we have something in common at least.’ He gave her a long, speculative look. ‘So, I have to persuade you, do I?’
‘Not easy,’ she said, lightly. ‘I have a mind of my own, and my career is going well. Ask Clive.’
‘I intend to. But that doesn’t let you off the hook.’ He paused. ‘I have to stay at this thing for a while, but will you have dinner with me when it’s over?’
‘With my agent?’
‘If necessary.’
‘He’s a family man. He might not be able to make it.’
‘All the better.’
‘You don’t waste any time.’
‘Why should I? The deadlines have been drawn—quite apart from any personal considerations.’
Carly’s brows lifted. ‘You seem to be living up to your reputation.’
‘I don’t have a reputation,’ he said. ‘These days, I’m a stranger in town.’
‘Hardly,’ she said. ‘There can’t be a person in the country who hasn’t heard of you.’
‘Professionally, maybe. On other levels, they know nothing, and nor do you. So, ignore rumour and hearsay. Use your own instincts—your own judgement about me, Carly North.’
‘Perhaps my instincts are warning me to run.’
‘Then they’re playing you false,’ he said slowly. ‘Besides, if that were true, why did you want me to notice you so badly just now?’
‘Is that what I did?’ Alarm tingled on her skin.
‘You know it is. And if it wasn’t for strictly professional reasons, then it must have had a personal basis.’
She said coolly, ‘That’s a rather arrogant assumption.’
Saul Kingsland shrugged. ‘Then that could be something else we have in common.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Isn’t it a form of arrogance to come here tonight, looking as you do, when you don’t really want the Flawless job?’
‘I didn’t say that,’ she said quickly. ‘I said I wasn’t sure.’
‘So, I’m asking again, will you have dinner with me later, and let me convince you?’
She felt as if she was being swept along, caught in a current she couldn’t control. A voice in her head was screaming at her to refuse, warning her frantically that this was all too much, too soon.
She said, ‘Very well.’ She shot him a veiled look. ‘But I’m promising nothing.’
‘Professionally?’ Saul Kingsland asked silkily. ‘Or personally?’
‘Both.’
‘Fine,’ he said equably. ‘Then we know where we stand.’ He smiled at her. ‘And now I’d better justify my presence here—mix a little—talk to some people.’ He paused. ‘Don’t run away.’
‘I gave that up,’ she said, ‘a long time ago.’
She watched him walk away, back into the lighted room. Leaving her alone.
Relief flooded through her, making her feel almost light-headed. She sagged against the balustrade, her legs trembling, staring sightlessly in front of her as her mind revolved over and over again everything that had happened, everything that had been said between them.
In the end, it had been easy. Too easy, perhaps. Certainly not what she’d expected.
What have I done? she thought, a pang of unease shivering through her. What have I started? I’ve got a tiger by the tail, and I can’t—I dare not let go.
There was no turning back, not now. And perhaps there never was.
Squaring her shoulders, she went to find Clive.
SAUL KINGSLAND’S CAR was long, sleek and powerful. Of course, Carly thought, her lip curling as she settled herself into the passenger seat.
Their departure from the reception together had caused something of a sensation. The atmosphere of disappointment and frustration among the other girls had been almost tangible.
‘I just hope you know what you’re doing, that’s all,’ had been Clive’s valediction.
And Marge had said softly, ‘Oh, I’m sure she does.’
I shall have to be careful with Marge, Carly thought, as Saul eased the car into the traffic. She’s altogether too shrewd.
‘Do you like Italian food?’ Saul asked. ‘Or are you on some kind of permanent diet?’
‘Good lord, no.’ She gave a slight shrug. ‘I suppose I’m lucky. I seem to burn up a lot of calories.’
‘Yes, I can believe that. You’re very cool on the surface, but underneath I suspect there’s a mass of tension.’
She bit her lip. ‘Not that I’m aware of.’ She gave him a small cool smile. ‘I’m a very uncomplicated person, actually.’
‘I’ll let you know about that,’ he said, ‘when we’re better acquainted.’
‘Comments like that make me nervous,’ she replied. ‘I like my privacy.’
‘But if we’re going to work together—achieve some kind of rapport, we can’t remain strangers.’
‘You think it’s all decided, don’t you? All sewn up.’ There was an edge to her voice.
‘I’m taking nothing for granted where you’re concerned, lady. That’s why we’re having this meal together—to see if we can establish some kind of basis to proceed from.’
‘And if we can’t?’
It was Saul’s turn to shrug. ‘Then I find another Flawless Girl from somewhere. No one’s irreplaceable, after all.’
‘Is that Public Warning Number One?’
‘You’re in the business,’ he said. ‘You know the score as well as I do.’ There was a brief silence, then, ‘Your agent really doesn’t want you to do this, does he?’
‘Clive has—reservations.’
‘But he said it was your decision.’ He sent her a sideways glance. ‘He made me wonder if you were just playing games with me—playing hard to get.’
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