Here's a little taster from part two:
As we entered, I was giggling, and
Colin patted the back of my hand. The maître d’ stood by the door, gazing at us in shock.
I suppose I couldn’t blame him, the
restaurant was so quiet, with just the tinkle of piano music and the
murmur of voices in the background, and we’d just noisily flung
ourselves inside.
“Easton,” Colin said in a cool
voice.
“Oh, yes of course, Sir.” The
maître d’ recovered himself. “This way please.”
He led us inside a small restaurant,
with low lighting.
“You’re in the private room, of
course, Mr. Easton,” the maître d’ simpered.
He opened the door for us, and I
entered the room first.
Benjamin and two other guests, who I
guessed were Lord and Lady Vastor, were already there. I realised
something was wrong immediately.
Benjamin’s jaw almost hit the floor.
At least I had managed to penetrate his
cool exterior.
Lord Vastor was a short podgy man, with
a thick thatch of reddish-brown hair that looked suspiciously like a
toupee. His eyes bulged as he stared at my legs and my sexy red
shoes.
Lady Vastor was a little more reserved.
She didn’t look older than forty, but she wore a high necked dress,
with capped sleeves and a line of pearls at her neck. She pressed a
hand to her chest.
“Sorry we’re a little late,”
Colin said cheerfully and put a hand in the small of my back to nudge
me further into the room. I was rooted to the
floor.
As Colin spoke, Benjamin seemed to gather himself. He stood up and pulled out a chair for me.
“This is the very talented Katherine
Taylor,” Benjamin said, looking down at me. There was something in
his eyes I couldn’t quite read. “This is Lord and Lady Vastor,
Kate.”
After the introductions were made and
as Colin entertained Lord and Lady Vastor with a story about his
recent trip to Paris, Benjamin leaned close to me. He seemed like he
wanted to say something, but he just looked at me as if he was trying
to figure something out.
I’d really messed up and misjudged
this whole situation. “I’m sorry,” I murmured in a low voice.
“If I’ve embarrassed you.”
He frowned. “Why would you think
that?”
I looked down at the white table cloth.
“The shoes. I thought you’d want me to wear them tonight.”
He chuckled and slid a hand under the
table to rest on my thigh. “Oh, I did want you to wear them
tonight. I’d just imagined we would be alone.”
“Oh …”
He squeezed my thigh. “It’s going
to be torture, sitting through dinner with you wearing those. Are you
sure you didn’t do it on purpose?” His eyes darkened. “To tempt
me?”
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Hope you guys enjoy it!
Carrie x
