AGED FOR SEDUCTION by Fiona Grace

Author:Fiona Grace [Grace, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Olivia stared at Angelique in horror. Her heart jumped into her scarf-wrapped throat. This was a disaster! She was trapped in here, with nowhere to hide.

She spun around, desperately scouting the spacious room. The crimson velvet seat had spindly legs and offered no useful cover. The king-size bed’s solid base reached almost to the floor. The red curtains were artfully held back by cords and tassels, and couldn’t conceal a toddler, never mind a trench-coat-wrapped Olivia.

The bathroom didn’t have a door. Olivia could have lamented the modern, broadminded openness of the European design that had only an archway, with the claw-footed bath beyond. The toilet cubicle on the far side had a frosted glass door, but you could still see if someone was inside or not. Plus, whoever was entering the room might need to use the bathroom!

“In here! In here!” Angelique hissed.

She propelled Olivia over to the large wooden wardrobe as the knock sounded again, this time even louder and more impatient.

Was there enough space in this modestly sized wardrobe?

Olivia hesitated, but a determined shove from Angelique sent her scrambling into the restrictive space.

Angelique slammed the door, but thanks to Olivia’s bulky clothing, it didn’t close properly. A crack of light was visible. Olivia shifted back, trying to solve this problem, but when she moved, the floor creaked alarmingly.

She froze. Better just to stay where she was, flattened—as far as being flat in her stifling coat and jersey layers was possible—against the wardrobe’s back wall. She resolved to try not to move at all. Or to breathe.

Olivia snapped her mouth closed as she heard Angelique unlatch the door.

“Hello, Daddy,” she said.

At least it wasn’t Detective Caputi. Small mercies, Olivia thought.

“Hey, my baby girl. I was on my way to the rooftop cocktail lounge and thought I would check in on you,” he said. “Your mother’s joining me there for an early lunch, but she’s taking a walk around the grounds with Granny first. They wanted to explore the hotel’s maze and the vineyard and the golf course. Granny wanted to play croquet on the front lawn, but they’ll probably do that this afternoon if the weather holds. I’ve got a game of tennis organized with Lysander, but if it rains we can book one of the squash courts instead.”

“You can always go for a swim in the heated pool,” Angelique suggested.

Her father sighed. “It’s preposterous that we are being held hostage here. I feel so trapped! I am sure you do, too. It’s unacceptable. Not only has that detective seized your passport, but she’s stationed someone in the lobby to make sure none of us take any luggage out!”

“Yes, Daddy,” Angelique said. “I feel very claustrophobic. I felt like I was in prison the whole time during my four-mile jog around the grounds this morning. Do you think a spa treatment would help me to relax?”

Mr. Miller sighed. “Do it, honey. Book the works. Spoil yourself. But I hope that we can bring this untenable situation to an end as soon as possible, and fly home tomorrow.

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