Chelsea Wives by Anna-Lou Weatherley

Author:Anna-Lou Weatherley [Anna-Lou Weatherley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2012-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 32

Sebastian Forbes looked at the young woman sat opposite him and briefly wondered for the life of him what she saw in that ghastly old lump Lord Belmont. No doubt it was what they all saw: money. This one, overly made-up in her Graff diamond chandelier earrings, her skin-tight designer dress and vertiginous heels, looked as if she liked to bathe in tubs of the stuff. Still, he was always happy to oblige a friend, help them offload a little of that cumbersome wealth. He liked to think he was thoroughly decent like that.

‘The thing is, Sebastian, may I call you that?’ Yasmin purred, her glossy red lips quivering lightly as she spoke.

‘Please do.’

‘Thing is, Sebastian, if it’s all the same to you,’ she leaned forward a little, giving him a glimpse of her generous cleavage, ‘I would really rather Jeremy not know anything of our little meeting today.’ She looked into his dark eyes and gave him a knowing smile, exposing £25,000 worth of porcelain veneers. ‘I’m sure you’ll agree that even in the most solid of marriages there are things that are best kept secret.’ She raised a provocative eyebrow, leaning back into her seat. ‘If you know what I mean?’

‘Of course, of course,’ he nodded sagely, wishing she would keep the suggestive looks to herself. Young and pretty she may be but she wasn’t his type. Too much like a Barbie doll, all that bleached-blonde hair and sparkly eye make-up. He could tell she had a feisty streak in her too and that was enough to dampen his ardour at the best of times. Natural and subdued, that’s how he liked his women. How he liked all women.

Yasmin crossed her legs in a slow, deliberate movement and smiled sweetly. It was the first time she had been up close and personal with Sebastian Forbes and now she saw for herself those dark, lifeless eyes that seemed to look straight through her. There was something so cold and aloof about him that it sent a chill down her spine and for the briefest of seconds, Yasmin found herself feeling almost grateful that she was married to Jeremy Belmont and not the man sitting opposite her.

Quick to cotton on to the fact that her charms were falling flat, she swiftly changed tack.

‘I was at the ball this year. My first time,’ she gushed, coquettishly resting her hands lightly on a tanned thigh. ‘I have to congratulate you; it was such a spectacular affair. I mean, the food! The entertainment! And that champagne fountain! I have to say though, my highlight of the entire evening was the speech you gave.’

Sebastian’s eyes flickered with interest. ‘Really?’

‘Oh, yes. It was wonderful,’ she said, watching him preen. ‘So touching, what you said about your wife, about Imogen.’ She placed her hand on her heart in earnest. ‘I was almost in tears, I tell you. Do you do much public speaking?’

Always keen to discuss his favourite subject – himself – Sebastian smiled with a heavy dose of false modesty.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.