Indecent Deception by Lynne Graham

Author:Lynne Graham [Graham, Lynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General
ISBN: 9780373117406
Google: Wy5TkjZ-z-EC
Amazon: 037311740X
Goodreads: 648030
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1994-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

CHRISSY parked behind Elaine's Porsche. Her father rarely bothered to use the garages, and the fact that there was no other car visible led her to hope that he had already left for his office in Reading. She had left Rosie with Floss, telling her that she had some shopping to do. Floss had remarked on her pallor but not on her reddened eyes. Floss, she suspected, saw far more than she ever betrayed.

Blaze had eaten breakfast with inhuman cool, even chatting to Rosie in between times. Chrissy hadn't been able to eat a thing. Food would have choked her. She had lain awake throughout the long night, torturing herself with self-loathing, desperate for an avenue of escape that would take her far from Westleigh Hall. She didn't want to be anywhere near Blaze. She didn't ever want to see him again. But escape required money she didn't have. She was horrified by the trap in which she found herself.

Elaine, clad in an expensive black lace neglige set, opened the door. 'What do you want?' she demanded.

'May I come in?' Chrissy asked tautly.

'Suit yourself!' Walking into the lounge, Elaine left her to follow.

'I'm surprised you're still here,' Chrissy admitted. 'I thought Dad might have thrown you out when he realised that you were seeing B-Blaze.' Helplessly, she stumbled over his name, her strained mouth tightening.

'Oh, I told Dad; he just gave me a lift home... and that was all,' Elaine told her smugly. 'He always believes what I tell him. I gather you weren't so successful.'

'Meaning?'

'Don't play dumb, Chrissy. I know you're working for Blaze. He told me when we were in London...'

'When we were in London'... The careless intimacy of the admission twisted Chrissy's stomach. The assurance also told her that Blaze had left nothing to chance. 'Did you run into him a-accidentally?' She despised herself for asking.

Elaine raised a tart brow. 'Don't be more stupid than you can help...and, if I were you, I'd start looking around for another job. Blaze always did have a weird sense of humour, but when I move in you move out. Nobody's going to be cracking three-in-a-bed jokes behind my back!'

'You're moving in?' Chrissy looked incredulous.

'Naturally... when the place is more habitable. Blaze knows I'm not the type to rough it.' Elaine studied her reflection intently in the mirror above the fireplace, flicked a silver-blonde strand of hair back in place, and gave herself a fat, cat-got-the-cream smile of satisfaction. 'Once I explained my side of that stupid business with the old man, we were back where we were three years ago.'

'Really?'

'Yes, really.' Elaine swung round. 'I had no idea what Dad was planning to do.'

'Rubbish.'

'Blaze understands...I don't give a damn whether you do or not!' Elaine said sharply. 'Lord Whitley agreed to the stakes. If he didn't have the money, he shouldn't have played. Nobody twisted his arm, for goodness' sake! And you know Dad—he doesn't let anyone owe him money. He had a right to try and collect it. He won it fair and square.

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