The Millionaire Boss's Mistress by Madeleine Ker

Author:Madeleine Ker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2004-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

At dinner that night, Amy found herself relegated to an even more remote corner of the table. There were extra guests for dinner, mostly quite elderly people, and she was seated on the far side of them. That effectively stopped her from contributing any more unwelcome interpolations into the general conversation—and also prevented her from hearing much of what was said by Anton, Lavinia and the inner circle.

It was a special torture to watch him, from what felt like miles away, apparently having a wonderful time; so handsome when he laughed at Lavinia’s sly jokes, so urbane when he spoke. Amy felt more and more like the invisible woman. She shrank into herself, smiling politely at the yarns which the elderly gentleman who was her neighbour seemed to have so many of, but feeling cold and lonely inside.

Once again, she was excluded from the after-dinner fun; everyone went down into Antibes to go to a concert where a famous violinist was performing, but she excused herself, knowing her presence would only irritate Lavinia—who showed no signs of forgiveness—and make it harder for Anton. She felt unwanted, a pariah.

The only other house-guest who stayed was Gerda, who was still feeling fragile. Amy stood her excruciating discussion of her bosom and her bank account until she could bear no more, and crept up to bed.

And though she waited until her poor eyelids grew heavy as lead for Anton to come and kiss her goodnight, he had not returned by 2 a.m. and she fell asleep on the coverlet.

It did not help much when, the next morning at breakfast, Anton told her that he had come into her room very late.

‘You were fast asleep,’ he smiled. ‘Snoring like a lumber mill. So I just kissed you goodnight and left you to get your beauty sleep.’

‘Oh, thanks,’ she said drily, thinking that kisses didn’t count if one was not awake to enjoy them. Nor did it escape her attention that he was dressed to go riding again, long legs encased in jeans and well-worn boots. ‘Nice evening?’

‘After the concert we went to a cabaret show. It was very dull.’

‘Tame, no doubt, compared to your Wanchai strip clubs.’

‘Well, the girls are taller. Did Gerda throw up any more?’ he asked with interest.

‘Unfortunately, the flow has come to an end. But I know everything there is to be known about which bras she pours her boobs into and which banks she pours her billions into.’

‘That bad?’

‘Worse than you can imagine.’

‘Oh, dear.’

‘Her money and her mammaries are her only topics of conversation, Anton. If I have to spend another hour in her company, I may strangle her.’

‘I promise you, Worthington, you’re in line for a medal as soon as we can get away from this morgue.’

‘And when will that be? You seem unable to tear yourself away from a certain somebody.’

‘Darling, if you think Gerda is bad, you want to try Morticia.’

Amy burst out laughing. ‘Oh, that’s funny! Gerda says she’s planning you to be the next Gomez.

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