The Tycoon's Virgin Mistress by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-21T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was a beautiful home, in a small town caught in the bend of the Thames. The house itself was right on the banks of the river and enjoyed beautiful views in both directions. Mary had given her a guided tour when they’d first arrived, explaining that though they lived in New York, they were in London often enough to make a real home a necessity. She knew it was all lovely, but Missy could hardly do justice to the splendour of the house. She was too pent up with tension after her spat with Nate. He sat beside her, looking as calm and in control as ever. Only his reticence to meet Missy in the eye signalled to her that he was still mad as hell.

Mary and Chuck had assembled a small group for the party; BJ, Missy and Nate, and another couple, who BJ introduced as head of the Anderson Corp’s UK office. Their names were Christopher and Fiona, and they very friendly, obviously keen to make a good impression on the woman they thought had won Nate’s heart. Christopher had that diffidence that all British men of a certain privileged background had, but Fiona was pure salt of the earth. She immediately befriended Missy, making a point to hover near her throughout the evening.

When main course was served, it had sounded delicious: a pheasant and quail terrine. It sounded lovely, but Missy found one bite made her stomach clench with nausea. She pushed the rest around her plate, whilst listening to Fiona’s animated conversation, hoping no one noticed that she was forking air into her mouth.

Nate noticed. Of course. Missy looked up and found his black eyes trained steadily on her. BJ was telling a long and involved joke about a recent flight he’d had to Spain, but Nate was staring daggers at Missy. “EAT!” he mouthed silently, angrily. She stonily turned her face away, and pretended to listen to the conversation.

Once BJ’s story had finished, Fiona asked, “Tell me, Missy, what do you do for work?”

If it was possible, Missy felt even more uncomfortable. She looked at Nate, whose eyebrows were raised challengingly at her. Oh, how she would have loved to tell them all just what she was currently employed as. Show them what a uncaring bastard the wonderful Nate Anderson really was.

“I’m a doctor,” She said finally, tamping down on the desire to wink at Nate.

“Oh, a doctor!” Fiona cooed. “How clever you must be!”

Missy demurred shyly, but Fiona wouldn’t be deterred. “Where did you study?”

“Oxford,” she avoided looking at Nate, and so didn’t see the stillness that overtook him. “I was lucky enough to win a full scholarship.”

“Lucky!” Fiona’s husband Christopher spluttered. “There’s no luck to it. Those entrance exams are some of the hardest in the world. You must be very bright indeed.”

“We saw Missy in action!” Mary chimed in excitedly. “She was quite brilliant, wasn’t she, Nate? Saving that woman’s life like that.” Nate raised his wineglass in a silent toast.

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