Read Online His Convenient Mistress by Cathy Williams - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Cathy Williams
Ads: Link
a matter of a few short weeks ago.
In fact, this was one of her favourite dresses. One she had worn on a number of occasions to see her friends or go to the cinema. Casual but not too casual, revealing, but not alarmingly so, just sufficient to show off the length and shapeliness of her legs. The dark green hues complemented her colouring and the fairly prim style was compensated for by the way the fabric clung to her curves. If she was going to go to this damned local dance, then she certainly wasnât going to hide behind something unshapely and dull.
She had already bathed and dressed Simon. She had spoken to Maria on the phone two days previously, had immediately felt comfortable, and the day before Maria had popped over to the Rectory on her way to town so that she could meet the little boy who would be her charge for two hours at the most.
Sara had almost asked her whether she could confirm that her son had gone but the question would have sounded odd and she had cravenly shied away from mentioning his name just in case that kiss had been reported back to his mother.
But she had liked what she had seen and so had Simon.Maria Dalgleish was very much like James to look at, apart from the eyes, and she looked feisty enough, but there was none of the arrogance or the casually assumed self-assurance that sat on her sonâs shoulders like a cloak.
She had arranged to drive over and was curious to see what this manor looked like and exactly how extensive those gardens were, when the doorbell went.
She pulled open the door, a ready smile on her face, her mouth half-open to tell Maria that she shouldnât have come for Simon, that she was going to drop him off herself as arranged.
Her smile froze as did her thought processes as she took in the man standing in front of her.
James Dalgleish, the man who should safely be miles away in London, the man who had managed to do what no other man had since Simon had been born, namely destabilise her, reach behind the fortress she had erected around herself and touch a part of her that did not want to be touched.
Tall, so beautiful that it brought a gasp to her throat and every inch a man she did not need in her life, not in any way, shape or form.
CHAPTER FOUR
âY OU ! What are you doing here! You should be in London!â
âOh, should I?â Dark, winged eyebrows shot up in apparent surprise at this statement, but surprised he most certainly was not. She would have thought he was in London, at least if she had wandered into the town again, and she undoubtedly would have had to, just as she would undoubtedly have had to have seen someone who would have started chatting to her, trying to find out what was going on between him and her. And it wouldnât have taken her long to discover that, as far as everyone was concerned, he had done his usual vanishing trick, because that was what his mother had told her friends, who would have told everyone else.
He had only found out by accident, having volunteered to drive his mother into town to meet her cronies for their weekly game of bridge.
âOh, no need,â his mother had responded with uncustomary vagueness. âI may have mentioned that you were heading back to the City, and why see them again just yet if you do not have to? Hm? You know the questions you will be asked! They can be so forthright sometimes.â
âYou may have mentioned it, cara Mama ?â
âIt is possible, sì . I do not know. I cannot quite remember. Such a small detail!â
But actually having her believe that he was not around, that he wouldnât threaten her by being at the dance, suited him perfectly. James Dalgleish was not a man who hidbehind neatly contrived preconceptions. She challenged him and he wanted her. Before he had laid eyes on her, his one thought had been the swift acquisition of the Rectory, to which end he had been prepared to do anything. Pay over the odds, find the woman somewhere else to
In fact, this was one of her favourite dresses. One she had worn on a number of occasions to see her friends or go to the cinema. Casual but not too casual, revealing, but not alarmingly so, just sufficient to show off the length and shapeliness of her legs. The dark green hues complemented her colouring and the fairly prim style was compensated for by the way the fabric clung to her curves. If she was going to go to this damned local dance, then she certainly wasnât going to hide behind something unshapely and dull.
She had already bathed and dressed Simon. She had spoken to Maria on the phone two days previously, had immediately felt comfortable, and the day before Maria had popped over to the Rectory on her way to town so that she could meet the little boy who would be her charge for two hours at the most.
Sara had almost asked her whether she could confirm that her son had gone but the question would have sounded odd and she had cravenly shied away from mentioning his name just in case that kiss had been reported back to his mother.
But she had liked what she had seen and so had Simon.Maria Dalgleish was very much like James to look at, apart from the eyes, and she looked feisty enough, but there was none of the arrogance or the casually assumed self-assurance that sat on her sonâs shoulders like a cloak.
She had arranged to drive over and was curious to see what this manor looked like and exactly how extensive those gardens were, when the doorbell went.
She pulled open the door, a ready smile on her face, her mouth half-open to tell Maria that she shouldnât have come for Simon, that she was going to drop him off herself as arranged.
Her smile froze as did her thought processes as she took in the man standing in front of her.
James Dalgleish, the man who should safely be miles away in London, the man who had managed to do what no other man had since Simon had been born, namely destabilise her, reach behind the fortress she had erected around herself and touch a part of her that did not want to be touched.
Tall, so beautiful that it brought a gasp to her throat and every inch a man she did not need in her life, not in any way, shape or form.
CHAPTER FOUR
âY OU ! What are you doing here! You should be in London!â
âOh, should I?â Dark, winged eyebrows shot up in apparent surprise at this statement, but surprised he most certainly was not. She would have thought he was in London, at least if she had wandered into the town again, and she undoubtedly would have had to, just as she would undoubtedly have had to have seen someone who would have started chatting to her, trying to find out what was going on between him and her. And it wouldnât have taken her long to discover that, as far as everyone was concerned, he had done his usual vanishing trick, because that was what his mother had told her friends, who would have told everyone else.
He had only found out by accident, having volunteered to drive his mother into town to meet her cronies for their weekly game of bridge.
âOh, no need,â his mother had responded with uncustomary vagueness. âI may have mentioned that you were heading back to the City, and why see them again just yet if you do not have to? Hm? You know the questions you will be asked! They can be so forthright sometimes.â
âYou may have mentioned it, cara Mama ?â
âIt is possible, sì . I do not know. I cannot quite remember. Such a small detail!â
But actually having her believe that he was not around, that he wouldnât threaten her by being at the dance, suited him perfectly. James Dalgleish was not a man who hidbehind neatly contrived preconceptions. She challenged him and he wanted her. Before he had laid eyes on her, his one thought had been the swift acquisition of the Rectory, to which end he had been prepared to do anything. Pay over the odds, find the woman somewhere else to
Similar Books
![Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)](https://fs.dianahicksbooks.com/498033/thumbs/152x264/fire-of-the-wolf-the-gray-pack-siren-publishing-menage-amour.png)
