by Penny Jordan
Still, a beneficial side effect of the announcement of his engagement to Julia was that it would, thankfully, bring Aimee to her senses—or at least what senses she possessed, Silas decided unkindly.
She had managed to leave the hotel without anyone stopping her to ask where she was going, and Julia could feel her heart starting to beat that familiar little bit faster as she turned into the alleyway that led to the shoe shop.
She stopped guiltily to look back over her shoulder. Of course she should feel ashamed of herself, and no doubt she would later, but right now all she could think of were the shoes. And there they were, in the window, with their darling high delicate heels, and the kind of low-cut front that she knew would show just the right amount of toe cleavage.
She could stand here all day and look at them. But if she did that someone else might buy them, and she couldn’t bear that. Hurriedly she pushed open the shop door.
Over an hour later she left the shop, clutching two carrier bags, her face flushed and pink with happiness and her eyes shining. It had been so impossible to choose between the two pairs of shoes she had fallen for that in the end she had decided she had to have both. They had been just too beautiful to resist.
‘No Nick, Lucy?’ Silas enquired, putting down the newspaper he had been reading as Lucy walked into the pleasantly shaded patio area at the back of the hotel.
‘No, he had to go into town to attend to a few things. He must have his mobile switched off as well, because I’ve just tried to ring him.’
Her innocent statement confirmed his own suspicions, and it was on the tip of Silas’s tongue to suggest cynically that she try Julia’s instead.
‘I hope he gets back soon. Dorland has just been on the telephone to say that there’s a big panic on at the villa. Apparently, the Tiffany necklace has gone missing.’
‘Don’t tell me he’s surprised?’
When Lucy looked puzzled, Silas explained, ‘Martina is known for her acquisitive nature, and it won’t be the first time she’s held on to a piece of loaned jewellery and refused to hand it back.’
‘But Dorland will have to pay Tiffany for it. Because they loaned it to him,’ Lucy protested, looking shocked.
‘I doubt the odd million or so would make much of a dent in Dorland’s bank account, and in fact I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole thing wasn’t some kind of publicity stunt. My guess is that Dorland will have informed the media first, and not the police.’
‘Silas, you are far too cynical,’ Lucy told him gently.
‘It isn’t cynicism, it’s common sense,’ Silas corrected her, glancing at his watch and then putting down his paper. ‘Julia went into town earlier—she should be on her way back by now. I think I’ll take a walk and see if I can spot her.’
‘Julia’s gone in to town?’ Lucy’s forehead crinkled into a small frown. ‘Oh, I thought she said last night that she intended to spend the morning with you?’
‘She’d probably forgotten then about the laundry she had to pick up.’
It wasn’t his business to protect Lucy Blayne’s feelings, Silas reminded himself, but the poor girl was so obviously vulnerable—and besides, it wouldn’t serve his purpose to create suspicion and mistrust between Julia and her best friend.
She really didn’t know which pair of shoes were her favourite, Julia mused dreamily as she sauntered back to the hotel. True, the pair she had seen in the shop window had been her first love, and she had had to have them, but then the assistant had shown her the other pair, and a pang of such acute longing had gripped her that she had just not been able to choose between them. Thank heavens she had had the good sense to buy both pairs.
‘Hello, Jules.’
She came to an abrupt and wary halt as the alleyway opened up into a small square and Nick materialised in front of her. The square was quiet and empty, apart from two old men sitting outside a small café, both of whom looked as though they were asleep.
‘I’m just on my way back to the hotel,’ Julia announced, trying to assure herself that if she acted as though Nick’s aggressive attack on her had not actually taken place then somehow that would require him to behave decently.
‘Well, well,’ Nick murmured. ‘Look who’s here.’
Julia gave a small gasp of dismay as she looked across the square and saw Silas walking purposefully towards them.
‘Let’s see how he likes looking at this, shall we?’
Before she could stop him Nick had pushed her back against the wall and was kissing her with mock passion, as she fought to break free of him.
He didn’t release her until Silas’s shadow was falling across her face, and kept his back to Silas before he turned to saunter triumphantly away, so that only she could see the cruel satisfaction in his eyes.
‘It wasn’t like it seemed—’ she began shakily, as Silas stood in front of her, blotting out the warmth of the sun so that she felt so chilled she actually started to shiver.
‘Do you remember what I threatened to do when you set those wretched pheasants free?’ Silas asked her, almost gently.
Julia was not deceived; she had heard that dulcet note in his voice before and knew exactly what it meant.
‘Yes, you said if I ever did anything like that again I’d feel the flat of your hand on my butt, good and hard. You couldn’t get away with threatening me like that now. It’s illegal to smack a child.’
‘But you aren’t a child; you are an adult—even if you don’t seem to possess the ability to reason like one. And right now the best way, in fact the only way I can think of letting you know how furious you have made me, would be for me to apply the weight of my hand to that pretty little derrière of yours, until it blushes pink with shame for you.
‘Can’t you see what you’re doing? You said that you didn’t want to hurt Lucy, and yet you lied to me and to her so that you could sneak out and meet up with her husband. What if she had been the one to see Blayne pushing you against that wall as though he were about to take you right there and then?’
There was no gentleness left in his voice now, and Julia quailed beneath the savage lash of its anger.
She was no weak-willed pushover, though, to be treated like a child and threatened with the kind of humiliation Silas had just described.
‘I did not sneak out to meet Nick! I’d only just bumped into him. He kissed me like that deliberately, because he had seen you. He’s angry because I’ve told him I won’t sleep with him, and now he wants to hurt me and get at you as well!’
Her voice was trembling slightly with both indignation at Silas’s accusation and reaction to her own mental image of his open palm, spanking teasingly and sexily down on her bare behind whilst she tried to squirm free. She couldn’t help feeling a little bit turned on both by the image and her own reaction to it. There was something definitely rather naughtily delicious about the thought of such teasing love-play. Not that she was into anything as potentially painful as true S and M, but a little gentle game of forfeits with the kind of ‘punishment’ that would involve her partner indulging in some pretend bottom-spanking could be fun if she was in the right mood. And with the right man…A man like Silas?
Julia could feel herself starting to blush a little at the inner excitement caused by her own thoughts, but Silas soon brought her back to reality, insisting, ‘You claim you met Blayne by chance, and yet it was obvious to me this morning, when you said you intended to go into town, that you were hiding something.’
‘But it wasn’t a secret meeting with Nick,’ Julia protested.
‘Then what was it?’ Silas challenged her.
Julia looked down at the bags Nick had made her drop.
‘Shoes,’ she muttered guiltily.
‘Shoes?’
Silas looked from the carrier bags to her flushed face and then back again.
‘You didn’t want me to know you intended to buy shoes?’ he questioned, bemused.
Julia could only shake her head. If Silas didn’t know abou
t her shoe addiction then she certainly wasn’t going to expose herself to his mockery by telling him.
‘Come on, we’d better get back to the hotel,’ he announced, reaching down to pick up her bags.
Immediately Julia tried to stop him, not wanting to allow her precious purchases out of her own control.
‘Julia, I’ll carry them for you,’ Silas insisted, taking hold of her arm to hold her back so that he could pick them up, but he was gripping her arm exactly where Nick had bruised it the previous evening, and Julia couldn’t stop herself from giving a small, agonised gasp of pain.
‘What…?’
The sleeves of her tee shirt just about covered the bruise marks—or at least they did until Silas pushed one of them up to reveal them.
‘Who did this?’ he demanded quietly.
Julia didn’t even think of trying to lie.
‘Nick,’ she told him shakily. ‘Last night. He was furious when I told him about you…’
‘So he did this to you?’
The surge of angry protectiveness that gripped him caught him off guard. Of course no man should hurt a woman, but he was not used to experiencing such intense or possessive emotions.
He looked across the square in the direction Nick had taken.
Julia put a restraining hand on his arm. ‘I don’t think he meant to hurt me, Silas.’
‘But he did. Your arms are black and blue—’
Julia started to laugh.
‘What’s so funny?’ Silas demanded.
Mischievously, Julia reminded him, ‘As my bottom deserved to be, according to you.’
Silas looked at her. Her lips were parted and her face was flushed. There was a look in her eyes that told him…
He put down the carriers and said softly, ‘Something tells me that you find the prospect of a little spanking rather erotic.’
Julia laughed and looked away demurely. ‘You’re the one who keeps threatening to punish me,’ she told him breathlessly.
Heavens, she couldn’t really be flirting like this with Silas, could she?
‘Mmm, but you’re the one who keeps reminding me that I haven’t carried out my threat as yet,’ Silas murmured. ‘And the one who keeps on provoking me…’
‘Provoking you?’
‘You certainly provoked me this morning, with that cute, peachy little butt of yours.’
Now it wasn’t just her flirting with Silas. He was flirting right back. And the heady excitement of what they were doing was irresistible.
‘You said I was thin,’ Julia pouted.
‘I guess maybe I didn’t make a close enough appraisal.’
He was actually moving closer to her and reaching behind her, and—oh, lordy—he was sliding his hand right down her back and cupping—no, caressing—one firm buttock. Helplessly Julia leaned into him, even her shoes forgotten.
This was definitely not part of his game plan, Silas recognised as he looked down at her closed eyes and parted lips. He wanted his—their—kids to be conceived after they were married, not before.
He bent his head and kissed her briefly, ignoring the look of disappointment in her eyes when she opened them as he released her.
‘We’d better get back. I saw Lucy at the hotel, and apparently Dorland’s in a sweat because the necklace he had on loan from Tiffany has gone missing.’
‘Oh, no! Poor Dorland. Maybe they’ll have found it by now,’ Julia suggested, as Silas picked up her bags. ‘Stuff like that happens all the time. These big stars have such a huge retinue that no one ever seems to know what anyone else is doing. One of the PRs has probably put the necklace somewhere safe.’
She was growing more sexually attracted to Silas by the hour, Julia admitted to herself—or had the attraction always been there without her wanting to recognise it?
‘Oh, there you are. Nick’s gone over to the villa to see if he can be of any help to Dorland,’ Lucy began as they walked into the hotel, only to look accusingly at Julia’s carrier bags before exclaiming, ‘Jules—not more shoes!’
‘I had to have them.’
‘How often have I heard that before? You do realise, I hope, Silas, that Jules has a very serious shoe habit?’
‘Lucy, wait until you see them. They’ve got the perfect toe cleavage shape,’ Julia burst out enthusiastically. ‘And the heels—they had one pair with the cutest little kittens, and another with serious stilettos…and…’
‘You had to buy them both!’
Julia hung her head.
‘No wonder you snuck out this morning without telling me where you were going,’ Lucy accused her. ‘You’re going to have to find a way of restraining her, Silas,’ Lucy warned him, mock seriously.
‘Yes, I think I am,’ Silas agreed gravely, but when Julia looked across at him the wicked glint in his eyes told her that the kind of restraint he was envisaging, had nothing whatsoever to do with preventing her from buying shoes.
What in the world was happening to her? She didn’t really know—but she certainly knew what she would like to happen, Julia admitted ruefully as she looked discreetly but very interestedly at the tell tale bulge that no amount of expensive tailoring could completely hide.
Sex with Silas. Mmm…
‘Jules, will you please stop looking at Silas like that? You’re embarrassing me.’ Lucy laughed.
‘So, tell me some more about this shoe fetish thing you’ve got.’
It was after lunch and Lucy and Nick had gone upstairs to pack, and Julia and Silas were still sitting outside, finishing the bottle of wine Silas had bought to go with the alfresco lunch they had eaten in the small hotel courtyard.
‘It isn’t a fetish. It’s just that I can’t help wanting to buy shoes.’
‘Uh-huh. And toe cleavage? What exactly is that?’
Honestly—men. They didn’t know anything! Julia shook her head and explained in a kind voice, ‘It’s when the front of your shoe shows a bit of your toes, and it’s seriously sexy.’
‘Show me?’
‘I can’t—not properly anyway—because I’m not wearing the right kind of shoes,’ Julia told him. ‘You’ll see what I mean when I wear them.’
‘I can’t wait.’
‘I’d better go up and pack. We need to leave for the airport for our flight to Naples at five.’ Would he offer to come with her? And if he did…
‘I’ve got a few phone calls to make.’
Julia tried not to feel disappointed.
‘And, by the way, I’ve cancelled your booking at that guest house and booked us both into the Hotel Arcadia instead.’
‘The Arcadia? But that’s the most exclusive hotel in Positano. It costs the earth to stay there, and Lucy—’
‘Stop panicking. Naturally I shall be paying the bill. Did Lucy say that Dorland was going to come over?’
‘Yes. About three.’
Upstairs in the suite, Julia packed quickly and efficiently—leaving plenty of room for her new shoes. Her normal travelling work ‘uniform’ consisted of her current favourite pair of jeans, (her love affair with jeans came a close second to her shoe addiction—Julia was simply not what she called a ‘suit and two veg’ fan), several tee shirts and strappy tops, a swimsuit just in case she got the chance to have a lazy day, and a long, sleek, very plain jersey dress that rolled up into a ball, which she wore when she needed to be dressed up. Added to these basics were casual cut-offs and a few boho-type tops, plus a much loved floaty skirt.
Julia adored accessorising her clothes with one and sometimes more of her trademark boho ‘finds’. Her personal look was very different from the designer ‘footballer’s wife’ style adopted by so many of their clients. One of her most cherished moments was the time a stylist for Sex and the City had stopped her in the street to ask where she had got the top she had been wearing. Julia’s current favourite accessory was a dark brown wide leather belt, ornamented with leather flower petals sewn with tiny turquoise beads to form the flower stamens. She had bought it from a stall
at Camden Market, and wore it at every opportunity. She had been seriously tempted to buy a pair of Aztec-inspired turquoise earrings she had also seen on the stall, but had managed to resist.
Her packing finished, she looked at her watch—the plain but oh, so elegant Cartier that Lucy had so generously insisted on buying for all three of them out of her first profits.
Those had been happy, heady days, filled with fun and laughter. Julia frowned. The initial success of the business seemed to have been replaced by a series of financial problems, causing poor Lucy to have to dig deep into her trust fund to provide Prêt a Party with more capital. No wonder her friend was looking so stressed.
It was almost three o’clock. She might as well go back down and wait for Dorland to arrive. Most of the necessary organisation for his end-of-summer party had already been done by Dorland himself, but, as Julia knew, he liked to fuss and fret over every tiny little detail, and virtually every day she received anxious urgent e-mails from him.
She had just stepped out of the lift into the guest house’s dusty, faded hallway when her mobile rang.
‘Darling!’ She heard her mother’s voice exclaiming. ‘How naughty of you not to tell us about you and Silas. I couldn’t believe it at first when Mrs. Williams showed me the article about the two of you in that celebrity gossip magazine she buys. Such a lovely photograph of the two of you, darling, but I must admit I was rather shocked. Not that we aren’t all thrilled. We are, of course—especially Daddy. I drove straight round to see him, and he was so pleased that he instructed Bowers to open a bottle of the wine he put down when you were born, to celebrate. It’s what he’s always longed for. Of course I had to ring Nancy. So silly of me to get the time difference wrong, but naturally she is as excited as we are. You’ll be married at Amberley, of course—every Amberley bride always is, but have you decided on a date yet? I do so think that winter weddings have a certain élan.’
