by Anne Hampson
FASCINATION
Anne Hampson
Copyright © 2013 ROSETTABOOKS, LLC
ANNE HAMPSON
currently lives in Ireland, but this top romance author has travelled and lived all over the world. This variety of experience is reflected in her books, which present the ever-changing face of romance as it is found wherever people fall in love.
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter One
Shadows lingered in the silver-spangled half-dusk, blending to obscure the last dying rays of sunlight as they sank behind the darkened hills. To the south the sea, caught in the afterglow, made a gentle play of light and shade as its waves rippled onto the drowsy waterfront. On the bridge stood a girl, a lone figure staring down at the foaming river as it made its way to the sea. Her dark hair, stirred by the breeze, fell onto her face and she lifted a hand to brush it aside, her eyes brooding and dull, her heart devoid of feeling, but in her mind the article she had read in the newspaper that morning. Noel Carrington, gifted manager of the White Hart in Crady-on-Sea, had been promoted and was to take over the management of the five-star hotel just built by the Condon Group—the Nelson at Lynport.
Hydee Merrill and Noel Carrington. . . . It seemed a million years since their names had been linked, since their engagement had been broken when Noel had fallen in love with someone else and had asked Hydee for his ring back. A million years, and yet it was only just over a year. Hydee had been twenty-three at the time and Noel twenty-nine.
‘My girl,’ her friend asked her half an hour after she had left the bridge, ‘where have you been? As if I didn’t know. Standing on that bridge, staring down into the river and seeing yourself drowned. But I’m never anxious about you, Hydee, because I know you better than you know yourself. You’ve far too much strength of character to take the easy way out.’ Ellie switched on an extra lamp and moved it closer to the sideboard where she was carving a small joint of beef. She and Hydee had been sharing a flat for just over two years but they had been colleagues for almost four, ever since Ellie had come to work in the same office as Hydee. ‘Go and change, love. It’s Saturday, and you know we always make a big thing of dinner. I’ve put the wine to cool in the fridge and the vegetables and sweet are almost ready.’
‘I haven’t helped a bit.’
‘You did all the weekend chores this morning while I was viewing that house. I think it’ll suit Ray and me, as I told you, but I’ll have to wait till he comes home before I dare make a final decision.’
‘If he likes the house, you’ll be married before Christmas?’
Ellie paused, the knife idle in her hand. She was troubled about her friend and yet excited at the prospect of getting married and setting up house with her beloved Ray. He was a travelling salesman at present but intended to change his job once he and Ellie were married.
‘I expect Ray will want to be married as soon as possible,’ she said at length. ‘If we settle for that house, though, we’ll need several weeks to get it ready for occupation. You can imagine what it’s like, with that aged spinster living in it for the past forty-three years—not that she was aged at first,’ amended Ellie in some amusement. She hoped to make Hydee laugh, and she succeeded.
‘No, I don’t suppose she was. However, to be serious, it must be a shambles if it looks anything like what you described. But if you can get it cheaply, then it’ll be well worth the trouble of doing it up. It’s certainly in a nice area, and it’s a good size.’
Hydee went up to her room, washed in the pretty blue basin, put on a long skirt of flowered cotton with a crisp white blouse and used some blusher and lipstick. Then she took a long look at herself in the mirror before going downstairs to join her friend in the room that served as both living and dining room.
They were having dinner when Hydee said, as casually as she could, ‘Noel’s being moved to Lynport. He’s been made manager of that fabulous new hotel they’ve built there, the Nelson.’
‘How nice,’ said Ellie in a brittle tone.
‘He’ll have a super flat in the hotel, I expect.’
‘For himself and his wife, eh?’
Hydee nodded, and for a moment concentrated on the delicious beef which Ellie had put onto her plate. She regretted mentioning Noel, of whom Ellie always spoke with the utmost contempt, but Hydee could not always refrain from mentioning him; it seemed at times that something carried her on a tide of memory, and for a brief spell he would be hers again.
‘I’ve been thinking, Ellie,’ murmured Hydee, cutting herself a piece of meat, ‘that when you’ve gone I shall get myself a job with children.’
‘With children?’ Ellie frowned, faintly startled. ‘Why?’
‘Well, I’m sure I’ll never get married, and as I love children, I’d like to get a job looking after some.’
Ellie’s frown deepened. ‘Of course you’ll get married, Hydee!’
‘No, I’d never even look at another man. I’m not risking anything like that again.’
‘It wouldn’t happen again.’
‘You’re not in a position to say. Anyway, I’m not risking it. I’m staying single and getting myself a job like I’ve mentioned.’
‘You mean you’d like to be a nursemaid or something?’ said Ellie, exasperated.
‘Yes, that’s right. I don’t want to live alone when you’ve gone, and if I get the post of nanny, I’ll live as one of the family.’
Ellie was far too impatient to pursue the matter, and she changed the subject, deliberately steering her friend’s thoughts to something else, and the meal was eaten in an atmosphere of pleasant talk and companionship.
‘I was lucky having you at the time Noel threw me over,’ murmured Hydee, breaking a lull in the conversation. ‘I don’t know what I’d have done without you. It isn’t as if I’ve any relatives.’ Her thoughts winged to that terrible day when her father’s employer had come to the door to tel! her that her father had died of a heart attack while at work. She had still been at school at the time, barely eighteen, and had been left totally alone in the world, her mother having died four years previously. Her father’s boss had been wonderful, giving her a well-paid post in his office and renting her a fiat cheaply in one of the modern blocks he owned.
‘Are you really serious about getting another job?’ It was very plain that Ellie hated the idea of her friend spending ail her days looking after someone else’s children.
‘Yes, I’m quite serious.’
‘I feel bad about leaving you, Hydee.’
‘Then you shouldn’t. I’ve had your companionship for two years, and I’m grateful. We’ll still remain good friends, and I know I’ll always be welcome in your home.’ Hydee looked at her and smiled, trying to shake her out of her sudden dejection. ‘You know, Ellie, you’re the only real friend I’ve ever had since my father died. When I got myself settled in this flat after selling up our little home, I had a girl to share who didn’t seem able to get along with me at all. I feel it was my fault—’
‘I’ll bet it wasn’t! Anyone could get along with you who was in the least compatible.’
‘Well, whatever the reason, we found ourselves getting on one another’s nerves from the start. After she left, I had someone else, and although we hadn’t any difficulty in agreeing, she was a cool, reserved sort of girl who came out of her room only at me
altimes. She’d insisted on having it arranged as a bed-sitter, and she spent all her time there—when she was at home, of course. I wasn’t sorry when she left after only three months, and I tried for a time to manage on my own, but even though the rent was low, the expenses got too much for me. Then, just as I was about to advertise again, your landlady gave you notice because she was selling up and going to live with her married daughter.’ Hydee looked at her friend, and a lovely smile touched her lips, bringing an added glory to her eyes. ‘You came to me, and it was the best thing that had happened to me since my father died.’
‘And now I’ll be leaving you on your own again.’ Ellie swallowed hard, glanced at Hydee’s empty plate and, rising rather abruptly, she picked up the two dinner plates and replaced them with the fruit sponge she had baked. ‘I wish there was something I could do,’ she sighed as she sat down again.
‘Don’t worry about me,’ begged Hydee, distressed. ‘I know I shall find the job I want.’
Ellie shook her head in swift and frowning protest. ‘Living in can be exhausting. You need your time off, your leisure.’
‘I’ll certainly have time off,’ stated Hydee with confidence. ‘No one would expect me to be on duty for too long a stretch at a time. No, I intend to have my own private apartment in which I can relax when I’m off duty.’
‘You seem to have it all cut and dried in your mind.’ Ellie spoke more sharply than she intended, but her patience was frayed by her own helplessness. Hydee had encased herself in an armour of reserve immediately after she had been jilted, and that armour had remained in place ever since. She stayed in every night and on the weekends. True, Ellie had managed to get her to visit her own mother, and Ray’s parents, but that was about as far as Hydee would go in being sociable. Ellie had tried to get Hydee to come on holiday with her and Ray, but Hydee had refused. Her excuse that she did not want to play gooseberry failed to deceive her friend. Hydee was still breaking her heart over Noel.
‘I believe I do have it all cut and dried,’ agreed Hydee, unconsciously breaking into her friend’s thoughts. ‘The only difficulty I can see is that of contacting someone who requires the help which I’m willing to give. I suppose some organisation like the Citizens’ Advice Bureau could help.’
‘Sounds a good bet, though I’m still of the opinion that you ought not to give up your home, Hydee.’ There was a hint of persuasion in Ellie’s voice as, after passing the jug of custard to her friend, she watched her pouring the creamy mixture over the fluffy confection on her plate.
‘I might not be able to get a post where I live in, and in that case I won’t be giving up my home.’ Hydee spoke merely to ease Ellie’s mind. For herself, she preferred to leave the flat now that Ellie was going away. The prospect of living entirely alone had recently become just as unacceptable as the idea of trying to find another compatible person to share the expenses, expenses which were still rising all the time so that, even if she had been willing to live alone, she would have found it difficult indeed to make ends meet.
‘If you must have this new job,’ Ellie said a short while later when they were sitting by the fire, drinking coffee and indulging in the luxury of the Grand Marnier liqueur which had been given to Ellie as a birthday present a couple of months ago, ‘then I’d like to see things moving before I leave you.’
Hydee nodded, agreeing that she would certainly feel better if her future was settled by the time Ellie and Ray were married.
‘I’ve a week’s holiday to come shortly,’ she went on, ‘and I can spend it looking around.’
Ellie was silent, looking at her friend and wondering how any man could have jilted her. For she possessed a special beauty, with that young, almost childish face which had about it an ethereal quality that made it most arresting. There was certainly a subtle hint of mystery in the large brown eyes—an Oriental touch brought about by the slight uplift at the outer corners; there was an unmistakable charm in the high cheekbones, the clear alabaster skin, the delicate form of the mouth with its full, compassionate lips. The hair too was inordinately attractive, its colour an unusual blend of dark brown and russet, highlighted with strands of burnished copper. From the high, intelligent forehead it fell in gentle waves to Hydee’s shoulders, flicking up into half curls at the ends.
Ellie sighed. If only Hydee would forget Noel, would shake off this aversion to men which stemmed from the fear of being jilted a second time, then she would very soon find someone to love her.
Chapter Two
As Hydee had said, she spent her holiday in looking around for the type of job on which she had set her heart. The various organisations she contacted were of little or no help; the advertisement she inserted in the newspaper did not bring the results which she had optimistically expected. She scanned the local papers and the nationals, and now, with only two days of her holiday left, she opened the Times with a dejected sigh, convinced there would be nothing to interest her.
But she was mistaken, and her eyes kindled with eagerness as she read the rather stiff and formal advertisement which must have been inserted at great cost, being a ‘window’ measuring three inches square.
‘You’ve found something?’ Ellie, who had been off work with a severe cold, was sitting by the fire, a book on her lap. ‘If your expression’s anything to go by, then you’ve seen something promising at last.’
Hydee nodded quickly and passed the newspaper to her friend, watching Ellie’s expression change as she read and reread the ad, silently at first and then aloud.
‘ “Refined and cultured English lady required to take full charge of two children, a boy of seven and a girl of five. Must be prepared to live abroad. Reply by letter to: The Marquês Carlos de Alva Manrique, c/o the Dorchester Hotel, London.” ’ Ellie had read the advertisement slowly, saying the words with a sort of awed disbelief. ‘Good heavens, Hydee,’ she exclaimed in a more normal voice, ‘you can’t be thinking of answering an ad like that!’
‘Why not? It sounds as if it might be just what I want. A home’s being offered, which will suit me very well, and I must say that the idea of living abroad appeals to me.’ She paused, her eyes more keenly bright than Ellie had ever seen them. ‘You and Ray could come for your holidays.’
‘Where to?’ inquired her friend in a rather dry voice.
‘Spain of course. The advertiser’s Spanish, so it’s reasonable to conclude that he lives in Spain.’
‘He could be Portuguese,’ Ellie pointed out. ‘Would you like to live in Portugal?’
Hydee paused, eyes flickering. ‘I think so. I’ve heard that it’s a beautiful country.’
‘So have I. However, I wouldn’t bother about this advertisement if I were you. The man’s name’s enough to put one off. Marquês Carlos de Alva Manrique! Heavens, Hydee, you couldn’t possibly get your tongue around all that every time you spoke to him!’
Hydee laughed. ‘If he’s Spanish, then he’ll be called Don Carlos, and if he’s Portuguese his title will be Dom.’
Ellie looked at her. ‘Well, there’s no doubt that you’re eager, and as there’s nothing to lose by answering the ad, go ahead.’
Hydee needed no encouragement; the letter was sent off that very morning. The reply came four days later, and the following Saturday afternoon Hydee was in the Dorchester Hotel, being shown up to the Crimson Suite which was occupied by the gentleman with the illustrious name, a tall, wide-shouldered man with a slender frame and all the marks of the aristocrat both in his finely chiselled face and in his regal bearing. He had already risen before she entered the sumptuous sitting room, and for a moment he stared at her; his penetrating eyes, dark as lignite but hard as steel, took in, in one swift appraisal, the whole of Hydee’s appearance. She coloured, stirring uncomfortably. The marquês spoke at last in a low, cultured voice carrying a hint of accent which without doubt added to its attraction. Hydee felt small and insignificant and wondered what she was doing here at all, in this man’s luxurious suite, waiting to see how she was
to be treated.
‘Please have a chair, Miss Merrill.’ An immaculately kept hand, deceptively slender, motioned Hydee to a chair. ‘And now,’ he said when she was seated, ‘perhaps you will tell me something about yourself.’
She looked questioningly at him, surprised that the interview should begin like this.
‘What is it you want to know, sir?’ There was a slight hesitation before the last word, because she was in doubt as to how she should address him. So proud he looked, with that aristocratic bearing and the self-confidence which comes naturally to those with a noble lineage.
‘Perhaps,’ he began formally, ‘I should first instruct you as to the form of address I prefer. You are probably aware that in Portugal “Dom” is a title often used, along with the Christian name, for a Portuguese count, viscount, or marquis. You may address me as Dom Carlos or, more simply, as senhor.’
Hydee nodded her head. ‘I understand,’ she said.
The marquês sat down on a satin-covered sofa opposite her chair. ‘And now,’ he said again, ‘you can tell me about yourself. You have obviously had experience with children. You took a course in child care, I suppose?’
Disconcerted, she gave a small start. ‘No, I haven’t, senhor,’ she confessed, at which his eyes opened wide.
‘What experience have you had, then?’
She bit her lip. What an idiot she had been to apply for the post when she had no experience to offer! She had blithely thought that her intense love of children would suffice. She still believed it would—but she could hardly expect the marquês to feel the same way about it.
‘I have no experience whatsoever,’ she admitted, her lovely eyes meeting his in a frank and honest stare.
For a moment there was silence in the room, 20 Hydee waiting dejectedly for the words of dismissal which she knew must come. But to her surprise the marquês said kindly, ‘Why, Miss Merrill, have you applied for the post?’
