by Penny Jordan
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that she didn’t have any boy-friends, and then she realised that he meant Matt.
‘I shan’t be going,’ she said shortly. She hadn’t come dressed for partying, although her slim cream skirt and pretty floral blouse were perfectly suitable for a comradely drink, and neither had she warned Gina that she would be late. She had assumed that Doug would postpone any celebrations until Friday, but she was totally unprepared for the icy disdain in Kieron’s eyes as he said coldly:
‘You take pleasure in spoiling other people’s fun, don’t you, Briony? Briony—what made you chose that name? I can see why you had to get rid of the “Beth”. Far too sweet and simple for such an Amazon as you’ve become. What thoughts run through that cold little brain, I wonder? Can’t you even permit yourself to become human for just as long as it takes to speed Doug cheerfully on his way?’
‘You have no right to talk to me like this!’ She was trembling with mingled fear and anger. It was as though the scales had dropped from her eyes and she was seeing him properly for the first time, not as her childish adoration had painted him. How could she ever have thought of this man as a tender lover, or a gentle protector? He was a predator; a hunter who killed and maimed, an outlaw from society’s rules.
The door opened and Doug walked in, his sharp eyes going from Kieron to herself.
‘How about a cup of coffee, love?’ he suggested to Briony, adding to Kieron, ‘Briony’s a marvel. Until she came I had to make do with the canteen rubbish, but now we have properly made, freshly brewed coffee every morning. Better treatment than you got in the States, I’ll bet.’
‘Over there they have machines—less time-wasting. What happens if Briony is ever off? Do you use the pool, or.…’
Briony stiffened instinctively forcing herself not to look at him. He was trying to discover if there was any other secretary he could replace her with. Doug raised his eyebrows.
‘Well, when Briony’s on holiday I use one of the girls from the pool. It’s not an ideal situation, but we get by. You are coming down for a drink tonight, aren’t you, Briony?’
‘I don’t know…I’m not dressed.…’
‘I wish that was true,’ Doug grinned appreciatively. ‘Of course you’re coming. I’ll go and let you two get better acquainted. Keep the coffee hot,’ he added as he strode out of the room.
‘Got them all going, haven’t you?’ Kieron commented. ‘I never thought you’d turn out to be a seductress.’
She swallowed the insult, glad that she had her back to him.
‘Leave that,’ he instructed sharply, when she went to pick up the coffee percolator. ‘We’ve got work to do.’
She accompanied him into his office, sitting down opposite him and angling her chair deliberately so that her legs were hidden by the desk. She didn’t imagine for a moment that he would want to ogle her, but she wasn’t going to give him the opportunity of suggesting that she might have wanted him to. His eyes were hard as he noted the manoeuvre, and as though in punishment he dictated at a speed far in excess of Doug’s more leisurely style. Briony wasn’t worried. She enjoyed taking shorthand and in other circumstances would have found his speed something of an enjoyable challenge. However, because it was him she concentrated grimly on making the neat outlines, her pencil poised for the next spate, as the ring of the phone interrupted them.
He listened in silence, and then drawled,
‘Offended, my dear Gail? I’m highly flattered. It isn’t every day a beautiful woman invites me out to lunch. One suit you?’
Flushing angrily at being forced to eavesdrop on his personal conversation, Briony gritted her teeth and stared coldly into space, caught off guard when he said evenly:
‘Right, read that last letter back to me, will you? I’ve forgotton where I was.’
Briony was reasonably sure that he was lying. The letter was long and complicated, but she read through it without haste or check, her diction smooth and even. When she had finished she raised her eyes to find Kieron watching her with an exceedingly sardonic expression.
‘It’s almost like having my own personal computer,’ he mocked cruelly. ‘Don’t you ever feel like coming down off your mountain and joining the rest of the human race?’
‘Not as long as it includes you,’ Briony retorted bitterly, paling too late as she saw his expression.
‘So that’s it,’ he said softly, getting up from behind his desk and coming towards her. He was wearing an expensively tailored lightweight suit in dove grey, the narrow trousers moulding his thighs, and her eyes fastened helplessly on his lean hips as he came slowly towards her.
‘Don’t blame it all on me, Briony. You.…’
‘I was a stupid fool,’ she stormed bitterly. ‘And you took full advantage of that fact, didn’t you, Kieron? God, I hate you! If you burned in hell for ever more it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me!’
‘Is that why you’re insisting on staying here?’ he grated at her. ‘Are you looking for revenge? Is that how your warped little mind works?’
‘I’m staying here because I need a job,’ she told him coldly. ‘And I don’t think the Board would be very impressed with their new editor if I told them why he was so anxious to get rid of me. Rival papers would love it, though, I’m sure. Selling sensation life stories seems to be all the rage these days. I wonder how much my exposé would be worth?’
‘It works both ways,’ he retorted softly. ‘By working for me, you’re putting yourself within my power, and after what you’ve just admitted, doesn’t that thought frighten you?’
‘Not in the least,’ Briony lied bravely. ‘You’ve already done your worst. Anything else could only be an anticlimax.’
He gave her so much work that it was lunchtime before she could ring Gina to warn her that she might be late.
The Italian girl was delighted to hear that she was going out. ‘You took my warning about Nicky to heart, eh?’ she teased. ‘I wish you luck in your search for a papa for him.’
Briony had worked through her lunch-hour and expecting that Kieron would be detained by Gail had not thought to close her office door when she made her call. The result was that he walked in when she was right in the middle of it, and Gina was describing Nicky’s newest trick.
‘Personal call?’ Kieron said sardonically when she had finished. ‘First time I’ve seen a spark of life in you since I got here. Does Matt know about him?’
‘My private affairs are my own,’ Briony retorted, colour scorching her skin as she realised the inference he had drawn from her words. Of course he would think she meant love affairs. She turned her back on him, searching through the files for an article she needed. When she straightened up Kieron was standing right behind her. She could smell the faint tang of his aftershave. His skin was firm and tanned, the blue eyes framed with ridiculously thick dark lashes. Just like Nicky’s. Her heart pounded, and she bent down to close the cupboard drawer, trying to conceal her reaction. Kieron frowned suddenly.
‘You still use the same perfume.’
Anger flooded her at his cruelty.
‘I’m surprised you remembered,’ she said bitterly. ‘But then reporters are trained to remember every small detail, however minor, aren’t they? That’s how you managed to piece together your scoop, wasn’t it? How boring it must have been for you to have to search through all the dross of my confidences for those precious nuggets! But well worth it in the end. As Gail said, the story made you famous overnight. As it did me, although in my case the word was “infamous”. I’m surprised you didn’t tell them all yesterday exactly who I was. Or can it be that you actually felt ashamed of admitting exactly how you got your story?’
‘You weren’t exactly unwilling,’ he reminded her harshly.
‘I wasn’t unwilling to let you make love to me, but I wasn’t given the opportunity to state my views on how you intended to use my confidences, was I? I wish I could think that having me working for you would put you throu
gh hell, Kieron, but we both know that you don’t have that much compunction, don’t we?’
He reached for her, but she was ready for him, sliding behind her desk and sitting down. Anger blazed in his eyes, his skin stretched tautly across the bones of his face. He had removed his jacket and his thin silk shirt showed the smoothly muscled wall of his chest with its covering of dark hair. With a sense of shock she realised that he was intensely male; something she had never fully appreciated before. Because he had hidden that side of himself from her? Of course he had never been attracted to her. He was the sort of man who had women coming out of his ears. How he must have laughed at her naïveté!
By five o’clock her desk was clear, but her head was pounding and all she wanted to do was to go home and go to bed. The heat in the city was oppressive, beating up off the pavements and clogging the air to mingle chokingly with the petrol fumes.
When she went down to the cloakroom to freshen up several of the other girls were already there.
‘What a waste!’ a giggly blonde from Fashion moaned to her friend. They were bent over one of the basins and neither of them had seen Briony come in. ‘That gorgeous hunk of male and Ice-Cold Winters! I bet she wouldn’t know what to do with a real man. Look at that wet Matt she goes about with!’
Someone kicked her on the ankle and she turned round complaining, her mouth dropping open when she saw Briony. For a moment Briony had a savage longing to tell her that she knew exactly what to do with a man like Kieron Blake, but she suppressed it, pretending she had heard nothing, which was stupid because the girl had a particularly shrill voice.
‘Ice-Cold Winters.’ Was that what they called her? She grimaced and then shrugged dismissively. What did it matter after all?
CHAPTER THREE
THE others were all gathered in the pub when Briony got there. Doug greeted her cheerfully, throwing his arm round her shoulders and insisting on buying her what she suspected was a highly lethal drink. She sipped it slowly, grimacing a little as the raw spirit hit her throat. The paper’s staff were well known in the small pub and a buffet meal had been organised. Briony left Doug chatting to some colleagues and went to fill her plate, glancing discreetly at her watch. At eight o’clock she would make her excuses and leave. She knew from past experience that a hard core of staff would remain as long as the bar stayed open, but she had told Gina to expect her about nine. She hated missing Nicky’s bedtime. Bathing him and tucking him up in bed was something she looked forward to all day.
Matt materialised at her side while she was standing by the buffet table. His face was pale and he was already a little unsteady on his feet.
‘Got to talk to you,’ he muttered. ‘Let’s go and sit down.’
Briony frowned. Matt had too much to drink, and it showed in his faintly slurred speech and dull eyes. Rather than create a scene she let him lead her to a small table, unobtrusively pushing her plate of food in front of him, guessing that he had had nothing to eat.
Gail was standing in front of them and Briony’s heart sank when she saw Kieron come towards her, hoping that he would not see them sitting behind his companion.
‘It’s Mary,’ Matt confided unsteadily. ‘She wants to come back to me. Her mother rang me this morning. Oh God, Briony, I just can’t believe it!’ His voice broke and Briony was dismayed to see that there were tears in his eyes. It struck her that his wife was far more fortunate than she deserved, and that it might do the marriage good were Matt not to appear too over-eager to take her back.
‘What did you say?’ she asked him cautiously. A tiny voice was warning her that it would be imprudent to embroil herself in Matt’s private life, and that once she did, she would be a prop that he would lean on for ever more.
‘I didn’t say anything,’ he confessed.
‘Then if you take my advice you won’t,’ Briony told him crisply. ‘At least not for a while.’
Matt was staring at her open-mouthed, but it was the open disdain in another pair of eyes, steel-blue with contempt, that made her flush. No one else had witnessed the small exchange. Kieron glanced away almost immediately, and Briony frowned, shrugging aside her momentary reaction, to concentrate on Matt.
‘I’m sure Mary will appreciate you far more if you don’t go running back to her straight away, Matt, but the decision must be yours. Look, I must go and say goodbye to Doug, and then I’m leaving.’
‘Stay a bit longer, and I’ll give you a lift home,’ Matt urged. ‘I’ve got the car.’
‘No, really, I can’t,’ she told him, standing up to look for Doug.
He greeted her with a rueful smile.
‘Don’t tell me you’re running off already?’
‘Got to, I’m afraid,’ she said casually. Gail and Kieron had joined the group round the bar, and she felt herself colour as Gail drawled in cool amusement:
‘A boy-friend? You do surprise me! Who is he? Or can we guess?’
She was looking at Matt as she spoke, her eyes openly deriding, and Briony squashed an impulse to tell her the truth.
‘How about a kiss for good luck?’ Doug suggested. He looked at her like a playful puppy, and Briony knew that if she refused he would be hurt. Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, while several of the others cheered. As though he knew how much the gesture had cost her Doug whispered, ‘Thanks, honey. Take it easy with Kieron, he’s not me, you know.’
‘Unfortunately.’ The word was out before she could stop it, but before Doug could make any comment Matt had lurched up to them, his expression belligerent as he threw his arm round Briony.
‘Briony’s with me,’ he told the older man. ‘I’m taking you home—aren’t I, Briony?’
Too furious to speak, Briony pulled away, but Matt refused to let her go. The alcohol he had consumed seemed to have wrought a sea-change to his character, and far from being embarrassed by his behaviour he seemed inclined to become even more possessive.
‘I think you’ve had a little too much to drink, old man,’ Kieron interrupted calmly, his hand going out to restrain him. Matt shook him off, and for a moment Briony felt fear crawling along her spine as she saw the look in Kieron’s eyes. It vanished almost instantly, to be replaced with one of cool contempt.
‘Got to take Briony home,’ Matt muttered, subsiding a little as though even his muddled brain had perceived the danger.
‘I’ll take her home. You’re in no fit state to drive,’ Kieron told him in clipped accents. ‘In fact I think we’d better have your car keys, unless of course you were planning on staying with Briony overnight.’
There was an electric silence when Briony directed a freezing glare at Kieron and the others shuffled uncomfortably, avoiding her eyes.
‘No?’ Kieron drawled. ‘Hardly surprising. Give me your keys and Gail here will make sure you get home safely—won’t you, Gail?’
The blonde looked surprised and slightly chagrined, and Briony wondered how Kieron knew that Gail and Matt lived quite close to one another. Unless perhaps Gail had told him? It was plain from the other girl’s expression that she had expected to be the one going home with Kieron, and the look she directed at Briony was openly hostile.
‘I don’t need anyone to take me home,’ Briony announced firmly. ‘I’m perfectly capable of taking myself. In fact I must leave now or I’ll miss my bus.’
‘You’re not walking through the streets alone at this time of night,’ Kieron told her in clipped accents, his fingers closing about her arm and forestalling her flight. It was hot in the pub and he had discarded his jacket, his tie pulled loosely away from his shirt collar, which was unbuttoned to reveal the tanned skin of his throat.
‘This isn’t New York,’ Briony countered, but Doug was frowning slightly.
‘He’s right, you know, Briony,’ he told her. ‘It isn’t wise to walk alone in London at night.’
It seemed as though they had all entered into a conspiracy against her, one of the younger reporters recounting with obvious relish stor
ies of muggings—and worse. Even allowing for certain embellishments they did not make pleasant hearing, and Briony felt the gooseflesh prickle along her arms as she contemplated the long walk to her bus stop. Urban violence was a fact of life and it would be foolish to ignore it. Even Matt seemed to accept that Kieron was going to take her home, and sulkily handed his keys over to Gail.
Kieron did not release his grip of her arm, and as they made their final goodbyes she hissed at him, ‘There’s really no need. You don’t even know where I live. I could be taking you miles out of your way.’
‘I know all right,’ he told her grimly. ‘I’ve been through all the staff files—and now unless you really want to see me lose my temper, just shut up, will you?’
His car wasn’t parked very far away, but Kieron retained his hold of her arm, forcing her to try to match her small paces to his longer ones as they walked along the pavement. Briony glimpsed their reflection in a store window. To an onlooker their pose represented that of close friends—or lovers. She pulled away, shivering suddenly, although the evening was quite mild. How often in the past had they walked together like this? But then she had had no thought in her head but the sheer thrilling pleasure of Kieron’s proximity.
She was so deep in thought that she didn’t realise at first that Kieron had stopped next to a long, sleek, pale grey car, which looked both fast and dangerous.
‘Get in,’ he instructed her, unlocking the passenger door and standing over her while she did to.
She sank into the luxurious hide upholstery, unwillingly impressed by the opulence of the vehicle. When Kieron got in beside her and slammed his door she moved instinctively farther towards hers, oppressed by the unwanted intimacy the narrow confines of the car forced upon her.
When Kieron turned towards her, she flinched, her eyes wide and dark, colour running up angrily under her skin as he reached casually for the seat belt and held it up mockingly in front of her.
