Gold Diggers. Tasmina Perry

woman straining in fitted corsets and flowing skirts. Everybody’s faces were obscured by masks made from papier-mâché or thick brocade, making it impossible to spot Adam, but the sensation of being alone, hidden, was exciting, almost a sexual thrill for Karin. God, she had to find Adam – and quickly. She moved through the crowd, passing from the main ballroom into the tangle of anterooms, soaking up the delicious atmosphere, listening to the babble of different languages. Finally she came across a smaller room, filled with people, crackling with excitement. Walking closer, she understood why she had been given a handful of casino chips on entry; it was a roulette table. She found a place at the table, put all of her chips on red and held her breath as the ball bounced around the wheel.

      ‘Red, twelve,’ said the croupier and pushed over a pile of chips. With a growing confidence, she moved half of her stash onto zero.

      ‘No more bets,’ said the croupier as the ball began to rattle round the walnut wheel. Karin dropped her cool and clapped with excitement as the ball came to rest on zero. A respectful hum ran around the crowd.

      ‘Go for broke,’ said a man standing next to her. ‘After all, it’s not real money is it?’

      Carried along by the moment, Karin moved all her chips onto number twenty-nine, watching, waiting her heart pounding as the white ball swirled, rattled and slowed.

      ‘Red, thirteen.’ There were hoots of excitement as the croupier scooped up all Karin’s chips with his rake and pushed them towards the end of the table. Karin looked down the table to see the victor. His eyes met hers and he smiled. He was wearing a gold mask with a long curved nose, but she could see the bottom half of his face and that square jaw was unmistakable. Adam. The bastard.

      ‘Thirteen. Lucky for some,’ laughed Adam, leading Karin back into the ballroom.

      ‘Lucky for you, you mean.’

      ‘Don’t be so competitive,’ smiled Adam. ‘Not when there are more important things at stake.’ They reached the edge of the dance floor just as the sound of Mozart soared into the air. With a curt nod of invitation, Adam took Karin in his arms to dance.

      ‘When you said we should see Venice, I didn’t think it would be from behind two papier-mâché slits,’ smiled Karin, enjoying the feeling of closeness as they whirled around the room.

      ‘I like the idea of masks, don’t you?’ said Adam. ‘The idea of being someone else for the night? It has so many possibilities. That’s why the Venetian lords threw big balls for carnival – they wanted to allow their guests to adopt a different party personality to the one they usually had.’

      ‘So who are you tonight?’ asked Karin playfully. ‘The King of Roulette?’

      ‘Casanova,’ he joked, leaning his mouth close to her ear.

      ‘I thought you said different personas.’

      The air was thick with chemistry; a thick wall that both separated and pulled them together. Karin was enjoying putting Adam on the spot. She was naturally direct, challenging and cool. It worked in business and she also found it drove certain men crazy.

      ‘Don’t believe everything you read in the New York Post,’ scolded Adam.

      ‘You’re forty-something and unmarried – people draw conclusions.’

      The music stopped and Adam took a flute of champagne.

      ‘I’ve never married because my parents had a wonderful marriage and I’ve spent my whole life comparing my relationships to theirs,’ he said more seriously.

      ‘Well, not everybody wants marriage,’ said Karin quietly.

      ‘You’ve never tried it?’ asked Adam.

      ‘My first, only, husband died last year in a boating accident,’ she said. She wasn’t sure if she had needed to tell him quite yet; but she knew he’d find out. And besides, it made her seem more sensitive, more mysterious and certainly less predatory than a single, unmarried woman in her thirties.

      ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t know,’ he said softly, reaching up to touch her face. They both looked away, out onto the dance floor.

      ‘It’s quite incredible,’ she sighed. ‘So decadent.’

      ‘I love Venice. It reminds me of Manhattan.’

      ‘You’re kidding!’

      ‘Seriously,’ said Adam. ‘They’re both islands built around commerce; Venice was once the wealthiest city in the world. There’s an old Venetian saying that a man without money is a corpse that walks.’

      ‘I’m sure thousands of New Yorkers think that every day,’ said Karin dryly.

      He laughed. ‘Not just New Yorkers.’

      They fell silent again, watching the masked dancers revolving around the floor.

      ‘Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about,’ said Adam, still looking at the ballroom.

      Karin felt a little leap of excitement in her belly.

      ‘It was something you said at the Knightsbridge party. That we both sell lifestyle statements,’ he continued. ‘I’ve been to your stores and I think your corporate identity is really strong.’

      Karin felt the delicious bubble of anticipation pop. ‘I think your corporate identity is strong’? she thought furiously. Had he brought her all the way to Venice to talk business? Whatever happened to ‘I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen’ or ‘I think we could be great together.’ She’d even settle for I think you have great tits. She’d gone to enormous lengths to be here and that was the best he could do? Did he have any idea how difficult it was to get a room at the Cipriani during the carnival?

      She took a deep breath: Calm down, Karin, she told herself. You’re a businesswoman, start behaving like one.

      ‘Well, thank you for the compliment, Adam,’ she said coolly. ‘So what did you want to talk about?’

      ‘I have a team of creative people advising the Midas Corporation,’ he said. ‘I would love you to do some consulting for the residential division. I think you could really add some class.’

      But Karin was only half listening. A tall, slender man in black tie had caught her eye across the dance floor. His harlequin mask could not disguise his handsome features; a long straight nose, a wide mouth and a strong jaw. He boldly walked across to Karin and extended a hand. ‘May I have this dance?’ he said with a heavy Italian accent.

      ‘Eduardo Ribisi, is that you?’ she laughed.

      ‘Sì, Karin carissima, it is I!’ he said, whirling his cape dramatically.

      Karin grinned. ‘I didn’t recognize you at first, although you can hardly blame me with that mask.’ She looked at Adam. ‘If you’ll excuse me for a few moments …?’

      The music swelled as Eduardo took her in his arms and swung her across the dance floor with expert grace.

      ‘So who is he?’ whispered Eduardo playfully.

      ‘Someone who has just made me very cross,’ said Karin, unable to shake her annoyance.

      ‘Karin, darling, you come to Venice for passion and laughter, not for this sad little face,’ he said, touching his finger on her downturned lip.

      Over Eduardo’s shoulder, she could see Adam still standing there, his eyes following them.

      ‘Do you want to go back?’ asked Eduardo.

      ‘Not yet. Just hold me.’

      Adam was stony-faced by the time she returned. ‘Who was that?’ he said flatly, taking a canapé off a tray and biting into it rather harder than necessary.

      ‘Just an old friend. He’s from a very old Italian family. Practically royalty