His After-Hours Mistress: The Rich Man's Reluctant Mistress. Trish Wylie

need. As she had once experienced with Zane!

      It had been powerful and she regretted it now. And, looking at Serafine, she knew that this woman had also experienced the magic of Zane’s kisses. They’d probably even made love! Lucinda’s throat closed painfully and she wanted to get up and walk away, but of course that was impossible. She had no intention of letting Zane know how much his attitude towards Serafine affected her.

      She was annoyed with herself actually for feeling this way—especially so soon after the Simon affair.

      ‘What would you like to drink, Lucinda?’ Zane’s attention was once again on her.

      ‘Whatever you’re having,’ she answered with a shrug. She didn’t care. What she really wanted was to go home. Home? It was odd to be calling Zane’s house home, but she supposed that that was what it was for the time being, and she ought to be there working, not sitting around with Zane and one of his female friends.

      With her drink placed in front of her Lucinda continued to seethe over the situation into which she had been forced, and when the three of them went through to the restaurant she felt like screaming. Nevertheless she did her best to be pleasant and talkative and when the time came for them to leave she smiled warmly at Serafine. ‘It’s been nice meeting you.’

      ‘You too,’ agreed the other woman. ‘You must ask Zane to bring you to my restaurant again.’

      ‘That was Serafine’s restaurant?’ asked Lucinda with a frown once she had collected her parcels and they were outside. ‘She owns it?’

      Zane smiled and nodded, taking the packets off Lucinda and tucking them beneath his arm. ‘She’s some girl. It’s not the only place she owns.’

      ‘But she never said.’ Lucinda felt that she had been left in ignorance deliberately.

      ‘That’s because she’s extremely modest,’ said Zane, more than a hint of admiration in his voice.

      ‘Have you known her long?’

      ‘We met at a conference in England a few years ago,’ he answered and Lucinda thought she saw a faraway look in his eyes. ‘And I’ve seen her on and off ever since. I’m very fond of her.’

      And Serafine was more than fond of Zane!

      ‘Why all the questions?’ His blue eyes levelled on hers curiously. ‘Forgive me for saying it, but you sound jealous.’

      ‘Me? Jealous?’ Lucinda was alarmed to hear a faint squeak in her voice. ‘Why would I be jealous of a friend of someone I’m simply doing a job for?’

      ‘You did kiss me.’

      He looked highly indignant and Lucinda was about to make some scathing remark when she realised that he was teasing her and she smiled faintly. ‘Nevertheless,’ she said firmly, ‘I have no intention of being one of your numerous conquests.’

      ‘Numerous?’ he repeated, his eyes narrowing.

      ‘I bet there’s a girl in every corner of the world willing to go to bed with you.’

      ‘You think Serafine and I are lovers?’

      ‘Well, aren’t you?’

      Zane gave a mysterious smile. ‘My private life is just that, Lucinda. Private.’

      They reached the car, where the driver sat patiently waiting, and as she climbed into it Lucinda was left thinking the worst. It shouldn’t have worried her; Zane was employing her to do a job for him—nothing more, nothing less. The fact that he had kissed her was of no consequence. It meant nothing to him; it should have meant nothing to her. The trouble was she couldn’t forget the kiss. It played over and over in her mind and she hated to admit it but she wanted more.

      The next day Lucinda kept well out of Zane’s way, studying the rooms, consulting her samples, doing the work she was being paid to do. She had brought her laptop with her and spent time building up composites of each of the rooms in turn. In fact she kept herself so busy that until she stopped work she wasn’t aware that Zane had left the house.

      ‘Mr Alexander went out before lunch,’ the maid informed her, and it wasn’t difficult to guess where he had gone. Zane craved female company and since she wasn’t making herself available…

      Images of the beautiful Serafine kept popping into her head and when Zane didn’t come home until late that evening Lucinda knew that her assumption was correct.

      ‘Where are you going?’ he asked as he walked into the house and saw her heading towards her bedroom.

      ‘Bed, of course,’ she answered. ‘It’s late.’

      ‘You’ve shut me out the whole day,’ he said. ‘I think I deserve a little of your time now.’

      ‘I’ve shut you out?’ she questioned sharply. ‘I’ve merely been doing the job you’re paying me for.’

      ‘And I have been out on business too. So a little leisure time together will do us both good.’ He sounded cross, as though he was paying her to spend time with him and she was failing in her duty.

      ‘If you insist,’ she conceded irritably. ‘I am rather tired, though; I’ve had a busy day.’

      ‘And a productive one, I hope?’ he asked, an eyebrow raised questioningly. ‘When am I going to see these ideas of yours?’

      ‘Whenever you like,’ answered Lucinda. ‘I’m about ready to discuss them with you. I realise that there will probably be things you don’t like, but—’

      ‘Hold on!’ Zane held up his hand. ‘I have no intention of talking business tonight. I simply want your company.’

      And what else? she couldn’t help wondering. But it didn’t stop her agreeing to stay with him. In actual fact she wanted his company too, needed it even. One taste of him and she had become infatuated. One taste and she wanted more, even though she had sworn to herself that she would never let him kiss her again. Surely they could sit together and talk like two sensible adults and not take their relationship any further?

      They sat outside beneath the moon and the stars, sipping wine and not saying very much at all. The sky was midnight-blue. The sea shimmered with silver highlights. There were a few sounds of the night—faint strains of music from one of the boats moored far below them, an animal moving through the undergrowth, cicadas chirruping—and their own breathing!

      Zane’s was deep and regular, as though he had fallen asleep. Lucinda glanced across and was startled to see that he was watching her.

      ‘Have you any idea how beautiful you look in the moonlight?’ he asked.

      Lucinda shook her head. ‘I don’t want your compliments.’

      ‘Then that’s a pity because I believe that all beautiful woman should receive their fair share. And you’re lovelier than most, Lucinda. I’m very fortunate to have obtained your services.’

      ‘You have no idea yet how I’ll perform,’ she retorted.

      ‘Oh, I think I do.’

      Maybe his expression wasn’t clear but the meaning in his voice certainly was and Lucinda huffed. ‘I’m talking about my work.’ And her body went hot all over.

      ‘Naturally,’ he agreed, and she could hear a smile in his voice.

      Lucinda shook her head vigorously and her hair, which she had brushed earlier and left loose about her shoulders, flew over her face. She flicked it away with an impatient hand.

      ‘You should have let me do that,’ growled Zane, inching closer. ‘You have gorgeous hair, Lucinda. Has anyone ever told you that? I wish you would wear it down more often.’ And then he surprised her with a complete change of subject. ‘Are you afraid of men?’ he asked, his voice low and considered.

      ‘I’m not afraid of you,’