King Of Swords

There was no breeze, but the night air felt refreshingly cool against her uncovered shoulders and arms. A scent of flowers hung in the air, making her starkly, poignantly aware that this was the last Midsummer night she would ever spend in this house.

She leaned on the balustrade, gazing sightlessly over the starlit gardens, wondering painfully what changes Alex Constantis would make if he bought the house. He would probably plough up the south lawn and replace it with a swimming pool, and a helicopter pad, she thought scornfully, and she should be glad she wasn’t going to be around to see such desecration.

She could hear the laughter and the cheering from the drawing room, and the cries of ‘To Julia’, which followed her father’s traditional, humorous speech, and wondered how many of the particpants realised they were drinking the toast for the last time. Julia Kendrick—scandalous wife, daring mistress, Toast of the Town—had reached the end of her reign.

She felt sudden absurd tears sting at her eyelids, and thought, ‘To Julia’. And heard, with sudden shock, the same words echoed aloud from only a feet away.

She whirled round, her hands flying to her mouth to cover the little startled cry forced from her. ‘You!’

‘Yes,’

Somehow, in the shadows of the night, he looked taller—more powerful than ever, the dark face an unreadable mask as he stood between her and the sanctuary of the lighted window.

He said, ‘I came to wish you goodnight, thespinis.’

‘You’re—leaving?’ The words seemed to twist out of her suddenly dry throat.

He smiled. ‘That is what you’re hoping for, ne?’ He shook his head. ‘I am sorry to disappoint you. I shall be back—later today.’

‘You’re going to buy the house?’

‘I think so. You have rekindled my interest in it.’

‘I—have?’

‘Certainly. Ambermere must be a unique property, if it can rouse such passionate commitment in you.’ He paused. ‘I wonder, in different circumstances, if you would ever have found the husband you are looking for, Julia Kendrick—a man so little a man he would deny his name and his birthright in subjection to your whim.’

‘It wasn’t a whim,’ she denied huskily. ‘How could you possibly understand?’

‘You think perhaps that I have no right to the name I bear?’ The dark eyes glittered at her. ‘Well, you are not the first to say so—even though there have been few who would dare utter the words to my face.’

‘Because they’re all so terrified of you?’ Her voice sounded high and rather breathless. ‘When you take Ambermere, you’ll have done the worst you can. You have no power over me after that.’

‘You don’t think so?’ Slowly he advanced on her, making her retreat until her back was pressed against the balustrade with no further physical withdrawal possible. ‘But you are wrong, Julia Kendrick. Because if I take Ambermere, I shall also take you.’

His hands descended on her shoulders. He used no particular force, but with the first shock of his touch on her bare skin, Julia knew her flesh would bear the imprint of his fingers as if he had bruised her.

She tried to say ‘No!’ but he was bending towards her, shutting out safety, blocking the starlight, and the word was stifled on her lips by the stark, demanding pressure of his mouth. She tried to resist, to keep her own mouth closed against his insistence, but it was a battle she could not win. A battle he was determined, with total sensuality, that she should lose.

In some distant corner of her mind, she admitted this. Recognised that this confrontation had been inevitable since she had entered the drawing-room that night.

A sigh trembled through her, and she capitulated, allowing him to invade her mouth and deepen the kiss in any way he wanted. But even that was not enough. His lips, his tongue demanded a response she had never before been required to give—a response she wasn’t even sure she capable of. She couldn’t breathe, and her legs seemed to be turning to water, as his hands pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders, then drew her against him so that her bared breasts were brought into aching, erotic contract with the hard wall of his chest.

And from somewhere in her innermost being, she felt the first slow uncurling of heated, treacherous, unbearable excitement.

Her hands went up to clasp the lapels of his jacket as an insidious weakness began to spread through her. When he took his mouth from hers, she gasped, her head falling back helplessly as his mouth traced a path down the column of her throat.

But as his hand lifted to close intimately on one small naked breast, she cried out in outraged modesty, summoning all the strength of will which still remained to her in order to drag herself out of his arms. She was shaking so much she thought she might fall, her hands fumbling as she tried to drag her dress back into place, to hide her body from that dark, devouring gaze.

For one shuddering moment she thought he might reach for her again, and shrank back against the support of the balustrade.

She heard him catch his breath, and saw the savage, single-minded hunger die from his face, to be replaced by an odd wryness.

He said, to himself, ‘A virgin. And that, of course, changes everything.’

Then, before Julia could move or speak, he turned, and walked away from her into the darkness.

CHAPTER THREE

JULIA stayed in her room until late the following morning. Downstairs she could hear the whine of vacuum cleaners, and a subdued hum of voices and movement, as the small army of cleaners from the village restored order after the party. Normally, she would have got up and pitched in with them.

But this time she didn’t seem capable of doing anything but lying staring at the ceiling, letting the events of the previous day, and more particularly, the previous night, re-run in her mind like some slow-moving action replay.

It was still impossible for her to believe that she had behaved like that—responded like that, especially with a man she resented and despised. She even wondered whether she had dreamed the whole thing.

It had been, after all, Midsummer Night. But Alex Constantis’s kisses were far from being ‘the stuff that dreams are made on’, Julia thought wryly.

And she couldn’t blame alcohol either, for she’d hardly drunk anything all night.

Oh, damn him, she thought savagely, burying her face in the pillow. Damn him to hell!

Her behaviour had been totally out of context with the rest of her life. She had never been the type to walk willingly into any man’s arms. ‘Passionately aloof’ had been the rueful description from one of her admirers, and she had liked that. She’d had a life planned out for herself in security and harmony at Ambermere, and nothing was going to interfere with that, especially the kind of casual sexual diversion so many of her friends seemed to take for granted. True, the threat of serious disease had changed their thinking in recent months, but Julia had had to make no such adaptation.

I was fashionable without even knowing it, she told herself half derisively.

Now she was being forced to consider whether the strong-mindedness she had always prided herself on might not simply have been lack of serious temptation.

No, she thought, thumping the mattress with her fist. I won’t believe that. Yesterday I was knocked sideways by the news about Ambermere, that’s all, and I went a little mad. But today I’m sane again.

Sane enough, certainly, to think about plans for her drastically altered future.

Soberly, she considered her strengths in bookkeeping and word-processing which she had intended to use in the administration of the estate, working alongside her father. Surely they were sufficient to find her some kind of secretarial work. And a number of her former school friends were now living and working in London, and always looking for an extra flatmate to help out with the rent.

I’ll survive, she told herself. I’ll have to.

She got up, took a quick bath, then dressed in jeans and a shirt before going downstairs.

Mrs Parsons the housekeeper was coming along the hall with a tray of coffee for Sir Philip’s study, and Julia followed her.

‘Morning, Jools.’ Her father’s greeting was a shade over-hearty. ‘You slipped away rather early last night, didn’t you?’

‘I wasn’t really in a party mood,’ Julia returned levelly, and Sir Philip nodded, shuffling the papers on his desk.

‘It’s a hell of a thing,’ he said sombrely. ‘Jools, if there was any other way, you know—don’t you …’

‘Yes,’ Julia acknowledged with a sigh, ‘I know.’ She poured out the coffee and handed her father his cup. ‘Although I suppose nothing’s settled yet.’

‘As a matter of fact it is.’ Her father gave her an awkward glance. ‘Alex Constantis telephoned after breakfast to confirm his offer. Polly and I are meeting his lawyers this afternoon to work out the final details. It’s all going to happen rather fast, I suspect.’

‘I’m sure it will,’ Julia agreed drily. Even when he was standing still, Alex Constantis gave an impression of being consumed by restless dynamic energy. Once he had made up his mind he wanted something, he would allow no grass to grow under his feet until he possessed it, she thought, a frisson of unease prickling between her shoulderblades.

‘He’s coming over later,’ her father went on. ‘We spent rather a long time at the Home Farm yesterday, and he wants to see the rest of the estate.’ He paused. ‘I told him you’d be happy to be his guide.’

‘You said what?’ Julia sent him a horrified glance. ‘Oh, Daddy, you couldn’t have done! I never want to set eyes on that man again as long as I live!’

‘Then that’s unfortunate.’ Sir Philip frowned. ‘What I said yesterday, Jools, still applies. I expect you to be civil, and keep any personal antipathy you may feel under control. Nothing’s actually signed yet, after all. And you’re the best person anyway for a job like that. Constantis was asking me last night about the damnfool remarks that silly woman poor Gerald lumbered himself with was making at dinner, and I explained to him how much the estate meant to you. He was very understanding.’

‘I’m sure he was,’ Julia said bitterly. She sighed. ‘All right then, Daddy, I’ll do what you want, on condition it’s the last time I have to meet Mr Constantis. Tomorrow I’m going to London to start job-hunting.’

Sir Philip stared at her. ‘But there’s no need for that. Once the estate is sold, we won’t be penniless. I thought we might move to the Riviera, or somewhere in the sun. These English winters are no good for Mummy’s chest, you know, and …’

‘No darling,’ Julia said gently. ‘You two go ahead and make whatever plans you want. I have to start organising a life for myself.’ She lifted her chin. ‘I’m not a child any more.’

‘No,’ Sir Philip said rather sadly, ‘I suppose not.’

An hour later Julia waved her parents a smiling goodbye. Lydia Kendrick had decided to accompany her husband to London to do some shopping, a decision which Julia suspected sprang from the news that Alex Constantis was due at Ambermere shortly.

Lucky Mother, she thought with a sigh. I wish I could cut and run!

As she went back into the house, the telephone rang, and she reached for it with a feeling of fore-boding. But it was only Vivvy.

‘Where did you disappear to last night?’ her friend asked plaintively.

‘I began to feel like the skeleton at the feast and went to bed,’ Julia excused herself.

‘Not swept off your feet by the dishy Mr Constantis, I hope,’ giggled Vivvy, then she lowered her voice conspiratorially. ‘By the way, Jools, Dad and Stepmother had a mega-row last night over her remarks at dinner. Alastair and I could hear them in their bedroom shouting at each other. I think Dad’s rose-coloured glasses have cracked at last.’

‘I’m sorry,’ said Julia, and meant it.

‘I’m not,’ Vivvy returned with equal sincerity. ‘She’s an utter bitch, and everyone could see it but him. But she’ll have to be more careful in future, which can only be a step in the right direction.’ She paused. ‘Actually, I thought Alex Constantis handled the situation pretty well. He’s incredibly glamorous and sexy, Jools. Pity he’s not looking for a wife, really.’

‘Well, he’ll be here at any minute for a tour of the estate,’ Julia said coolly. ‘I’ll put in a good word for you.’

‘For me?’ Vivvy shrieked. ‘Don’t be an idiot! I was thinking of you. Tricia may have been out to make trouble, but she had a point, actually. If you married Alex Constantis, you’d still have Ambermere.’

‘Thank you,’ Julia said drily. ‘But there’s a limit to the sacrifices I’m prepared to make, even for Ambermere.’

Vivvy giggled again. ‘Some sacrifice,’ she said caustically. ‘Quite apart from his money, I bet he’s fantastic in bed.’

For one frightened moment Julia found herself reliving the reality of being in Alex Constantis’s arms. The remembered scent of his skin, the warmth of his body seemed to fill her senses, as if he had been standing there beside her. A shiver ran through her. She gave a shaky laugh.

‘You’re the limit. Viv! What would Reverend Mother say if she could hear you?’

‘She’d sigh, and offer to pray for me again,’ Vivvy said ebulliently. ‘Poor soul, I bet she’s never off her knees.’

Julia’s hand was trembling as she replaced the receiver on the rest after Vivvy had rung off. Her friend had only been joking, she knew, but her starlit encounter with Alex Constantis had taught her swiftly that any involvement with him was no laughing matter.

‘If I take Ambermere, I shall also take you.’ The words seemed to sting in her brain.

The only reassurance she could draw from the incident was the change of heart he’d undergone once he’d concluded she was a virgin. Although heaven alone knew how he’d guessed that, she thought with embarrassment. But clearly her total lack of sexual experience was a drawback as far as he was concerned.

And a lifesaver to me, she thought, squaring her shoulders, as she heard the sound of a car on the drive outside. She wiped suddenly damp hands on her denim-clad thighs. And now it was daylight, and the sexy party gear was shut away, along with the madness which had afflicted her last night. She was her practical workaday self once again.

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