Mistresses: Blackmailed With Diamonds / Shackled with Rubies

I knew he wasn’t fooled, but mercifully he didn’t press it. His manner simply became more gentle.

‘You love him very much, don’t you?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ I said, blowing my nose. ‘You said you and Grandpa Nick were like a couple of kids, and that’s how it is with Grandad and me. He looks after me, I look after him.’

‘And it’s been that way for a long time, hasn’t it?’ he asked. ‘Since you were—what? Ten?’

‘More like six,’ I said.

‘Me too. I can’t claim as young as six, but I can remember helping Nick out with the books at the store, because he’d promised Dad he’d have them done by next day and he hadn’t even started them. He kept putting them off because he was hopeless at figures. I could manage figures OK. I don’t mean I was brilliant, but my mind worked that way. His didn’t. He thought it was rocket science. So I did the books, which didn’t leave me any time for my homework. So he came up to the school next day and gave them a sob story to get me off. I didn’t know where to look. I was so sure they’d see through him. But they didn’t. He did it so well.’

‘Oh, yes,’ I said, remembering my childhood. ‘He did it well.’

Now I really liked Jack. Having daft grandfathers, so alike that they might have been twins, was a true bond.

‘Nick was full of silly jokes and superstitions,’ Jack resumed. ‘He believed in lucky charms, and he had a dozen of them, all supposed to work for something different. The most important were the cufflinks. He was wearing them when he proposed to the most wonderful woman in the world, even though he reckoned he had no chance. But he was wrong. She said yes. So he decided they must be lucky, and he treasured them always. It meant a lot that he gave them to me. We both knew Dad wouldn’t have understood.’

‘Do they work?’ I asked.

‘Often enough to be hair-raising. Last night I went to the casino twice, the first time wearing a pair of my own.’

‘Solid gold?’

‘Please!’ he said in a scandalised voice. ‘Bully Jack doesn’t waste his time on gold. Solid platinum.’

I nodded sagely. ‘Twice the price.’

‘Right. Anyway I lost, which is what you expect in a casino. Then later I went back a second time, I was wearing Nick’s “lucky” links, and won ten grand.’

‘Aha! That’s how come you can afford me!’

He surveyed me wryly. ‘We passed ten grand about eleven-thirty this morning. And we haven’t even started on jewellery yet.’

‘Your grandpa sounds great. I can understand why you liked him so much.’

‘I loved him. Mind you, I blame him for everything. If he hadn’t started that store my Dad couldn’t have built it up into a chain and then left the lot to me. It was made very clear that I had to become a tycoon—whether I wanted it or not.’

‘And you expect me to believe that you didn’t?’

‘I wanted to be a vet. But the trouble with money is that if you have it you find that more keeps sticking to you, like mud. And people depend on you—the workforce, shareholders, your sister. You dream about getting out from under, but how can you when it’s going to affect them?’

‘I suppose we all dream of getting out from under,’ I mused. ‘What would your version be? Becoming a vet at last?’

‘No, it’s too late for that. I’d just like to get away and be a hobo of the waterways. I’d have a barge, and a great, stupid dog. Or maybe I’d be really extravagant and have two.’

‘Just you and the dogs?’

‘Probably. There aren’t too many people you could ask to spend their lives like that.’

‘Oh, this is to be a lifetime thing?’

‘You bet. The whole point is to be completely free of all the heavy stuff—obligations, responsibilities, and above all people’s expectations.’

I’m not sure if he knew it, but he gave a little sigh as he said the last words, and it told me a great deal.

‘That’s where the shoe really pinches?’

‘And how!’ he said with feeling.

‘Hence the dog?’

‘Dogs. At least three. I’ve just decided. Dogs have the right idea. They don’t expect anything from you except love and care. They aren’t trying to talk you into a bad investment, or get you drunk, hoping to muddle you into something you’ll regret. They don’t pay you daft compliments in an attempt to seduce you, because you’re rich and they want to get their hands on the goodies. And above all they aren’t trying to badger you into a marriage that would suit them.’

His voice got a little ragged on the last words.

‘Are you really that modest?’ I asked. ‘Or is it false modesty?’

‘What is?’

‘Your assumption that the women who seduce you are only after your money.’

Personally, I could think of a million other good reasons. Well, one anyway.

‘I only said they try to seduce me,’ he pointed out.

‘Of course. And you say, “Get thee behind me, Satan.” ’

‘Never mind that,’ he said hastily. ‘We’ve got distracted. And I’d like to make it clear that when I mentioned money I wasn’t accusing you. If there’s one lady in the world who isn’t trying to fleece me, it’s you.’

‘Well, I don’t have to fleece you, do I?’ I pointed out. ‘You’re spending a fortune on me without giving me the trouble of seducing you—always assuming that I could.’

‘I’m not answering that. You don’t need me to answer that.’

I just smiled.

‘And,’ he pointed out, ‘always assuming that you’d want to.’

‘And I’m not answering that,’ I told him. ‘You think I came down in the last shower?’

‘I guess neither of us did,’ he replied, with meaning.

After that we fell silent for a while, both of us thinking over what we’d just said, what we’d left unsaid, and what we both understood.

‘I’m only saying,’ I resumed at last, ‘that I could be all kinds of gold-digger, just biding my time, waiting to ask for more.’

‘And last night? Covering me with bruises?’

‘I didn’t know who you were.’

‘A true gold-digger would have known who I was. You have no idea about these women, Della. They have filing systems, filled with photographs of men, plus full details of every penny they possess. They know more about my assets than I do. And you’re not like that. I know you.’

‘You don’t know me.’

‘I do.’

‘Don’t.’

‘Do.’

The waiter appeared again and we fell silent, trying not to laugh.

When the soufflé had been served, with a different wine, he returned to the subject.

‘If I assume most women are fortune hunters it’s because those are the kind I tend to meet. Maybe some of them aren’t, but it gets hard to tell the difference. Women have come to feel almost unreal to me. In fact, so do most things.’

I sipped from my glass, and the wine felt like heaven. Seeing the look on my face, he refilled the glass.

‘Of course,’ he added, a tad too casually, ‘there is one thing that could give me cause for suspicion about you, and that’s the fact that you’re so secretive about yourself. Now if you could just come up with a few personal details I could stop worrying…’

‘Too late!’ I told him, laughing. ‘You should have played that card about five minutes ago. You’ve missed the trick now.’

‘I was afraid of that,’ he said. ‘If this were a boardroom I’d have known exactly when to play it. But sitting here with you, like this—I’m confused.’

‘Good,’ I told him. ‘I prefer that.’

‘I’m not going to win a single round with you, am I?’

I shook my head.

‘I know it’s hard to believe—’ he sighed ‘—but when I’m out of the boardroom all my confidence deserts me, and then I need help.’

He gave me a pathetic smile that would have knocked me out if I hadn’t been getting thoroughly suspicious.

I’ll be honest. It knocked me out anyway. This man could get to you even when you knew he was up to every trick.

‘Don’t—you—dare,’ I breathed slowly. ‘Don’t you dare sit there and play for sympathy. Do I look stupid?’

‘You look good enough to eat,’ he said shamelessly.

‘I’m warning you, Jack. Do not ask me to feel sorry for you. And take that penitent look off your face, because that doesn’t fool me either.’

He gave his brilliant grin.

‘It was worth a try,’ he said. ‘But perhaps I should have known better. You see through me. That’s the nicest thing about you.’ He added in a considering tone, ‘Well—almost the nicest.’

He waited for me to pick up on his last words. Our eyes met—his querying, mine telling him he could wait for ever. He backed down first.

‘Touché,’ he said, raising his glass to me.

We understood each other perfectly.

‘Tell me about Bully Jack,’ I said.

He groaned. ‘Not you too. I told you, he’s an invention. He gives my PR department something to do, and that’s about all. OK, a reputation for ruthlessness can sometimes be useful. And Grace fosters it. She has actually given newspaper interviews, painting Bully Jack in lurid colours.’

‘Why does Grace have such a hold over you?’

‘Because she looked after me when our father died. I was fifteen. He did a very unfair thing, leaving me everything and her nothing. I put it right as soon as I could, so justice has been done if we’re only talking about money. But I’ve swallowed up her life, and it’s a bit late for her to reclaim it now.’

‘But you must be in your thirties,’ I protested. ‘So she could have reclaimed her life at least ten years ago.’

‘Well,’ he said vaguely, ‘she felt she should go on looking after me. And of course I’m grateful.’

In my opinion Grace had become domineering and power-hungry, playing on his feelings of guilt. I didn’t think he’d swallowed up her life, but I could see her swallowing his.

I didn’t say so, because I could see that this was something he was unwilling to confront. He had a kind heart, and it undermined his attempts to break free.

Over coffee he became businesslike, outlining the salary he intended to pay me. When I protested that it was too much he said briskly, ‘That’s enough out of you. Drink up. We still have jewellery to buy.’

He considered me like a film director planning a shot.

‘You’re going to be a challenge. The gamine look isn’t easy to adorn. Trying to put a tiara on hair as short as yours can be the very devil. Luckily you have a nice long neck, so we can hang some long earrings on you.’

‘I don’t like long earrings,’ I said defiantly.

‘You’ll do as you’re told,’ he told me, with his nicest grin—i.e. his wickedest. There was no difference.

‘Oh, will I?’

‘Yes, you will. You see, I’m going to be a tyrant—no, don’t giggle. It’s time you found out what a tyrant I am. So if I want you in long diamond earrings, you’ll wear them. The same applies to pearls, emeralds, sapphires, rubies—’

‘Rubies don’t suit me.’

‘Don’t interrupt. Really top class rubies suit everyone. If you think otherwise you’ve been accepting them from the wrong men—cheapskates who didn’t get you the best.’

He left the question hanging in the air. I refused to answer, other than to say, ‘Is that so?’

‘That’s so.’

‘I must send them a memo,’ I said lightly.

‘Do. And while you’re at it tell them that you’re mine now, so they can just stop thinking about you.’

‘I never let any man stop thinking about me,’ I said firmly. ‘After all, why should they?’

‘No reason at all that I can think of,’ he said, in a voice that was suddenly soft and vibrant.

Shivers went through me at that sound. I waited, hoping he would pursue the subject. When he didn’t I tossed an ember on the fire.

‘Anyway, you know nothing at all about my friends or what they think of,’ I said lightly.

His eyes met mine, teasing, challenging.

‘You know as well as I do what every man who sees you thinks of,’ he said with meaning.

That morning in the great bed, his naked body touching mine, responding to me, making me respond to him against my will, the sight of him dashing across the carpet to the bathroom in all his glory. Everything came back to me in a moment, making me warm all over with intense delight.

‘I know what they think of, and I know what I think of,’ I said with a shrug. ‘They’re not necessarily the same thing.’

‘Well, it’s time for you to turn your attention to this afternoon’s purchases,’ he said, using the voice of a man forcing himself back to normal. ‘It’s not just jewellery, but anything else you can think of. What? What is it?’

I’d burst out laughing.

‘You should keep your voice down. Do you realise how many people heard you say that? You know what they’ll think?’

‘They’ll think I’m crazy about you,’ he said, smiling.

‘No, they won’t. They’ll think I’m your tart, your bit on the side, your kept woman.’

‘You sound as though you’d enjoy that.’

‘In reality I probably wouldn’t, but I’ve always had this fantasy of being a world-class courtesan—maybe Madame de Pompadour, or another of those grande horizontales. Great fun. Well, fun for about five minutes. Then desperately boring.’

‘But surely Madame de Pompadour did more than lie around looking good? She had a terrific brain and helped the French king run the country. I see you as being like that.’

‘You’re right. I could never resist the temptation to stick my oar in.’

He grinned. ‘I’ve been warned. Now, let’s go and see if I can distract your attention with a few baubles.’

He took me into a succession of jewellery shops. At his command they laid everything out for my inspection, and I held my breath at the beauty of it all.

He wouldn’t tell me the prices, but I could see they were all fabulous. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces—in all stones, but mostly in diamonds. Until that moment I hadn’t known how madly I loved diamonds.

‘But it’s all too much,’ I protested in an undervoice.

‘Not if you’re going to make the impression I want. They’ll be watching.’

I couldn’t argue with that, so I just had to put up with him showering me with a fortune. It was hard, but I gritted my teeth and did my duty.

‘We’ll be the talk of Monte Carlo after this,’ I said, while the assistants in the last shop were packing things up.

‘Monte Carlo?’ He looked shocked. ‘Europe.’

‘The world,’ I declared triumphantly.

And then I saw it. A tiny diamond brooch in the shape of a penguin. I guessed the price was a fraction of anything else in the shop, but it was charming and exquisite and I fell in love with it.

Jack saw me gazing at it.

‘That?’ he asked.

I nodded, explaining, ‘I’m mad about penguins.’

He wasn’t like other men. He didn’t say something crass like, What about all that pricey stuff I’ve bought you? He understood at once, and pinned the brooch onto me.

‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘It looks perfect on you.’

When it was time to leave Jack was carrying so much valuable jewellery that the shop provided its own armoured car to take us down to the quay. A phone call ensured that the motor boat would be waiting.

There were several faces leaning over the rail when we reached The Hawk. Jenny and Charles were there, frankly agog. Jenny told me later that they’d seen the parcels arrive earlier and everyone had been riveted by the sight. Except for Grace and Selina, who had ostentatiously not been riveted.

‘Can I come and see?’ Jenny asked eagerly.

She came down to the cabin with me, while Jack fled to the sanctuary of the bar with Charles and several of the other men.

‘Good, that’s got rid of them,’ Jenny said gleefully. ‘Now we can have some fun.’

While I was showing her my new clothes she ordered champagne by phone, and we drank it together.

‘I’ve been keeping an eye on Selina for you.’ She chuckled. ‘She’s seen the writing on the wall and she’s mad as fire.’

‘Is she in love with him?’ I asked.

‘No way. He’s just the best catch around. Don’t worry, you’re not breaking her heart. She’ll probably end up marrying Derek, who’s nutty about her, and has almost as big a bank balance as she needs.’

‘Is she really as bad as that?’

‘Worse. She used to date Charles, but his firm had a crash and he lost a lot of money. She dropped him just like that. Luckily I came along and distracted him.’

She gave a smile that told a lot about her marriage. Then abruptly the smiled faded and she yelped, ‘That!’

I’d appeared in a long, black velvet dress, low in the front and even lower at the back.

‘Wear that one,’ she said. ‘It’s sensational. And diamonds. Do you have any?’

‘I don’t think there’s a diamond left in the world.’

We had a great time dressing me to kill, and Jenny’s instinct was spot on. Black velvet and diamonds were a great combination.

‘Can I come in?’ That was Jack, calling from outside the door.

‘Come in,’ I called back.

He walked in and stood stock still, gazing at me in a way that filled me with satisfaction.

‘Will she do?’ Jenny carolled. ‘Will she do or won’t she do?’

‘She’ll do,’ Jack said quietly.

That was all. But I’d seen the way he looked at me, and it said, Tonight.

Jack had come to tell us that he was taking everyone to dinner ashore that evening. It turned out to be a shrewd idea. There were too many of us for one table, so we were split among three, and he managed to keep me away from Selina and Grace. I found myself sitting with Jack on one side and Raymond Keller on the other.

Raymond seemed a nice guy, apart from a tendency to look down my dress, but since it was designed for that I supposed it wasn’t fair to blame him.

Charles and Jenny were facing me, and the others were youngish couples. They weren’t trying to trap Jack for themselves or their daughters, so the atmosphere was pleasant. I began to understand that Jack was a master of tactics.

He played up, slipping his arm around my shoulders whenever he wasn’t eating, clinking wine glasses with me, and sometimes murmuring in my ear.

I could just see Grace and Selina, who kept turning their heads to send forked lightning at me. I reckoned they were calculating every penny of the diamonds’ worth, and if they could have killed me, they would have done.

‘Now you’ve had a chance to relax with some of them,’ Jack said to me in the taxi. ‘But tomorrow you’ll be right in the lions’ den.’

‘Just lead me to it.’

‘You were a knockout tonight. Just keep doing it.’

‘Doing what, precisely?’ I teased.

He drew a ragged breath. ‘Whatever it is you’re doing. And please don’t laugh like that. It makes my life extremely difficult.’

I laughed again. I wanted his life to be difficult.

When we were on board we said goodnight to everyone and went straight to the cabin.

I ran a hot bath and snuggled down blissfully into the suds, thinking of the night to come. I told myself that I couldn’t be sure what was going to happen, but I’d chosen my nightdress very carefully.

Nothing blatant, and not as sexy as Jenny’s, but silky and elegant. And it wasn’t going to hide a lot from a man in the same bed.

During the day we’d talked with a sensual undertone. Whatever the subject, we’d actually been speaking about something else that didn’t need any words.

We’d undressed each other with our eyes and our minds, and that had been very nice. But I knew that I’d really decided Yes! when we’d swapped grandfather stories. That was when my heart had warmed to him as much as my body.

Now I was preparing to make love to a man I’d known barely twenty-four hours—something I’d never done before. And why? Because he loved his grandfather. Put like that, it made no sense. Except to me.

I towelled myself dry and used a few discreet dabs of perfume. Then I slipped on the beautiful pale blue nightdress, and I was all ready. Taking a deep breath, I went back to the bedroom.

There was only one small bedside lamp on. In the shadows I could discern that the other side of the bed, which had been empty when I went into the bathroom, now had a bump. A bump that lay with its back to me, breathing evenly.

Next to it was another bump, the shape of a pillow.

I wanted to scream and shout. I wanted to thump him and say how dared he go to sleep? I wanted to throw every piece of glass across the room until it smashed to fragments.

But I didn’t, of course.

Instead I climbed into my side of the bed, put out the light and lay in the darkness, silently reciting all the rudest words I knew.

Chapter Six

Della’s Story

NEXT day we left Monte Carlo and headed for Sardinia. It was time for me to do my stuff.

I made a grand entrance, sauntering to the smaller of the two swimming pools, where most of the others were stretched out. When their eyes were on me I pulled off a floaty chiffon jacket, leaving nothing but a tiny pink bikini. Then I stretched out and closed my eyes, as if totally unaware of everyone.

‘Well done,’ said Jack, stretching out beside me.

I was lying on my back, my eyes closed. Now I opened them halfway and surveyed him. I managed a smile, but in truth I was furious with him for last night. To compound his crimes he was wearing tiny swimming trunks that cleared up the question of his shape once and for all.

His build was slightly heavy, but he was tall with no fat, and gave an impression of controlled physical power that his elegant suits normally concealed. Seeing him almost naked reminded me of what might have been mine, and hadn’t been, and it didn’t improve my mood.

‘Good morning,’ I murmured. ‘Have we met?’

‘Yes, I’m the fellow who brought your coffee this morning. And I didn’t even get a tip.’

‘I never tip the hired help,’ I murmured languidly.

He laughed, and whispered, ‘That’s great. Play the indifferent card for all it’s worth. Act like I’m dirt beneath your feet.’

If he’d known how much I’d have liked to do just that he wouldn’t have risked saying it.

‘Are they watching us?’ I murmured.

‘And how!’

‘In that case—’

I brushed the backs of my fingers against his face. At once he took my hand, turned it over and kissed the palm. I braced myself against the tremors that went through me, and managed to smile.

‘I’ve brought you some sunscreen,’ he said. ‘You shouldn’t lie out like this with that fair skin.’

He handed me the bottle and I rubbed the lotion in well, until Jack took it and said, ‘Turn over.’

He did my back and my hips, down as far as the bikini bottom. Then I felt him undo the clasp of the bikini top and begin to work cream into my skin there.

‘I had to undo it or you’d have had a mark,’ he explained.

It would have been the easiest thing in the world to let his hand drift down the sides a little. But he didn’t. He simply finished oiling me and fastened the clasp again. It was like being guarded by a Boy Scout.

After a while someone called him from further down the pool and he went to talk to them. I stayed where I was, controlling my feelings with an effort. How I’d have loved to toss him into his own pool and hold him under. But the sun was making me sleepy, so I decided to let him live—for now.

I must have sort of dozed, because the next thing I was aware of was a hand rubbing more lotion into my back.

‘Mmm!’ I said.

‘Like it?’ asked a laughing voice.

That wasn’t Jack. I twisted around and found myself looking at Raymond Keller.

He was a pleasant sight—fortyish, lean and strongly built, with reddish hair. I was still sufficiently irked with Jack to do a little flirting.

‘I’m not quite sure,’ I mused.

‘Well, let me do a little more so that you can decide.’

‘No, I think that’s enough for today,’ I said, sitting up and regarding him.

‘You know,’ he said, ‘I’ve been trying to think where I’ve seen you before.’