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old woman. She has been barking for years. I should think it is a cast-iron certainty that she is being unwise.’

      Pauli did not bother to deny it. ‘But you’re fond of her,’ he pointed out. ‘You wouldn’t want anyone to take advantage of her.’

      Their eyes met in total mutual comprehension. Nikolai curbed his frustration.

      ‘You should have been in public relations,’ he said at last bitterly. ‘Or politics. All right, Pauli. I’ll go to London and check on Tatiana. What’s the story?’

      Lisa did not see much of Tatiana over the next few weeks. She was busy all day; and in the evenings, proving to herself as much as her old friends that she had not left them behind with her move, she went out clubbing.

      Which was why, when the doorbell rang at ten o’clock on a Sunday morning, Lisa was still in bed.

      ‘No,’ she groaned. She pulled the pillow over her head, blocking both ears. ‘Go away.’

      But it rang again, insistently. Lisa gave up. Blearily she swung her legs out of bed and felt for a robe. Failing to find one, she pulled last night’s coat round her instead.

      As the bell rang for the third time she trod heavily up the stairs, muttering.

      ‘What is it? Don’t you know it’s Sunday?’ she growled as she flung the door open.

      Nikolai Ivanov blinked. There was not much that shook him. He had a cool and generally well-justified confidence that there was nothing he had not seen before. But Lisa was a new phenomenon, even to a man of his experience.

      He took an involuntary step backwards, his eyes widening in stunned silence. He would have said that he had seen all the weirder life forms, but he had never before encountered Lisa Romaine after a heavy night’s clubbing. Getting back at five in the morning she had, quite literally, taken off her clothes and tumbled into bed. As a result her hair was still full of last night’s rainbow colours, though some of the spikes had been flattened in sleep. She was also sporting panda shadows round her eyes from unstable mascara. To say nothing of her pugnacious expression.

      Nikolai stared in appalled fascination. And found he could think of nothing to say.

      ‘Well?’ demanded Lisa.

      The man on the doorstop was so tall it hurt her neck to look up at him. Squinting into the morning sun, Lisa made out high, haughty cheekbones and deep brown eyes under lazy lids. It was an arrogant face. And spectacularly handsome.

      ‘What do you want?’ she said, thoroughly put out.

      Lisa did not like handsome men. She had learned the hard way that they tended to be more in love with themselves than any woman who happened to cross their path. It had soured her.

      The handsome stranger scrutinised her for several unnerving seconds. It did nothing to mollify her.

      ‘Who are you?’ he demanded.

      Lisa gave him an evil look.

      ‘I’m the householder. I was fast asleep.’

      He looked taken aback. Then, as if in spite of himself, he looked her up and down in one comprehensive survey. His mouth twitched.

      ‘Now why doesn’t that surprise me?’ he murmured.

      Lisa did not like being laughed at. She ran her hand through the residual spikes and glared.

      ‘Either tell me what you want or go away.’

      ‘Well, I did want to see the householder,’ Nikolai admitted.

      He should, of course, have demanded Tatiana immediately. But now the shock had worn off he found he was intrigued by this apparition. In her bare feet she came no higher than his chest. Yet she seemed quite unconscious of being at any sort of disadvantage. She might be half asleep, but she was still definitely punching her weight, he thought. He admired that.

      Lisa folded her arms with exaggerated patience. It was a mistake because it made her coat gape. That revealed, if Nikolai had not already guessed it, that she was wearing nothing underneath.

      He did not pretend that he hadn’t noticed. His eyes widened and he stared openly. And if he did not actually laugh aloud, he did not try to disguise his amusement.

      What he did disguise—at least Nikolai hoped so—was his sudden rush of pleasure at the sight. It was unexpected, unwelcome and deeply primitive. That intrigued him, too. He was in no rush to demand Tatiana until he had explored this feeling further.

      Lisa seemed oblivious. ‘You want to see me? You’re seeing me,’ she pointed out. ‘So—?’

      Nikolai let his eyes drift down. ‘I am indeed,’ he agreed, in suave appreciation.

      Lisa was used to being teased. You did not survive in the dealing room if you let it bother you. Normally she ignored it. Now, after a quick look down, she clutched the coat together more securely over her breasts.

      ‘What do you want?’ she yelled, losing patience.

      ‘I want to see the lady who owns this place,’ he said more sharply.

      Now that he’d had time to reflect on more than that distracting cleavage, Nikolai’s amusement was abating abruptly. Where was Tatiana? Why did this gamine not mention her? Could it be that Pauli was right and his aunt had gone mad and signed over her home to some unknown waif off the street? Nikolai had been certain his grandfather was panicking unnecessarily. Now, for the first time, he wasn’t sure.

      Lisa saw the suspicion darken his eyes. It made him look like a tiger, watchful and dangerous. It contrasted oddly with his beautifully cut City suit. Somehow it just made him seem all the more powerful. And who the hell wore suits on a Sunday, anyway?

      Then she remembered: Rob had warned her that Sam would make sure the bank checked up on the suitability of her new address. Surely he had just been winding her up? Surely it couldn’t be true? But, with his suit and tie on a Sunday morning, what else did this man resemble but a banker at work? In fact, now she looked, she saw he even had a briefcase.

      She said defiantly, ‘I live here. Lisa Romaine, as it no doubt says in your dossier. Do you want a signature, or will you now go away and leave me in peace?’

      The tiger’s eyes narrowed to slits.

      ‘And what has happened to Madame Lepatkina?’

      Whatever Lisa had expected it was not that. In the act of closing the door, she hesitated.

      ‘Tatiana?’ she said, bewildered. How did her employers know about Tatiana?

      ‘Well, at least you admit she exists,’ the man said grimly.

      He shouldered his way past her into the hall and shut the door behind him. In the narrow hall he seemed even taller. She wished she were wearing heels. Or shoes. Or anything. She huddled the coat round her.

      Nikolai saw her sudden uncertainty and pressed home his advantage.

      ‘Now, let’s start again. Where is Tatiana?’

      Lisa shrugged. Then remembered and grabbed the coat tight again.

      ‘I haven’t a clue. Why didn’t you try knocking?’

      He was disconcerted. ‘There is only one bell,’ he said, after a tiny pause.

      ‘I know,’ she said nastily. ‘Mine. If you want to talk to Tatiana you use the knocker. Big black thing? Gargoyle’s face? You can’t miss it.’

      She made to open the door on him again, but one look at him barring the way changed her mind. In spite of the suit he gave the impression of being solidly muscled. She frowned, swung round and thumped on Tatiana’s door. There was no answer.

      Lisa looked at her big Mickey Mouse watch. ‘I suppose she might have gone shopping,’ she said uncertainly.

      ‘On a Sunday?’

      She

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