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middle of the afternoon?’ she suggested brightly. ‘Surely it would be much easier to have me—on tap, so to speak?’

      His eyes narrowed at her unfortunate phrase, and she flushed scarlet to the roots of her hair.

      ‘If they want anything between meals I can fix it. Or they can. I don’t want you to be at my beck and call all day—that isn’t the way I operate. You’re employed to provide breakfast, lunch and dinner. And sometimes tea mid-afternoon. And if that sounds like slave-labour, then remember—the nature of my job means I may have to go off for two or three days at a time, and you’ll be completely free when I do.’

      What alternative did she have other than to smile politely? ‘That sounds very reasonable,’ she said. Too reasonable. She’d have preferred a touch of the tyrant—tyrants were easier to dislike than reasonable men.

      ‘It’s now almost one,’ he continued in that deep, drawling voice. ‘Don’t bother with lunch today. If you’d like to get yourself unpacked, I’ll send Simon over in about an hour—he’ll show you over the main house. You remember Simon?’ he prompted, with an indefinable gleam lighting his grey eyes.

      Yes, she remembered the tall, brown-haired secretary with whom she’d shared a short and somewhat awkward meal after her bizarre ‘interview’—when he had steadfastly and neatly fielded any questions which might have given her a little more insight into the character of Darius Speed. Had he told his boss that she had seemed unusually interested in him? she wondered briefly, before discounting the thought. He probably hadn’t thought to mention it—for wouldn’t any prospective employee show a healthy interest in the man she would be working for, especially a man with the formidable reputation of Darius?

      ‘Thanks,’ she said, giving him what she hoped was another polite smile.

      He nodded his dark head. ‘I’ll leave you to settle in. You have your own kitchen, which is fully stocked with everything I thought you’d need. Anything else, order it up through Simon. There’s a swimming-pool in the grounds—please feel free to use it.’ He began to turn away.

      ‘And—when would you like me to start work?’ she ventured.

      He frowned distractedly, as if she had intruded on his thoughts. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he paused. ‘Let me see— I’m working on a script all day and I’m out to the theatre tonight. I’d like some sandwiches and tea at five-thirty, and supper for four after the show—just something cold which you can leave out. Nothing too fancy. Use what’s available for tonight—you can shop tomorrow. And now,’ he added, ‘I’d better shower— I’m expecting a transatlantic call very shortly.’

      She had a sudden, brief image of him showering. With Julia? Would the pretty brunette soon be slowly and sensuously rubbing lather all over that magnificent body of his ... ?

      Kitty came back to the present to realise that she was studying the bronzed shafts of his muscular legs rather too closely, and she couldn’t miss the tiny flash of discernment which briefly flared in the silver eyes as he acknowledged her scrutiny. A small smile played at the corners of his lips.

      ‘Well, I think that’s all. I’ll see you at dinner— Kitty.’ And he walked off back down the path the way they’d come, his tennis clothes dazzlingly and starkly white against the deep, rich colours of the flowers.

      Oh, lord, thought Kitty, her eyes following him with reluctant fascination. How on earth can I work for him and how can I steal from him if I’m going to start conjuring up disturbingly erotic fantasies about him on day one?

CHAPTER THREE

      KITTY’S hands were trembling as she pushed open the door and walked into the annexe, but her surroundings quickly lulled her into a calmer state, for it was impossible not to appreciate the comfort of the accommodation Darius had provided.

      The sitting-room was deceptively large—but then she decided that perhaps the simplicity of the furnishings added to the illusion of space. The floors were of some pale wood which shone with the gleam of regular polishing. Several rugs were scattered here and there, woven with images which resembled some of the aboriginal paintings she had spotted in various Perth shops.

      On the white walls were several large paintings depicting the Australian outback, whose vibrant colours dominated the room. They were all so exquisitely executed that she stood for a moment before one, completely lost in it. She saw the vivid cobalt-blue of a cloudless sky, contrasting with the deep dry red of the terrain, out of whose dust spiky, unfamiliar plants grew. She could imagine the harshness of that bleak and beautiful landscape. A different Australia, she thought as she gazed at it with rapt attention—and a world away from the sophisticated city she had seen so far.

      Shaking herself out of her reverie, she explored the rest of the cottage. There was a bathroom with both bath and shower, a state-of-the-art kitchen, and a bedroom with a double bed in it ... For one wild, unstoppable moment she imagined Darius Speed lying darkly naked against the stark white sheets. She wondered fleetingly if he made love as beautifully as he made films ...

      Oh, for goodness’ sake! She was becoming obsessed with thinking about sex—she, with the sexual experience of a gnat!

      What was important was that she was here, ready to put her plan into action and to do a big favour for Caro.

      Kitty owed a lot to Caro. The rather eccentric sixty-five-year-old had rescued her from the deadly-dull highway snack-bar where Kitty had been working ever since she’d arrived in Western Australia on a working holiday, feeling utterly miserable and determined to forget all about Hugo. Caro had employed her as a temp in her own employment agency, Caro’s Kitchen Cookies. Caro was friendly and clucky and Kitty adored her—and if the jobs she’d been sent on weren’t up to much, well, at least they’d been thankfully brief and a whole lot better than the highway snack-bar. Kitty had shied away from permanent work, thinking that it might be too restrictive, but soon she’d begun to hanker after something which would allow her to use her culinary skills, instead of zooming round carrying a tray all day.

      Then one day Caro had announced that she had the perfect permanent job—‘but I can’t possibly send you on it.’

      ‘Why not?’ Kitty had wanted to know.

      ‘Because it’s working for Darius Speed—the cheating swine!’

      That’s when the whole story had come out about Darius Speed stealing Caro’s film-script.

      ‘I sent it to him in good faith!’ she’d quavered. ‘It was brilliant—and now I hear he’s making it into a film, with not a cent to me, or even a mention!’

      Kitty had begged to go on the interview. ‘I’m going to get your script back for you, Caro,’ she’d said coolly.

      ‘Could you really?’ Caro’s hands had fluttered as she’d waved her cheroot in the air. ‘But you will be careful, won’t you?’ she’d twittered. ‘He can be very devious, you know.’

      ‘Well, I can be devious too,’ muttered Kitty aloud as she began to undo the zip of her suitcase. ‘Taking advantage of an old lady, indeed!’

      She quickly hung her clothes up and filled the drawers with underwear, swimsuits and T-shirts, and checked her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing cobalt-blue leggings and a short-sleeved silk shirt of exactly the same colour. A casual outfit, and one which was entirely suitable for cooking, particularly when protected by one of the deep blue cotton smocks she usually wore for working.

      She unpacked her various lotions and potions in the bathroom, before glancing at her watch. It would, in normal circumstances, she thought rather wistfully, be absolutely wonderful to have a swim in the pool he’d mentioned. But these were not normal circumstances, and it was important that she didn’t lose sight of that for a moment. Important that she stayed on her guard where Darius Speed was concerned ...

      She

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