Betrayal Read Online Free PDF Page A

older than her years. A trick of the light made it appear that she was assessing him, although being relatively reasonable and totally sober he realised this couldn't possibly be true. Just the same it was disconcerting. 'Do you want a drink?' he repeated.
    'A dry white wine would be nice.'
    'Sorry, I've only got a rather vile red. How about whisky?' 'Vermouth?'
    'Not in fashion at the moment.' 'Campari?'
    He was getting annoyed. 'It's whisky, gin, vodka or beer, O.K?' 'Vodka and tonic with lots of ice…unless that's out of fashion too!' Her laugh was strained, betraying her tension.
    'I think I can manage that,' he muttered, hoping that the ice box at the top of his fridge hadn't frozen solid. Fate was kind, and within five minutes Lisa was sitting next to him on the two-seater settee, drinking her vodka and fiddling with the clasp of her leather shoulder bag.
    Toby put down his drink, removed the bag from her lap and put an arm round her shoulders. 'Any trouble getting out tonight?'
    'No.'
    He glanced at her empty glass. 'That was quick! Want another?' Needing a little Dutch courage before actually going into the bedroom, she held out her glass. 'It hasn't got much taste.'
    Toby laughed. 'True, but it's got a good kick in it. Tell me, why stay on at finishing school if you don't like it? Wouldn't you be happier doing all the usual things rich girls do? Lunching at fashionable restaurants with your friends, going to the theatre in the evening, doing the occasional charity fashion show!'
    She shook her head, and immediately wished she hadn't as the room tilted alarmingly. 'No thanks, I want… '
    'What?'
    She sighed. 'I wish I knew. To be free of everything, I suppose.' 'You are free. This is as free as you get. Believe me, I know.' There was a touch of bitterness in his voice. 'Make the most of it. Life can be a bitch later on.'
    She turned an inquiring face towards him, and he promptly forgot exactly what a bitch it was turning out to be for him and drew her closer, lowering his mouth to cover hers and delighted to find her tongue quickly slide inside his mouth, flickering lightly round his teeth and the inside of his lips.
    After a few minutes he took her by the hand and they walked to the bedroom. Lisa felt that it would have been more romantic if he'd carried her, but although built like an athlete, Toby was so heavily insured against injury he scarcely dared lift anything heavier than his head in the ordinary way of things. There were some very strict penalty clauses in his contract should he become injured through his own stupidity. He often wondered what the television company would say if they knew the truth about his private life.
    Once in the bedroom, Lisa had difficulty in breathing. She stood perfectly still and waited to see what was expected of her. Sabrina had never mentioned before or after, only during.
    'Take your clothes off,' whispered Toby. 'Take them off slowly while I watch.'
    It was amazing how she seemed to have acquired extra thumbs all of a sudden. She fumbled with her stockings, couldn't reach the zip at the back of the dress and tried to pull a full length slip down over her hips without first slipping off the shoulder straps. All the time, Toby stood there watching her while his dark blue eyes sparkled with desire, and something that she wasn't sophisticated enough to recognise as triumph.
    She was beautiful, he realised as she worked her way through her clothes. Beautiful in the way that a highly tuned racehorse is beautiful. She had marvellous bones, long elegant legs, a completely flat stomach and a face that was a devastating combination of complete naivety and inborn knowledge, as though she'd never been young. There was so much that he could teach her. So many things that he could do. It was almost more intoxicating than whisky. She might even be able to help him forget…
    Finally naked, Lisa stood by the bed. She was trembling slightly from head to toe, and when Toby reached out and ran