whole stupid pretence sky high.
'I'm sure he does more than that.' His eyes seemed to linger on her mouth, on the deep vee where the lapels of the dressing gown crossed. 'Even with your hair in rats' tails, you're quite something.'
Lisa felt herself shrink inwardly, but there must have been some physical movement as well, because he threw up a hand. 'Don't be alarmed. I said I wanted nothing from you, and I meant it. All I need is your co-operation for a few weeks.' He paused, then added cynically, 'And you won't be out of pocket over it. I'll make it worth your while.'
She said between her teeth, 'How readily you reduce everything to cash terms. You know what you can do with your bloody money!'
'Spare me the righteous wrath,' he drawled. 'I know quite well Chas has been paying out handsomely for the honour of -keeping you in the manner to which you've become accustomed. I can't stop him, of course, but perhaps you should remember that there'll come a time when the gravy train will stop permanently.'
And on that day, Lisa thought savagely, it would give her immense satisfaction to return every unspent penny.
She said with assumed lightness, 'You disappoint me. There was I thinking I was set up for life. I shall have to take care I don't lose my looks.'
'I should just take care generally,' he said gently. He put down the pottery mug and stood up. 'Thank you for the coffee. I'm driving back to Yorkshire tomorrow. I'll pick you up around midday.'
'Thanks, but no, thanks,' she said. 'I have arrangements to make, and there are trains.'
'So there are,' he agreed. 'But Chas at least would think it strange that we didn't travel together. I don't deny your attractions, but I'm sure there are other models in London.'
'Plenty,' she said flatly.
'Then let's have no more excuses about arrangements.' He gave her a long dispassionate look. 'Play this my way, Lisa, and I'll see to it that you aren't bothered in future. You can come back here after the wedding and live whatever kind of life takes your fancy. I'll see you tomorrow, and don't keep me waiting.'
He didn't seem to expect her to show him out, and she was glad of that because she didn't think her shaking legs would support her. She remained on the sofa staring at the door which had just closed behind him and trying to make sense of the last teeming half hour.
In a moment, she told herself, she would wake up and find she'd been having a bad dream. Whenever there had been nightmares, it had always seemed as if Dane was part of them hovering there somewhere on the fringe of her subconscious.
She hoped very much she would wake up soon. She moved restively and her hand caught her undrunk mug of coffee and spilled it across the hearthrug, and she stared for a moment down at the resultant mess, forcing herself to face reality.
Somehow, without knowing quite how it had happened, she was going back to Stoniscliffe to help with Julie's wedding. She sank her teeth into her lower lip. It was no wonder Dane was such a success,in business. No object remained immovable for long under the pressure of his irresistible force. She loathed him!
She cleaned up the spilled coffee while her mind ran round and round like a small animal trapped on a wheel. She could always vanish, she supposed. She had done it once two years ago, and she could do it again. But to do so would be to hurt Julie who didn't deserve it, and more importantly, it would grieve Chas.
Lisa caught her breath at the thought of him in a wheelchair. He had always been such a strong, positive man. This new weakness would irk him terribly, she knew, and found herself wondering exactly when it had happened.
At the same time, she told herself fiercely that she wasn't to feel guilty. If her disappearance from Stoniscliffe had had even a remote connection with Chas's stroke, then Dane would have mentioned it. A mirthless smile curved her mouth. Boy, would he have mentioned it! So she wasn't to blame herself, although she knew