fingers flying over the keyboard and through the encryptions, hesitating for a moment before downloading everything she could find. Cleaning her usage she closed it down. Moments later Mirage was moving down the hallway to where she’d entered. Clambering out the window over the terrace sliding down the rope, detaching the cable recoiling it, she placed it back into her shoe. Replacing her shoes, she wandered around to the terrace, leaning over it looking down on the city lights. Mirage had forgotten how high up Carrington House was. A hand on her waist made her jump, looking over her shoulder into Malachy blue eyes, her heart skipped a beat, ‘shit’ she thought, how could she handle this.
“I was wondering where you were Mirage,” he questioned quietly.
“I smelt the roses, they’re so beautiful Mal, so I decided to come out and get some fresh air.” She smiled dreamily. “Has the auction started?”
“It will in a few minutes.” Mal turned her towards him, “You’re a beautiful woman Mirage, for some reason you’re the second woman to make me feel, taking her hand he kissed it. “Let’s go back our dinner’s getting cold.” Placing her hand on his arm, they walked back to the dining room chatting quietly.
On stage, Blaze was just handing over the microphone to the auctioneer he watched Malachy and his date crossing the room to their seats wondering where they’d been.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, get your wallets out, let the bidding begin.”
The auction lasted over an hour. It felt like it dragged on for hours; Mirage was glad there was food to eat even if it was nearly cold. Chatting amiably with the elderly lady on her left, she was pleased as punch Malachy was on her right.
The auction over; the dinner finished. The guests were asked to proceed to the ballroom where a small band would be playing. Finding seats in a secluded spot Malachy and Mirage relaxed, watching everyone around them.
“How much longer do we need to stay Malachy, I’d much prefer a nightclub unless they play some decent music.”
“I was starting to think you liked classic music like Anastasia, why did you come?”
“Ana wanted me too, apparently she’s been before and wanted to know what was different this year,” she sighed.
A shadow fell over them. Looking up, they encountered Blaze standing smiling in front of them. Mirage’s stomach tied itself up in knots for a moment. Remembering to play her part she put her head on one side. “Malachy,” said Mirage in a sultry voice, “please introduce me to this most handsome man.”
Malachy stood with a grimace, assisting Mirage to her feet. “Mirage may I introduce you to Blaze Carrington brother of Magdalena. Blaze, please meet Mirage.”
“It’s good you could come tonight Malachy. It’s been a while since I last saw you.” Blaze said charmingly without his smile reaching his eyes. “Mirage welcome, it’s lovely to find such beauty at my party,” he took her hand kissing it.
“Please don’t make me swoon at your feet with all your charm Mr Carrington.”
“Please, Blaze will do.” He smiled. “May I have this dance Mirage, that’s all right with you Malachy,” he said looking over at him.
“If it’s Mirage’s wish,” Malachy replied.
“Why not Blaze. I admit I’m not much of a dancer.”
“I’m sure we’ll do. I’ll have her back to you soon.” Blaze turned escorting Mirage to the dance floor.
With a pained smile, Malachy sat down, wishing dear old Blaze was not quite so charming to the women.
“So Mirage, I can’t say I’ve seen you before, you’d be hard to miss one would think.”
“I don’t come to New York very often enough. I also don’t usually move in such exalted surroundings,” she smiled.
“Is that so, well, I must admit you’re certainly different, I enjoy different, especially the tattoo on your back.”
“I like to be different Blaze; it’s way