WITH A FLEETING glance over her shoulder, Leah hurried down the steps and into the wine bar. It was dark and crowded with lunchtime drinkers. She couldn't see Paul. She wasn't tall enough to see past the clumps of business-suited men standing around. A nervous tremor shot through her as she burrowed through the male clusters. She was so terrified of being seen, recognized. It was a relief to espy Paul's golden head in a far comer.
He stood up as she approached, tall, sophisticated and very attractive, and her heart swelled with pride. You're late.' he complained.
'Sorry. I couldn't get away.' short of breath. Leah dropped down on to a seat and couldn't help spinning another glance around in fearful search of a familiar face.
'Stop that. You're on the wrong side of town to be
Leah bent her silver-blonde head, her face flushed and taut. "That man in the comer is staring at me!'
'Most men stare at beautiful women...and you arc exquisitely beautiful, my love.' Paul murmured in u low, intimate tone, reaching for her slender-boned hand. 'It gives me a real kick watching every male head turn when you walk by.'
'Does it?" still unaccustomed to his compliments. Leah looked up at him with a shy uncertainly that was oddly at variance with her designer suit. Her flawless face between the wings of her sleekly swept up silver-blonde hair was rapt, her sapphire-blue eyes bright as the jewels in her ears.
'Why don't we go back lo my apartment?' Paul ran a finger along her full lower lip and smiled smoothly as her skin heated.
Leah stiffened. 'I can't...not yet; you know how I feel.' she muttered in a stifled voice. Fear sprung up inside her as his handsome face turned hard and cold.
'And you know how I feel Andreakis, bloody frustrated, if you must know!'
Leah went white. 'Paul, please...'
For all I know, you're just playing a little game with me while your husband's out of town.'
Pain and distress filled her eyes. 'I love you...'
Then when are you going to tell him you want a divorce?' Paul demanded.
If possible, Leah went even paler, a hunted look tightening her exquisite features. 'Soon... I just have to pick the right moment.'
'Considering that on average, he only sleeps one night a month under the same roof as you. I could still be sitting here this time next year. Maybe you're in love with the bastard—'
How could I be?' She bent her head, her hands clenching tightly together. 'You know we don't have a normal marriage.'
'And wouldn't the tabloids just love to get a load of that!'
Paul Sniggered.
'I don't think that's funny, Paul.'
'Well, the only thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that I may not be your lover, but he isn't either. And you've got to admit that that's a real mystery. Look at you.' Paul mused. 'The virgin bride live years down the road and yet he's rarely seen in public without some beautiful bimbo clinging to his arm. Maybe he's a closet gay.'
Her sensitive stomach curdled. She must have been mad to tell Paul the truth about her marriage. Not of course, that he would do anything with it. She misled him absolutely but she was aware that she had been dangerously indiscreet in her need to soothe his jealousy of Nik. Nik... The very blood in her veins went cold when she faced up to what she still had ahead of her.
Don't talk about him like that.' she urged tightly you think the table is bugged? You're scared stiff of him, aren't you? I don't think you're ever going to pick up the courage to tell him you want your freedom. I think I'm wasting my time—'
