What the hell do you think Iโm going to do to her?โ Roth had exploded. โTakeher to bed and...?โโIs it really so impossible that you might be tempted to?โ lucas had asked himquietly. โIโm not criticising or condemning, Roth; physically sheโs mature and sheloves youโor believes she doesโโโSheโs got a crush on me that sheโll soon grow out of,โ Roth had interruptedhim grimly. โThatโs what you want me to say, isnโt it? And I should keep myhands off her until she does grow out of it...out of me... But what if I feeldifferently, Lucas? What if I want...?โ He had shaken his head, angry with himselfas well as with lucas. More angry with himself than he was with lucas who heknew was only doing what he saw as his duty by his stepsister.โYouโre right, sheโs a child still, and the sooner she grows up and forgets allabout me the better,โ Roth had told him hardily. โAnd as for taking her to bed,โ hehad thrown at lucas as he turned to leave, โwell, thereโs always a cure for that.โA
WHAT the hell are you doing, Elena? Just what kind of game are you playing now?โ Roth demanded angrily as he removed her hands, releasing her fingers from his shirt where she had unconsciously curled them in her attempt to get him to listen to what she wanted to say, to understand that she was no longer a child, that she was now completely and totally a woman...a woman who loved and wanted him.โRoth, this isnโt a game,โ she protested, her eyes starting to fill with anguished tears as he thrust her away. โI wantโโโOh, I know exactly what you want, Elena,โ he interrupted her savagely. โYou want me to take you to bed. But right now what I feel more like doingโโ He broke off, said something she couldnโt quite catch under his breath and then turned to look at her so that the light fell sharply across his face, outlining the aristocratic arrogance of his profile.โYour stepbrother is one of my closest friends and my employer andโโโThis doesnโt have anything to do with Pennโ Elena protest
"Roth, wh-what is it...whatโs wrong?โ she stammered.โWhatโs wrong? Oh, for Godโs sake...โ she heard him mutter. โThe fact that you even need to ask that kind of question shows,you even need to ask that kind of question shows just how... Youโre a child still, Elena... Six months from now...โShe bit down hard on her bottom lip when she saw the irritation in his eyes as he ran his hand through his thick dark copper hair.โIโm sorry... I should never have done that...โ he told her tersely.Elena felt her eyes fill with vulnerable tears.โYou kissed me,โ she protested shakily. โYou wanted me...โโNo, Elena,โ she heard Roth telling her grittily. โWhat I wanted...โ he told her bluntly, โwas not you, but what you offered. Iโm a man, and when a woman comes on to me, offering me sex...โ He stopped and shook his head. โYouโre a child still, Elena.โโI bet if we were in bed together you wouldnโt be saying that,โ Elena challenged him boldly, adding recklessly, โIโm not a child at all, Roth, and
"The old man had this thing about stately homes, I guess I kinda feel the same.He owned a fair handful of the things himself, so he kinda had a taste for them, if you know what I mean. There was the plantation down in Carolina and then a couple of chรขteaux in France and a palazzo in Venice, so it just kinda happened naturally that he should have this idea of using his millions to preserve and protect big houses, and now the Trust has a whole skew of them all over the world, and more wanting to have the Trust bankroll them every day.โElena, with her own admittedly second-hand experience of her stepbrotherโs problems in running and financing his own large family estate in England, had quite naturally been very interested in what Lloyd had had to say, but it had still surprised her a few days later to receive not just a telephone call from him but the offer of a job as his personal assistant.Elena wasnโt sixteen any longer, nor was she the naive and perhaps over๏ฟพprotected girl she had
โBut Elena, this place is a gem, a perfect example of English neoclassicism,โ she could hear Michael protesting as he studied her stubborn expression. โI promise you, youโll love it. Iโve had Tara book you onto the day after tomorrowโs Concorde flight for London. I thought youโd be pleased. You were only complaining way back in the spring how much you wanted to spend more time with your stepbrother and his wife and their son...โThis house... Did I tell you, by the way, that the guy who inherited it justโThis house... Did I tell you, by the way, that the guy who inherited it just happens to know your stepbrother and thatโs how heโd got to hear about us? It seems that he was telling your stepbrother about the problems he was experiencing, having unexpectedly inherited this place, and Alex suggested that he should get in touch with me... I wasnโt too sure at first. After all, weโve already got that pretty little Georgian place down near Brighton, but, well, I kinda felt I owed it to Lu
โYou donโt approve, do you?โ Michael demanded, shaking his head ruefully.โJust wait until you see it, though, Elena. Youโll love it. Itโs a perfect example of...โโWeโre already very close to the limit of this yearโs budget,โ She warned him sternly, โandโโโSo what? Weโll just have to increase this yearโs funding,โ he told her with typical laid-back geniality.โmichael,โ Elena protested, โyouโre talking about an increase of heaven alone knows how many million dollars... The Trust...โโI am the Trust,โ Michael reminded her gently, and Elena had to acknowledge that he spoke the truth. Even so, she gave him an ironic look to which he responded by informing her loftily, โIโm just doing what I know the old man would have wanted me to do...โโBy buying a decaying neoclassical pile in the middle of Derbyshire?โ She asked him dryly.And she was still shaking her head as he told her winningly, โYouโll love it, Elena..I promise you!โCravenly Elena was tempted to tell him that she was far too
That relief had turned to something very different, though, when he had received a fax from Michael advising him that his assistant, Ms Elena Bennett, would be flying over to Britain to act as his representative over the repair and renovation of the property. He could, of course, have simply chosen to turn his back, walk away, and leave someone else to liaise with Elena, but Roth wasnโt like that. If he had a job to do he preferred to see it through for himself, no matter how unwanted or potentially problematic that task might be.Potentially problematic! A bitter half-smile curled his mouth. There was nothing potential about the problems that Elena was likely to cause him... Nothing potential at all.He had heard scraps of news about her over the years, of course, mainly from lucas and Lia. Elena had completed her degree course and majored summacum laude... She was living in New York and looking for a job... She had got a job... Elena was working in Venice... In Rome... In Prague...
FIVE miles or so before her ultimate destination Elena pulled the car she had hired at the airport over to the side of the road and switched off the engineโnot because she was unsure of where she was going, not even because she wanted to absorb the beauty of the Derbyshire countryside around her, magnificent though it was as it basked warmly in the mid-afternoon sunshine, devoid of any sign of human occupation apart from her own.No, the reason she had stopped was that she had been tellingly aware for the last few miles not just of the slight dampness of her hands on the steering wheel but, even more betrayingly, of the increasing turmoil of her thoughts and the nervous butterflies churning her stomach.When she finally met...confronted...Roth, she wanted to be calm and in control of both herself and the situation. She was not, she reminded herself sternly, meeting him as an idealistic teenager who had fallen so disastrously and desperately in love with him, but as a woman, a woman wh
What the hell do you think Iโm going to do to her?โ Roth had exploded. โTakeher to bed and...?โโIs it really so impossible that you might be tempted to?โ lucas had asked himquietly. โIโm not criticising or condemning, Roth; physically sheโs mature and sheloves youโor believes she doesโโโSheโs got a crush on me that sheโll soon grow out of,โ Roth had interruptedhim grimly. โThatโs what you want me to say, isnโt it? And I should keep myhands off her until she does grow out of it...out of me... But what if I feeldifferently, Lucas? What if I want...?โ He had shaken his head, angry with himselfas well as with lucas. More angry with himself than he was with lucas who heknew was only doing what he saw as his duty by his stepsister.โYouโre right, sheโs a child still, and the sooner she grows up and forgets allabout me the better,โ Roth had told him hardily. โAnd as for taking her to bed,โ hehad thrown at lucas as he turned to leave, โwell, thereโs always a cure for that.โA
It was later that morning that she actually bumped into Wayne, completely bychance. In the two hours since Roth had left she had had more than enough timeto dwell on what had happened and what she had said, and by the time she sawWayne she had convinced herself that it was totally impossible for her ever tosee Roth again...ever to see anyone again who was even remotely connected withhim.โHi there, doll,โ Wayne greeted her with a grin. โLooks like itโs time to saygoodbye. Iโm meeting up with the eco-warriors this afternoon.โSwiftly Elena made up her mind, seizing on the opportunity to make herescape, not just from Roth but from everything that was associated with himโherlove, her shame, and her fear that he would somehow guess that she had lied tohim.โIโm coming with you,โ she told Wayne determinedly, adding before he couldargue, โMy stepbrother has sent me some money so I can afford to supportmyself.โโHow much has he sent you?โ Wayne questioned her interestedly.
What is it? Whatโs wrong?โ she demanded, not understanding. โLast nightโโโLast night was a mistake,โ Roth interrupted her curtly. โIt should never have happened and I wish to God... Why didnโt you tell me you were still a virgin?โโI... I...โ Elena could feel her eyes starting to fill with tears.This wasnโt how it should beโRoth aloof, cold and distant, almost accusing.โRoth, I love you,โ she told him shakily. โI want us to be together...married...โโMarried? Youโre a child still, Elena... Your mother...โโIโm not a child, Iโm nearly twenty,โ she protested frantically.โYouโre a child,โ Roth insisted, โand if Iโd known... Why didnโt you tell me?Why did you let me think that you and Wayne were lovers?โโI did tell you but you wouldnโt listen. I thought youโd be pleased...that youโdwant to be the first...the only one...โ she told him pathetically.โPleased? Oh, my God.โ Roth started to laugh, a harshly bitter laugh. โThe onlything that could make this appalling situation
And then, without waiting for his response, she turned her back on him andwalked very slowly and very deliberately to her bedroom door.Once there she turned round and looked at him gravely.He was still standing where she had left him, his face unfamiliarly pale, hiseyes blazing with...Quickly she looked away and then, before her courage could desert her, shetugged open the buttons of her borrowed shirt and shrugged it off.Standing still and naked in full view of Roth whilst he watched her in silencewas probably the hardest thing she had ever had to do, she acknowledged, but,somehow, doing it made her feel strong and brave and very, very womanly.There was an odd glittering brilliance in Roth's eyes, and her stomach musclestensed as she saw the way his jaw tightened as he looked away from her.โRoth....โ she commanded softly.โElena for Godโs sake...โIgnoring the tough grimness in his voice, she turned her back and walked fullyinto her small bedroom. Seconds later h
Elena blanched. Lucas had obviously told him about that; she wished that hehadnโt.โI... Heโll pay me back.โ She defended both Wayneโs request and her ownacceptance of it.โThings have certainly changed since my time at university,โ Roth told hercynically. โThen it was the man who did the chasing, the pursuing, not thewoman who had to secure the manโs attentions by offering him money.โElena stared at him, unable to keep either her shock or the pain his words hadcaused her from showing in her eyes.โIt isnโt like that... I havenโt been pursuing Wayne. I donโt...โShe stopped abruptly and looked away from him. How could she tell Roth ofall men...people...that she didnโt run after his sex, when he had good reason tobelieve otherwise after the ways she had so blatantly revealed her feelings forhim? Now he was looking at her in that horribly cynical way, his mouth twistingin mocking contempt.โlucas asked me to come,โ he told her as she remained silent. โHeโs had to goawa
monthly allowance. She had felt uncomfortable about doing so, but after a small pause,when she had stammeringly explained that she had loaned some money to afriend, he had said quietly that she could leave the matter with him.Naively she had assumed that that meant that he would send her a cheque, andsuddenly sheโd had more important things to worry about than money. David,her friend, was dead. He had collapsed at a rave party and been rushed intohospital, but it had been too late to save him.His family had taken him home to bury him and they had also made it plainthat they did not want any of his university friends to attend his funeral.โThey blame us for what happened to him,โ one of his other friends told Elenaangrily. โTheyโre the ones who are at fault. He never wanted to come here...โElena was too upset to make any comment when Wayne asked for anotherloan, and he was moody and sharp-tempered with her, mocking her upbringingand taunting her with her naivetรฉ and i
She had been young and naive but not so young nor so naive as not to be ableto guess where the tiny pretty lacy briefs Roth had given her might have comefrom, and the knowledge that they must have belonged to another woman hadcast a shadow not just over the whole day, but over everything.She had once heard lucas joking with Roth about his taste for older women.โIโm not in the market for commitment or marriage,โ Roth had returned. โButIโm not about to turn myself into a monk either,โ he had admitted frankly.Neither of them had known that she was listening as she hesitated outside Luca's library door on her way past.โSo a woman who knows what lifeโs all about, whoโs been married anddecided that it isnโt for her, suits me fine.โShe hadnโt been able to hide her massive crush on Ran before sheโd left foruniversity, in fact had openly offered her love to him, but he had determinedlypushed it awayโjust as he had also determinedly pushed her away.She had noticed it again at L
When her mother had first married Lucas father and they had gone to live inhis ancestral home, she had been overwhelmed at first by the darkness of thehuge house. It had been Roth who had guessed her fears and apprehensions afterhe had found her sleepwalking that night. Roth who had been staying at the houseinstead of his cottage one weekend, โbabysittingโ her in the absence of hermother, and who had taken her, not back to bed, but to his own room where hehad made her a hot drink and talked to her, showing her the telescope he used towatch the night sky.The binoculars beside it he had used for another, more mundane purpose. Asthe estate manager one of his jobs had been to keep a sharp look-out forpoachers. The night had no fears for Roth, and through him she too had learned toappreciate its special beauties. It had been Roth who had taken her to watch thebadger cubs at play, earning her motherโs anger. Elena quickly stopped that lineof thought. Since she couldnโt sleep
Let go of you...? Do you realise what youโre saying, what youโre accusingme of doing? Youโre not a teenager any more, Elena, and if this is some kind ofpetty attempt toโโโNo, Iโm not.โ Elena interrupted him furiously. โIโm the Trustโs representativehere at Haverton and as such itโs my job to protect the Trustโs interests and itsinvestments... If I think that someone, anyone, is trying to cheat the Trust ormisuse its funds, then itโs my job toโโโYour job...?โ Roth laughed savagely. โYou sound very high-minded forsomeone whoโs slept her way into her โjobโ via her bossโs bed.โThere was a secondโs pause and then a white heat, a zigzag of pure fury andfrustrated womanly pride, hit Elena like a bolt of lightning. Immediately shereacted in the only way her outraged female instincts knew, lifting her hand andslapping Roth's face in furious rejection of his insult.Elena didnโt know which of them was the more shockedโshe who haddelivered the blow or Roth who had received it.