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I want you to come and live with me.
Alethea stared at him. Youre not serious? she managed.
Dont you know that youre a very desirable woman? he asked.
She swallowed. You meanerlive with you, witherbed, and everything?
Trent eyed her steadily. Everything, he confirmed.
But I dont want to go to bed with you! she cried in panic.
You dont have to. Her heart leapt in relief, until he added two ghastly words: Straight away.
Jessica Steele lives in a friendly English village with her husband, Peter, and a boisterous, manic but adorable bull terrier dog called Florence. It was Peter who first prompted Jessica to try writing and, after the first rejection, encouraged her to keep on trying. Luckitywith the exception of Uruguayshe has so far managed to research inside all the countries in which she has set her books. Her thanks go to Peter for his help and encouragement.
The Trouble With Trent!
Jessica Steele
www.millsandboon.co.uk
CHAPTER ONE
ALETHEA was in her bedroom, unsure that she wanted to go to the party. She was not a party animal. A shrill, high-pitched scream rent the airshe changed her mind. Perhaps a party would be preferable to staying home and listening to her nieces temper tantrums. It had all been so peacefulonce!
Up until a month ago life had meandered along at a fairly routine pace. Then, without so much as a warning phone call, her sister Maxine had left her husband.
Alethea had been twelve years old when her sister, her senior by six years, had married Keith Lawrence. It wont last! her mother had proclaimed, not at all in favour of the match. But it hadfor ten years.
Then Maxine was back home, and her mother was triumphant. After the children had been tucked up into hurriedly made beds, Maxine had revealed how her husband had confessed that he had been stealing from the firm he worked for.
Im not a bit surprised! her mother had stated bluntly. I always knew he was shiftless! That hes a crook as well is all part and parcel of the man!
At which Maxine had started crying, and then her two-year-old, Polly, who should have been fast asleep, started screaming. Before they knew it, seven-year-old Sadie and five-year-old Georgia were out of bed and coming downstairs, in tears, crying that they wanted to go home.
Your home is here with Nanna now, darlings. Their grandmother poured oil on troubled waters, and it took all of an hour to get the children settled again.
I dont know what Im going to do, Maxine fretted when the three of them were in the drawing room again. Keiths hoping to pay the money back before the theft is discovered. Hes putting the house up for sale and...
Hes selling the house! Eleanor Pemberton exclaimed. Hes stolen as much as that?
We dont own the house yet. Theres a heavy mortgage on it. But there should still be enough in the difference to repay what he took.
Why did he take the money in the first place? He knew it wasnt his to take. He was in a trusted position at SEC. He...
It then transpired that Keith selling their home to discharge his criminal activity was not the sole reason for Maxine leaving him.
Hes having an affair...
Typical! And you the mother of his three children! Mrs Pemberton steamrollered in before Maxine could finish. Men! she scornedand went off on her favourite theme of males, their fickleness and how there was not one to be trusted.
Aletheas father had left home when she was ten to go and live with someone else. Alethea had grown up having the evils of men being drummed into her daily.
Its not the first time, Maxine went on. She had a right, Alethea supposed, to sound as bitter as her mother.
Are you listening to this, Alethea? Eleanor Pemberton demanded.
Every word, Alethea replied quietly. Her mothers warning about men was there in every look and every sentence. Which is why I decided on a career.
Later that night, the house was, for the moment, silent, and Alethea had space to consider how best she might help her sister. Maxine was a lovely person and it just wasnt right that any man should use her so.
But sympathy on its own would not be much help. It was fortunate that the house had four bedrooms so, with two-year-old Polly sleeping in Maxines room, and Sadie and Georgiaprotesting loudlysharing another, they were still fairly comfortable.
Alethea was up early the next morning. They lived on the outskirts of London and it was an hours drive to her office. As usual she took her mother a cup of tea before she left. She contemplated taking Maxine one too. But remembering toddler Pollys screams of the night beforethe tot seemed incapable of doing anything at low decibelsshe thought that, on balance, Maxine might prefer her not to enter her room and so disturb the sleeping child.
Is there anything you need? she had asked her mother.
I expect Maxine and I will take the girls out for an airing. Well get anything we need then, her mother replied. Then her disapproval of men surfaced again. I would hope Maxines learned her lesson after this. My g
Alethea could see that her mother was coiling herself up, ready to give forth on the iniquities of the male species. I shall have to gowere very busy at the office just now.
They had been too. Alethea worked for Gale Drilling International, a huge company. And, at twenty-two, after two years training and two years as a secretary, she had recently been promoted to Assistant to Hector Chapmans PA, Carol Robinson.
Hector Chapman, for all he was in charge of the whole concern, had a human side to him and was a pleasure to work for. He and Ursula, his wife, were celebrating their silver wedding anniversary in a months time.
Alethea and Carol, as well as sending out invitations to the dance and buffet, to which they were also invited, were busy in the background dealing with the hotel where the event was to be held, making bookings for long-lost aunts and uncles and dealing with florists. In addition to their other work, they were making sure that nothing could go wrong.
Alethea went home after another exhausting but stimulating day to find that the house, which last night she had considered fairly comfortable for the six of them, had undergone something of a change. Maxines furniture had arrived.
You dont mind, do you? Maxine asked anxiously as she followed Alethea into her bedroom.
Alethea stared at her once roomy bedroom, which now housed an extra wardrobe, a couple of easy chairs and a sofa. Sympathy, she recalled thinking less than twenty-four hours ago, would not be of much help.
Of course I dont, she answered stoutly. Imerjust a bit surprised. I had an idea furniture removers took an age to organise.
You know Mother. She hired a van, and got the chap who comes to do the garden to bring his pal and do some heavy carrying. Sadie droned on endlessly at breakfast about having to share a bed with Georgia, so Mother said it was common sense to go and fetch their two beds and anything else I might need, before Keith sold the furniture as well as the house.
I didnt see why he should let his other woman have any of the stuff that Maxines cared for all these years. Eleanor Pemberton joined them in the bedroom.
Alethea could just see it: no doubt her mother had gone to Maxines house, taken a look aroundand taken charge!
A month later, they could barely move for furniture. Because in their own adequately furnished house they now had what Alethea was sure must be the entire contents of Maxines home. Barking ones shins against something or other became an everyday hazard.
And still Pollys screaming went on. There was nothing wrong with the child apparently, except tempershe had the lungs of an opera singer in her prime.
Time to party! Alethea stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Honest violet eyes stared back at her. She skimmed her glance over her blonde hair, which fell straight to her chin and then just turned under.
Was her dress too short? She had few party clothes and had bought this dress specifically for Mr and Mrs Chapmans anniversary party. It was a violet-blue that matched her eyes. She had good legs, long legsbut the dress had not seemed so short in the shop. Only now, in the privacy of her room, did it seem a shade on the skimpy side. Perfectly plain, with narrow shoulder straps, it was cut to flare gently from the hips.
She was just assuring herself that perhaps she had made a good choice after all when her bedroom door opened. Privacy? It was a thing of the past. Her seven-year-old niece came in.
Sorry, Sadie apologised. She was rather a nice child when she wasnt complaining. I didnt know you were changing.
Im changed. Alethea smiled.
Youre going to your party in your petticoat?
Oh, grief! Alethea was just about to die when her sister came in. Out! Maxine instructed her daughter.
Sadie thinks this dress looks like a petticoat, Alethea panicked.
Rot! Youll see shorter skirts there, Maxine told her bracingly.
To Aletheas relief, Maxine was proved right. In fact, given that the hem was inches above her knees, her dress looked positively decorous beside the thigh-length outfits that some were wearing.
Alethea had called for Carol Robinson on her way, and both Mr and Mrs Chapman had greeted them warmly when they arrived at the hotel. Youre not on duty tonightyoure here to enjoy yourself, Hector Chapman had reminded them.
It was fun chatting to all and sundry, Alethea discovered. Fun being able to put faces to names on the invitation list Mrs Chapman had given her. Fun to dance without the remotest inclination to be more involved.
Carol Robinson was fun too. Alethea knew Carol was thirty-three and dedicated to her work but was amazed when, during a medley of dances that went back to before the flood, someone asked Carol to Charleston with himand she agreed.
My giddy aunt! Aletheas lovely violet eyes widened. Never had she suspected Carol of such expertise! She was so superbly efficient in the office, Alethea had never guessed her capable of letting her hair down to this degree.
Unbeknown to her, Alethea wore a gentle smile as she glanced away from the dancers. She looked up to her rightand her breath caught. There, about ten yards away, was one person, she discovered, who was not watching the dancing. He was tall, dark-haired, somewhere in his mid-thirties, and was staring at her!
Hurriedly Alethea looked back to where Carol was still showing no sign of flagging. But this time Carols flashing feet had less of an impact on Alethea. Who was he? Why was he watching her and not the dancers? And for how long had he been watching her?
Somehow, for all that she had not exchanged so much as a single word with the man, Alethea felt shaken by having met him. Rot, she admonished herself, not ready to believe it. Yet...
Just then the music ended and a breathless Carol headed her way. Whew! Im hot. Im going for a drink. Can I get you something? she offered.
Alethea declined and, as if by some magnetic pull, felt an almost overwhelming compulsion to look to her right to see if the tall, dark-haired man was still there. It took a very determined effort not to.
She gave her attention to the MC, who was announcing that the next dance in the selection would be a Viennese waltz. Alethea then discovered that the man who, a few minutes earlier, had been watching her was standing right in front of her.
She was tall but she still had to look up. Her honest violet eyes met his dark ones, and her heart, for some reason, did a little somersault.
Are you going to dance with me? he asked. He had a warm, rather pleasant kind of voice.
I dont... she began.
You dont know me. With a hint of a smile he finished what she had not been going to say! Clearly he was a man who had no time for obstacles in his way, for he straightway rectified that omission. Trent de Havilland, he introduced himself.
De Havilland rang a bell. Shed typed it on one of the invitation envelopes. How do you do? she found herself murmuring.
And you are?
Alethea had been brought up to be wary of men, but they were in a crowded room, for goodness sake. And while Trent de Havilland was sophisticated to the nth degree, he was hardly likely to carry her off to his evil lair in front of everyone.
Alethea Pemberton, she answered quickly, starting to feel she was no end of a fool for delaying so long.
That hint of a smile on his well-formed mouth grew. And where do you come from, Alethea Pemberton? he wanted to know.
Alethea was backed up against a brick wall of caution. But she felt it was fairly safe to reveal, I work in Mr Chapmans office.
There, now we know all about each other, he commented, when in fact all she knew about him was his name. Lets dance.
I dont dance. She stopped him quickly before he could guide her to the dance area.
How could you lie to me? he reproached teasingly, not moving, just standing there looking down at her.
Im sorry, she apologised at once, realising he might have caught a glimpse of her dancing already. What I meant to say... she went on. At work she was unflappable, at home she was unflappable, so why, all of a sudden, standing here with this man, was she getting all confused? What I meant to say was, that I dont Viennese waltz. I cant.
Trent de Havilland leaned back. Can you count to six? he enquired. It seemed her apology was accepted, because, without waiting for her to reply, he caught her elbow in a firm hold and took her to the dance area.