Chapter Three #2
‘I thought we’d established that I was set up!’ Evie’s voice rose. ‘If I’d known you were going to arrive early, do you honestly think I would have been lying there?’
‘Yes. That photograph will sell for a fortune.’
‘Maybe it will, but it won’t be me making the fortune,’ Evie snapped, stalking out of the bathroom with the throw trailing behind her like a wedding gown.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’
‘Out of here. I’m sick of seeing your reflection in the mirrors. One of you is bad enough. Ten is more than I can take. I’m going to ring Housekeeping and get them to send up a uniform and then I’m going to go and hide somewhere even the press can’t find me.’
‘Running is not the way to handle this.’
‘Well, if you can think of a different plan, I’d love to hear it.
This is easy for you. You have bodyguards and you own tall buildings with fancy security.
All you have to do is lock yourself in your gilded palace until the fuss dies down, but I have to live with the fact that photograph is out there.
Everyone who wants a laugh can look at it.
They’ll probably start a Facebook page for it—The biggest bottom in the world.
’ Evie tripped on the throw and stumbled.
Steadying herself, she blinked back tears.
‘I have to live with the fact that my eighty-six-year-old grandfather is going to see me with my naked bottom in the air, kissing a stranger! If he has another one of his turns it will be all your fault.’
‘Which is going to shock him most? Seeing your naked bottom, or the fact that you’re kissing a stranger?’
Evie snatched the phone up. ‘You’re not even funny.’
‘Do I look as though I’m laughing? You have no idea how serious this is for me. For you, it’s embarrassing; for me, it’s—’ He broke off, his voice unsteady and Evie paused with the handset in her hand, transfixed by the raw emotion she saw in his eyes.
‘For you it’s what? A deal you don’t want to lose?
Is this an ego thing? It has to be because you clearly don’t care about the embarrassment and I can’t honestly believe you’d be making this much fuss about money.
I mean, it’s not as if you don’t already have plenty!
’ When he didn’t answer, she gave a humourless laugh.
‘Oh, forget it. I don’t know why I’m expecting you to care any more than Carlos cared.
Why does it matter to you that one more woman’s reputation is shattered?
I’m just another notch on your bedpost.’
‘I do not make notches on my bedpost,’ he said thickly. ‘I am very choosy about my relationships.’
And he wouldn’t be choosing a woman like her.
Evie turned scarlet and stabbed the number for Housekeeping.
‘Hello? Margaret? I’m really sorry to bother you, but could you possibly deliver a fresh housekeeping uniform to the Penthouse, please.
I’ve…spilled something…sorry?’ She blushed and turned her head away, lowering her voice.
‘Size twelve…I said size twelve…I’m not whispering—’ She gave a gasp as the phone was removed from her fingers.
‘She said size twelve,’ Rio drawled, ‘and, while you’re at it, send some underwear and shoes. She takes a—’ his gaze slid to her cleavage ‘—thirty-four DD and her feet are—’ He lifted an eyebrow in Evie’s direction.
‘Forty,’ she said faintly and he delivered that information in the same commanding tone and ended the call.
Then he answered his mobile, which was buzzing in his pocket and spoke at length in Italian, leaving Evie standing with a scarlet face, still trying to work out how he’d been able to guess her bra size so accurately.
He was still in mid-conversation when there was another buzzing sound and he drew his BlackBerry out of a different pocket without breaking conversation.
Evie watched in disbelief as he talked into one phone while emailing from the other.
‘Sì—Sì—Ciao.’ He ended the conversation and frowned at her. ‘Why are you staring?’
‘How many phones do you have?’
‘Three. It makes me more efficient.’
‘What happens if they ring at the same time? Most men aren’t that good at multi-tasking.’
He gave a cool smile. ‘I’m not most men. And I’m excellent at multi-tasking.’ As if to test that theory, two of his three phones rang simultaneously and Evie moved to the window as he dealt swiftly with one call and then the other.
It was still dark outside, but the roads far beneath her were already busy as cars and taxis inched their way over snowy streets.
She leaned her cheek against the glass, watching people carrying on with their lives, wishing she could swap with them. Or put the clock back. She wished she’d never spent the night in the Penthouse.
Her eyes stung with tears and she blinked rapidly, determined not to cry. It was just because she was tired, she told herself fiercely.
What should she do? She couldn’t decide whether it was better to ring her grandfather and warn him that he might see some very embarrassing pictures of her in the press, or say nothing and just hope that he didn’t read that page in the paper.
But someone was bound to point it out, weren’t they? She never ceased to be depressed by the enjoyment some people took from watching another’s misfortune.
‘Move away from the windows. Your clothes have arrived—you can change in the bedroom.’
Evie turned, wondering how her colleagues in Housekeeping had managed to produce underwear and shoes so quickly. Then she looked at the elegant packaging on the boxes and realised they’d simply used the expensive store in the hotel foyer.
‘I can’t afford to pay for those.’
He looked at her with ill-disguised impatience. ‘The price tag on your bra is surely the least of our worries at the moment.’
‘To you, maybe, but that’s because you don’t have to worry about money,’ Evie said stubbornly. ‘I do. Particularly as I appear to have just lost my job.’
The phone rang in his pocket again but this time he ignored it. ‘Get dressed. Consider the clothes a gift.’
‘I can’t accept a gift of underwear from you. It wouldn’t be right.’
‘In that case, think of them as an essential part of our crisis management programme. The longer you continue to walk around naked, the more likely we are to find ourselves in even hotter water.’
He had a point.
Opening one of the boxes, Evie spotted a silky leopardprint bra and panties and crushed the lid back down, her face scarlet. ‘I can’t wear something like that.’ Hardly daring to look, she prised the lid off the other box and her eyes widened when she saw the contents. ‘I can’t wear those, either—’
‘Why not? They’re shoes. I realize they’re not strictly uniform, but they will do until we can get you something else.’
‘But—’ She stared down at the sexy shoe with the wicked heel. It was the most beautiful, extravagant, indulgent thing she’d ever seen. ‘I don’t wear heels. I can’t.’
‘You don’t have to walk far in them.’
‘It isn’t the walking.’ Her face was almost the same shade of scarlet as the sole of the famous shoes. ‘You may not have noticed, but I’m already taller than the average woman. If I wear heels, I look like a freak. Everyone will stare.’
‘After last night, they’re going to be staring anyway.
They’ll stare harder and longer if you’re barefoot.
Put them on.’ Without giving her the opportunity to argue, he turned back to the phone, leaving Evie to stare at him in exasperation, wondering what day it was.
Had December nineteenth been designated Humiliate Evie Day and someone had forgotten to tell her?
Juggling the throw with the boxes, she struggled into the master bedroom and closed the doors. At least she wouldn’t be naked.
Feeling relieved to finally ditch the throw, Evie slung it back on the bed and slithered into the underwear.
It fitted perfectly. Then she pushed her feet into the shoes, almost losing her balance as she teetered precariously on the vertiginous heels.
She felt like a circus performer practising on stilts.
Risking a look in the mirror, she gave a moan of horror.
She looked like a circus performer.
She looked like a giant.
She was about to take them off when the door to the bedroom opened.
Rio’s gaze swept her from head to foot.
‘Maledizione—’ His eyes went dark with shock and Evie wanted to fall through the floor as she intercepted his look of stunned astonishment.
Embarrassment got her moving. ‘Get out,’ she shrieked, grabbing the throw again. ‘I’m getting changed.’
‘Does the phrase “shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted” mean anything to you? I’ve already seen you naked.
’ Displaying not the slightest consideration for her feelings, he allowed his gaze to travel slowly down every centimetre of her body.
‘I’ve never seen a woman who looks like you. ’
For Evie, already sensitive about her looks, his comment delivered the final blow to her crumbling self-esteem.
‘It’s your fault for getting me those stupid shoes when anyone with half a brain could have guessed they’d make me look ridiculous.
And that’s before I put on the uniform. I always wear flats, OK?
Ballet pumps. Court shoes with no heel. Get out of here!
I’m fed up with being a laughing stock, although I suppose I ought to get used to it because it’s nothing to how I’m going to feel tomorrow when that photo is published—’ Pushed to the limit, she flopped onto the bed, buried her face in the pillow and sobbed her heart out.
Everyone was going to see her naked and her grandfather was going to be horribly, hideously ashamed of her. She’d wanted to make him proud, but the truth was all he really wanted was to bounce a great-grandchild on his knee and that was never going to happen.
She was a big, fat disappointment.
Lost in the nightmare of the moment, she gasped in shock as strong hands closed over her shoulders and Rio flipped her onto her back.