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If there was one thing he despised it was women like this one. Not that he preferred them to be demure or virginal. No. What he found most attractive was a woman who was proud to be herself and who expected his sex to respect her right to be what she was. The kind of woman who would automatically eschew any act that involved her presenting herself as some kind of sexual plaything and who would just as determinedly turn her back on any man who wanted her to behave that way. This woman...
‘I’m sorry,’ he told her, making it verbally plain that he was no such thing by the cold tone of his voice, ‘but you’re wasting your time. And time, as I can see,’ he continued in a deceptively gentle voice, ‘has to be money for a woman like you. So why don’t you go away and find someone else who will be... er...more receptive to what you’ve got on offer than I am?’
White-faced, Saskia watched as he turned away from her and thrust his way towards the door. He had rejected her...refused her. He had... He had... Painfully she swallowed. He had proved that he was faithful to Megan and he had... He had looked at her as though...as though... Like a little girl, Saskia wiped the back of her hand across her lipsticked mouth, grimacing as she saw the stain the high-coloured gloss had left there.
‘Hi there, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?’
Numbly she shook her head, ignoring the sour look the man who had approached was giving her as she stared at the door. There was no sign of Megan’s man. He had gone—and she was glad. Of course she was. How could she not be? And she would be delighted to be able to report to Megan and Lorraine that Mark had not succumbed to her.
She glanced at her watch, her heart sinking. She still had over an hour to go before she met Lorraine. There was no way she could stay here in the bar on her own, attracting attention. Quickly she headed for the ladies’ room. There was something she had to do.
In the cloakroom she fastened her cardigan and wiped her face clean of the last of the red lipstick and the kohl eyeliner, replacing them both with her normal choice of make-up—a discreet application of taupe eyeshadow and a soft berry-coloured lipstick—and coiling up her long hair into a neat chignon. Then she waited in the ladies’ room until an inspection of her watch told her she could finally leave.
This time as she made her way through the crowded bar it was a very different type of look that Saskia collected from the men who watched her admiringly.
To her relief Lorraine was parked outside, waiting for her.
‘Well?’ she demanded eagerly as Saskia opened the car door and got in.
‘Nothing,’ Saskia told her, shaking her head. ‘He turned me down flat.’
‘What?’
‘Lorraine, careful...’ Saskia cried out warningly as the other woman almost backed into the car behind her in shock.
‘You mustn’t have tried hard enough,’ Lorraine told her bossily.
‘I can assure you that I tried as hard as anyone could,’ Saskia corrected her wryly.
‘Did he mention Megan...tell you that he was spoken for?’ Lorraine questioned her.
‘No!’ Saskia shook her head. ‘But I promise you he made it plain that he wasn’t interested. He looked at me...’ She stopped and swallowed, unwilling to think about, never mind tell anyone else, just how Megan’s beloved had looked at her. For some odd reason she refused to define, just remembering the icy contempt she had seen in his eyes made her tremble between anger and pain.
‘Where is Megan?’ she asked Lorraine.
‘She was called in unexpectedly to work an extra shift. She rang to let me know and I said we’d drive straight over to her place and meet up with her there.’
Saskia smiled wanly. By rights she knew she ought to be feeling far happier than she actually was. Though out of the three of them she suspected that Megan would be the only one who would actually be pleased to learn that her Mark had determinedly refused to be tempted.
Her Mark. Megan’s Mark. There was a bitter taste in Saskia’s mouth and her heart felt like a heavy lump of lead inside her chest.
What on earth was the matter with her? She couldn’t possibly be jealous of Megan, could she? No! She couldn’t be...she must not be!
