‘Hard luck,’ Stacy said unsympathetically. ‘You’d better get ready, we’ll have to go down to dinner soon.’
She dressed while Juliet went into the bathroom, her white dress square-necked, with narrow shoulder straps, a thick band of embroidered flowers at the waist before it flared out in four layers of pleated chiffon to just below her knee. It was a beautiful dress and made her hair appear redder than usual. It had been an expensive gown too, and in the light of today’s events she wished she had saved the money to help her through wh
at could be weeks of being out of work.
She applied a light make-up, the natural brightness of her green eyes and her thick sooty lashes needing no adornment. She felt very satisfied with the result by the time she at last surveyed herself in the full-length mirror. As a final gesture she pinned the white gauzy rose she had bought to go with the dress over her left ear in the waving thickness of her hair. It gave her a gypsy look and she felt pleased with her appearance.
Juliet seconded her opinion when she came through from the bathroom a few minutes later, her own dress a royal blue silk that clung to her curves and gave a black sheen to her hair.
They made a lovely contrast when they entered the dining-room together and several male heads turned to look in their direction. They joined Matthew and his room-mate Daniel at their table, Stacy having a hurried look around the large room once they had ordered their meal, just to see if her arrogant stranger was present.
He wasn’t, although she supposed that if his employer had an aversion to meeting people he would probably be eating with him upstairs in his suite. She couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, although he should be at the party being held privately in one of the lounges. She found herself looking forward to seeing him again, even though he had been so disagreeable.
Matthew clicked his finger and thumb in front of her eyes. ‘Hey, come back to us, dreamboat,’ he teased. ‘Surely our company isn’t that boring?’
She turned to give him a dazzling smile. ‘You aren’t boring at all. I was just deep in thought.’
‘I’m not needed tomorrow, would you like me to give you a lift up to London?’
‘I wouldn’t want to put you to all that trouble,’ she refused. ‘I can easily get a train.’
‘Certainly not. I’ll take you.’
‘Well, if you’re sure …’
‘I’m sure,’ he said firmly.
She smiled again, her green eyes glowing. ‘In that case, I accept. I didn’t particularly relish the idea of carrying a couple of suitcases to and from the station.’
‘You never know,’ put in Daniel. ‘You may even get an invitation to stay the night.’
Matthew grinned. ‘You don’t know Stacy very well if you think that. All that fiery hair and the invitation in her eyes could mean she has a passionate nature—but I’ve never been allowed to find out. Stacy is waiting for someone to marry her before she makes that kind of commitment.’
Daniel leant forward to hold her hand. ‘Will you marry me?’ he asked, his eyes full of merriment.
She laughed at his teasing. ‘I would actually want the wedding ring on my finger before I allowed you to do more than hold my hand,’ she warned.
He moved away in mock horror. ‘In that case … Will you marry me, Juliet?’
‘The same conditions apply, I’m afraid.’
Daniel sat back with a sigh. ‘I wish someone would tell me where all these girls who belong to the permissive society are, because I’ve certainly never met any of them!’
They all laughed together at his woebegone expression, quietening down as their meal began to arrive. They were a boisterous lot working on this film and Stacy felt sure the staff of this hotel were accustomed to a much soberer clientele, although they seemed to be coping with them quite well.
It was almost nine o’clock by the time they left the dining-room, the meal superb as usual. Paul Forbes had passed their table on his way out, giving Stacy a cold look that left her in no doubt as to his feelings towards her now. She had shrugged this off resignedly; after tomorrow she wouldn’t have to worry about him any more.
She felt a certain amount of regret about leaving, not about her decision concerning Paul Forbes advances, but because she had enjoyed working with the majority of the people here.
There were quite a lot of people already in the lounge when they got there, each of them grabbing a glass of champagne as a waiter hurried past them. There was soft background music drifting out from the strategically placed speakers, although the babel of conversation drowned a lot of this out.
Matthew stayed at her side, grinning down at her. ‘I can’t see our famous author yet.’
Neither could she, but she could see her handsome stranger standing over the other side of the room with Martin Payne. He looked devastatingly attractive in a wine-coloured velvet jacket that fitted tautly across his wide powerful shoulders, a snowy white shirt with a ruffle front and black trousers that moulded to his firm muscular thighs. He stood head and shoulders above any other man in the room and was easily the most handsome man there.
He moved slightly and for the first time Stacy saw the man standing at his side. She knew straight away that this must be Jake Weston; he fitted her description perfectly, even to the bald head.
She turned with a triumphant smile. ‘I wish I’d made a bet over Mr Weston,’ she said to Matthew.