Charm

‘Not a very good one.’ I feel myself blush. ‘It’s all that hit me on the spur of the moment. But it’s got rhythm, it’s got bounce – and it’s true. A poem has to be true – it’s like a snapshot, something you see that other people miss.’

I’ve touched some nerve. He’s sitting very still, his expression blank.

‘“Crave control”? Who says?’

‘I say.’ Now it’s my turn to be curious. ‘And it is true. Isn’t it? It’s just something I sense about you …’

I tail off. Something’s wrong. He’s unhappy about this. Before I can pursue it his phone rings and he slaps it to his ear.

‘Wolfe.’ He listens for a while and then murmurs into it, turning his face away from me. ‘Fine. Keep me informed.’ He slips it back in his pocket and turns back, his eyes cold. ‘We’ve picked up another trace from Mitchell’s phone but we can’t be sure precisely where he is. All we know is he’s definitely back here in the city. They think he’s using prepaids. So keep yours switched on and tell me if he makes contact. We might fix his location.’

We finish our journey in silence. To my relief he stops asking about my chosen hobby. And he has the grace not to laugh.

* * *

In the elevator I feel self-conscious in my rumpled shorts and top. Around us well-heeled guests are coming and going, formally dressed and carefully not looking at me. I’m guessing they must think I’m some tramp he’s just picked up in the streets. Darnley leans against the wall opposite, his sultry gaze not helping.

Our suite is all low lighting and fresh linen. Darnley tosses his jacket on the bed and reaches once more for his phone. ‘Shall we try the restaurant this evening? You look like you could use a shower. I’ll make some calls.’

His tone is brisk and businesslike, his glance cool. He’s used to making the rules.

In my room I flip through the selection of things I’ve brought with me. From my scanty vacation wardrobe I choose some slim pants in white linen and a low-cut top with thin, sparkly straps and decide to go bra-less. I brush out my hair, feeling freer with every stroke. My tight daytime ponytail has made it springy so loose curls bounce on my shoulders and down my back. I aim for carefree but I feel nervous. Ryan might be annoying but Darnley disturbs me. A touch more make-up, a dash more scent and I’m ready. And hey, I’m still on vacation and have a date to eat with a good-looking guy – what more can I ask?

As I join him my heart does a flip. His calls were constant. I could hear the murmur of his voice all the time I was changing but somehow he’s showered, shaved and shrugged on a tux and now he’s fixing links on the cuffs of yet another dazzling shirt.

He looks sensational. I hold my head high and decide to let the warm glance he sweeps over my bare throat and shoulders serve as adornment – it certainly brings colour to my cheeks.

‘Any news?’

I pause on the way to the elevator and recall the purpose of our stay here. ‘From Ryan? No, nothing yet.’

Darnley frowns as we step into the elevator. His face darkens as another couple join us. ‘Is your phone switched on?’

I gasp. ‘It’s – I’ve left it upstairs. Shall I go back for it?’ I gaze at him, troubled. Something in his look clouds.

‘Leave it. We’ll check it later. You’re very forgetful lately. I wonder why that is?’

His tone is bitter – more suspicion. In truth I forgot all about Ryan for the same reason I forgot my phone just now – the sight of Darnley puts my head in a spin. He’s quite something.

I decide not to say so. He’ll be well aware of it – such men always are. I feel myself colour and avoid his eye. But as we reach the next floor down I decide on action. I grab his arm and pull him out of the elevator. ‘I suppose you think I left it behind on purpose. Take me back and I’ll fetch it.’

Pressing my lips together I run lightly up the steps to the next floor and wait for him to insert the key card. When he arrives I bite my lip and toss back my hair. ‘I’ll be really quick,’ I say lightly, giving him a playful look. ‘You needn’t come in. Wait here.’

He lets me in. I step quickly in front of him and scan the room. My phone is lying on a low table. As I move towards it I hear the door close softly behind me.

‘Hey.’

I spin round to see him looking down at me like he’s waiting for something. He folds his hand round my arm and pulls me to him, his lips brushing mine in a tender, whisper-soft kiss. As he pulls away his eyes darken and I feel his breath on my skin as he frowns.

‘Ella.’

I gaze up at him, alarmed.

‘Do you always toss your hair about like that?’

I stare. What an odd question. And then it hits me – he’s aroused. Something – anything – a sheen on a curl, a glance from my eyes – has caught his attention and now I feel a wave of heat as he pulls me closer and kisses me again, his fist still closed around my upper arm, his thumb moving gently on my skin, his fingers tight as a vice.