Mistress Against Her Will

But he couldn’t possibly have known. She was being utterly ridiculous. If he’d had any idea of her link with Paul he would never have offered her the job in the first place.

Common sense having restored the balance, her mind went back to the more pressing problem of what she was to do now.

There were two options. She could throw everything away by telling Zane she didn’t want the job after all and insist on leaving the plane. Or she could go through with this trip to the States and see how things worked out.

If she chose the former without consulting him, there was a good chance that Paul, whom she knew bore grudges, might never forgive her. If she chose the latter, she would have to find some way of armouring herself against Zane Lorenson…

A tap at the door made her practically jump out of her skin.

‘I’m sorry to disturb you, Miss North,’ the steward’s voice murmured discreetly, ‘but Mr Lorenson asked me to let you know that any minute now we’ll be starting to taxi in preparation for take-off.’

With a jolt, Gail faced the fact that she had left it too late. She no longer had a choice.

Somehow she found her voice and answered, ‘Please tell him I’ll be there in just a moment.’

Having transferred her belongings from the sink back into her bag, Gail hurried after the steward, much too harassed to be more than vaguely aware of her sumptuous surroundings.

They were already taxiing towards the runway, any minute now they would be airborne, and Paul didn’t even know she’d got the job, let alone that she would soon be on her way to the States.