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Authors: Sara Craven
Desperate Measures (23 page)
- 'You had better sit,' Alain de Courcy added curtly. 'Before you fall down.' His gaze raked her again, taking in the cling of the tight-fitting jeans to her
- slender hips, the slight swell of her breasts under the thin shirt. The frown returned. 'How old are you, mademoiselle?
- 'I'm—nearly twenty.' She ran her tongue round her dry lips. 'Did you really say—married?'
- He nodded unsmilingly.
- She swallowed. 'But I've never seen you before in my life—never even knew you existed until tonight.'
- 'Nor I you,' he said with a slight shrug. 'But that need not be an obstacle.' He fetched a high-backed chair and set it for her, then placed another one opposite for himself. 'Before you reject me out of hand as a dangerous lunatic, allow me to explain. I need to be married, mademoiselle, and urgently too. Before I came to dinner tonight, I was seriously contemplating advertising for a wife in some newspaper.'
- This must be some tasteless joke,' Philippa said thickly. 'I shall never forgive Monica—or Lennox. I suppose it was because I made a nuisance of myself earlier—said I was desperate for money.'
- 'There is no joke,' Alain de Courcy said quietly. 'I was distrait at dinner, and they persuaded me to speak of my problems. It was then that your stepmother suggested that your dilemma might provide the solution to mine. This is why you were asked to come here tonight. This is why we are alone together now.'
- She took a breath. 'I—can't believe this. It's crazy!' She sent him a scornful look. 'Putting an ad in a paper, indeed! You're the last person in the world who needs to resort to something like that.'
- He smiled faintly. 'Merci du compliment—if that's what it was. But the truth is, I know very few women of a suitable age and background and even fewer who would allow themselves to be taken in marriage in such
- a headlong way, without a conventional period of courtship at least—if not vows of undying love and devotion. Anything less, however insincere, would insult them.'
- 'You don't think it would insult me?' Philippa stiffened.
- Alain de Courcy shrugged. 'From what little I have learned tonight, I don't think you can afford to be insulted,' he countered levelly. 'I understand you need a substantial sum of money to pay for your father's medical treatment in the United States, and maintain him there in a private clinic. If you marry me, I will make sure sufficient funds are made available for you to use in this way—or as you wish.' He paused. 'You need me for your father's future, mademoiselle. I need you for mine. Do we have a bargain?'
- Monica had said, 'Listen to him.' Philippa found herself shivering.
- 'First, you'd better explain why you need to be married so quickly,' she said. 'Why can't you wait— find a wife whom you might—care for?'
- 'Marriage, ma chere, is a lottery,' he said cynically. 'Until now I have always managed to avoid buying a ticket. But now I find myself under pressure through my family.'
- He paused. 'I inherited the chair of De Courcy International from my grandfather. Since then, my uncle Louis has always borne a grudge that he was passed over for me. For the past two years, he has been working against me, trying to thwart deals I was involved in—attempting to undermine my authority by castigating me to the more sober members of my board as an irresponsible playboy.'
- He shot her a swift glance. 'You smile at last, mademoiselle, and I too found the situation amusing—once. But lately it has become altogether more serious. My name has recently been linked with a woman, who is married to a man of importance in the government. There have been hints in the papers— rumours and innuendo in the circles I move in.'
- He shrugged. 'There has been gossip before—I am not a saint—but this time my uncle has managed to gain support for his opinion that my conduct is a disgrace, and that, through me, De Courcy International is likely to be plunged into a major scandal with all kinds of repercussions. I am, he says, unfit to be chairman any longer.
- 'Accordingly, he has called an emergency meeting in two weeks' time to discuss the situation, and call for my resignation. He plans to become chairman in my place, against my grandfather's expressed wish, and that is now a distinct possibility. You must believe that it would also be a disaster. You see my problem?'
- Philippa bit her lip. 'I—suppose so. But maybe your uncle's right—perhaps you are irresponsible. After all, if you're having an affair with this woman—neglecting the company for her...'
- His mouth twisted. 'My uncle, mademoiselle, has an insufferably bourgeois mind. My private life has no bearing on my role as head of De Courcy. No woman has ever come between me and my work, or ever will.'
- He hesitated, his expression rueful. 'There is an additional factor. My uncle has a daughter, Sidonie. He has dropped unmistakable hints that if I were to offer marriage to my cousin his opposition to me would cease immediately.'
- 'Then isn't that the obvious solution?'
- 'You would not suggest such a thing if you had ever met my cousin Sidonie. She has a bad complexion, and the disposition of a jealous shrew.'
- Philippa bit her lip. 'I might be just as bad.'
- 'That is a risk I shall have to take.' His eyes swept with disturbing candour over her face, and down her body. 'Your skin at least is clear—what I can see of it. And you are also a loyal and loving daughter, or so Lady Underhay assures me. That is why she and her husband suggested I should have this interview with you.'
- He paused. 'We both have dire problems, mademoiselle, and to solve them, only desperate measures will do. Agreed?'
- Desperate measures, she thought. Her own words come back to haunt her.
- 'Well—perhaps.' She spread her hands helplessly. 'But—marriage...'
- He studied her for a long moment. 'The implications of that word deter you, peut-etre. You wish to be reassured about the exact nature of the relationship I am offering?'
- Philippa found she was blushing to the roots of her hair. 'Yes.'
- 'Well, that is natural.' He was silent for a moment. 'I am not a savage, Philippa, but at the same time I need to ensure that the de Courcy name continues to the next generation. I will, one day, ask you to give me a son. But you will be given time—as much as you need—to—accustom yourself before that happens. Is that the assurance you require?'
- 'Yes—no—I don't know.' Philippa gripped her hands together. 'Oh, this is ridiculous—an impossible situation!'
- 'As you say. But it is also a practical solution to our mutual difficulties.'
- 'And that's all that matters?'
- 'What else is there?' He sounded amused.
- 'What about—love?'
- 'What about it, indeed?' He was laughing openly now. His teeth were very white, she noticed irrelevantly. 'But as you mentioned earlier, mademoiselle, we have only just met. I feel any declaration of passion on my part would be premature...'
- 'I didn't mean that,' she said angrily.
- 'No? Then are you telling me there is already an important relationship in your life?'
- The frankly sceptical note in his voice grated on her, and she lifted her chin, her blush deepening hectically.
- 'Is it so impossible?'
- 'It is unlikely,' he said with infuriating calmness. 'You have a disturbingly—untouched quality.'
- She glared at him. 'As a matter of fact, I was really wondering what would happen if, after we were married, one of us—both of us—met someone else.'
- 'Marriage is not always a barrier to such relationships,' he said softly. 'As long as discretion is maintained.'
- 'That's an abominably cynical point of view!'
- 'And, again, I thought I was being practical,' Alain de Courcy retorted. 'In any event, we are not yet married, so why look for difficulties where there are none?'
- 'Oh, of course, everything's going to be plain sailing,' Philippa flung back at him scathingly. 'I can see that.'
- He was silent for a long moment, then he said levelly, 'Philippa, marriage is never easy. Even if we had met and fallen madly in love, there would still have to be—adjustments. Our situation is unusual, perhaps, but who can say that a marriage which springs from mutual convenience and friendship cannot succeed eventually?'
- 'Except that we're not friends,' she said in a stifled voice.
- 'Not yet, perhaps, but is the prospect so impossible?'
- 'Almost completely, I'd have said.' She shook her head. 'Oh, there must be someone else you can ask.'
- He shrugged. 'As I have said, I can always advertise. But to whom will you go for the money that you need
- With such desperation? Or did your stepmother exaggerate this?'
- 'No.' Philippa bent her head wretchedly. 'She was quite right. Only—I just didn't think it would—come to this.' She glanced at him. 'You—wouldn't consider just—lending me the money.'
- 'Only with a marriage certificate for security. I want to buy instant respectability from you, ma cherie. I spend a lot of my time in your country. I propose to tell my family and friends that we met on a previous visit, and I have been courting you ever since. We kept our marriage private because of your father's ill health.' He snapped his fingers. 'Voila! All the rumours silenced at one blow.'
- She sighed deeply. 'It isn't that simple. I can't answer you now—tonight. You've got to let me have time to think—to decide...'
- 'That is reasonable. I am staying at the Savoy Hotel. You may contact me there.' He got to his feet, and she followed suit. 'But don't keep me waiting too long, mademoiselle. For both of us, time is of the essence.' He paused. "Would it make any difference if I told you I possess one of your father's pictures?'
- 'Oh?' Her lips parted in renewed astonishment. 'Which one?'
- 'The Bridge at Montascaux. It would be a pity to let such talent and vigour—waste away.' He allowed his words to sink in for a few seconds, then smiled at her. 'Now, may I drive you home?'
- 'Oh, no, thank you.' Philippa took an involuntary step backwards away from him. She felt as if she'd been inadvertently locked into a cage with a tiger, and lucky to escape with her life.
- But if I marry him, she thought, panic closing her throat, there'll be no escape. I shall have to live with him—share a roof. Eventually—a bed.
- Her mind blanked off, refusing to accept such a possibility.
- Yet there was the money for Gavin—available for her, as he'd promised. That was what she had to remember. She needed a miracle, and perhaps that was what she was being offered.
- But it didn't feel like any miracle. It felt like a two-edged sword—dangerous and unpredictable. I am no saint, he had said, and she could well believe it.
- She realised he was watching her closely, the green eyes narrowed, and hurried into speech.
- 'I'll let you know tomorrow what I decide—I promise.'
- 'Then I shall wait impatiently until then.' He strolled across to her, and before she realised what he intended, lifted her hand briefly to his lips. The contact was fleeting, but she felt as if her flesh had been seared.
- He looked down at her, smiling faintly into her eyes. He said softly, 'I wish you a restful night, ma chere. And if you cannot sleep, think well.'
- CHAPTER TWO
- When she awoke the following morning to pale sunlight filtering through the curtains, Philippa thought at first it had all been some wild, preposterous dream.
- Things like that just didn't happen, she told herself, huddling under the covers. Not in real life. A girl like herself, with no particular looks to recommend her, couldn't possibly receive an offer of marriage from a French millionaire for any reason whatever, no matter how practical it had been made to sound. She tried to recall to mind exactly what he'd said, but her brain refused to co-operate, producing only a jumble of confused impressions.
- It must have been a dream, she told herself foggily. My worries and the name of Monica's dinner guest just got muddled in my subconscious, that's all. There's a logical explanation for everything.
- She stretched her arms above her head, then brought them down slowly in front of her. She had small, workmanlike hands, which she was accustomed to seeing stained with paint. Latterly, though, she'd been using them mainly to help nurse Gavin, and they looked almost respectable for once.
- Suddenly, as she looked at them, one of the images in her mind sharpened into a reality she couldn't ignore. She sat bolt upright, stifling a startled yelp.
- My God, she thought, he kissed my hand! She sat for a moment, staring at her fingers, as if she expected to see them marked with the brand of Cain—re-living
- with shock the swift brush of his mouth against her skin. Knowing helplessly there was no way in which she could have dreamed that particular sensation.
- It happened, she thought. It all really happened. And, in that case, what the hell do I do now?
- Well, first she could answer the phone, which rang at that moment as if obeying some cue.
- 'Well?' was Monica's response to her guarded 'Hello.'
- Philippa swallowed. 'Well what?' she countered feebly.
- Monica sighed irritably. 'Please don't behave as if you're half-witted,' she commanded crisply. 'What have you decided? Are you going to accept Alain de Courcy's offer?'
- There were dust motes whirling in the broad beam of sunlight slanting between the thin curtains.
- That's what I feel like, Philippa thought, gripping the receiver as if it was her sole contact with reality. As if I've been caught up in something I don't understand and can't control, and now I'm helpless—going round and round forever.
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