So, instead, she had to behave as she would have if she’d had no idea what was going on. As if her only concern was ignoring the man who had almost got her into bed last night.
She reached the bottom of the stairs. Leo was still looking at her, standing stock still. At his side, Justin stood, silenced and cowed. The two security guards were impassively continuing their search.
Anna glanced towards them, a slight frown on her face registering just the right amount of casual curiosity at what they were so inexplicably doing. Then her eyes drifted past them to the tall, threatening figure in the dark skiing jacket.
He was just looking at her. Quite expressionlessly.
Anna’s face hardened. For an instant all knowledge of the fact she was walking past him with his stolen bracelet on her person disappeared. All she could see was him, Leo Makarios, who had had the audacity, the nerve to think he could turn up in her bedroom at midnight and tumble her over for a quick lay! Sating his carnal appetite on her conveniently available body.
Fury flashed in her eyes—and more than fury.
She kept walking past him.
It was like going through a forcefield, every step.
‘One moment.’
Leo’s voice was like iron.
She halted. She turned her head towards him. Saying nothing. Just letting that look of scornful anger sit in her eyes. Totally ignoring the sick fear inside her.
‘Where are you going?’
Her lips pressed together. ‘I’m off duty now, Mr Makarios. So I’m going to get some fresh air.’
Did she sound insolent? She didn’t care.
His brows snapped together.
‘Without a jacket or boots? In the dark?’
She gave a shrug. It cost her, but she did it.
‘Five minutes won’t kill me,’ she returned indifferently.
She went on heading for the vast wooden doors.
It took every ounce of strength she possessed. Every nerve was screaming. Every muscle tearing. Every step was as if she were walking on glass.
The doors seemed a mile away. If she could just reach them and get outside she would be safe.
Safe outdoors. Safe from Leo Makarios’s deadly, dangerous regard, with the bracelet safe in her pocket…
She didn’t mean to. She really, really didn’t mean to. But she could not stop herself. It was an instinct so overpowering that her hand moved of its own accord.
Her fingers brushed along her right thigh, feeling the hidden lumpiness of the rubies. Telling her they were still safe.
She was nearly at the doors. Behind her, she could hear Justin’s voice agitatedly resume, presumably telling his employer all the things the security personnel were doing to recover the missing jewellery.
Her hand was reaching out for the iron ring, to turn it and open the door.
Ten more seconds and I’ll be outside.
Just hold your nerve. Hold it!
‘One moment, if you please, Ms Delane.’
Leo’s command was like ice. Cold and very, very hard.
Anna froze.
She stood, quite immobile, her hand still reaching out to open the front door. She did not turn round. Had no power to do so. No power to do anything except stand there with her mind screaming at her.
She heard his heavy-booted footsteps ringing on the stone flags, walking up to her.
‘I’d like a word with you.’
She twisted her head round slowly, disdainfully. Claws crushed at her stomach, but she knew she had to keep her nerve.
What would she do if she were innocent?
She would be uncooperative, rejecting.
Her mouth tightened.
‘Yes?’ she said stonily.
‘In private.’ His voice was grim.
Deliberately, Anna stared at him. It was hard, punishingly hard, but she met his eyes. They were completely expressionless, and somehow that frightened her even more than if she had seen that look in them she hated.
‘I have nothing to say to you, Mr Makarios,’ she said, in a tight, low voice.
His expression did not change.
‘I have some questions to ask you.’ His voice twisted, and for a second she saw that look flash briefly. ‘Be assured it has nothing to do with the subject you so clearly wish to avoid.’ He gestured with his hand. ‘This way.’
Should she refuse? What would look worse?
If she made too much objection would she draw attention to herself? Arouse suspicions? After all, there was nothing he could know—nothing he could do.
Except ask questions she would find—would have to find!—innocent answers to.
‘Very well,’ she said, in a clipped, tight voice.
She marched off in the direction he was indicating. It was to a door on the far side of the hall, and she had no idea where it led. Behind her she could hear Leo Makarios’s heavy booted tread ringing on the flags. In her stomach acid pooled; her heart was racing.
Be glad about last night! It’s giving you a cover for your obvious tension now!