Chapter 29
Alexandra did not hear from George Mellis again. Not that day, or the next, or the rest of that week. Every time the phone rang, she rushed to pick it up, but she was always disappointed. She could not imagine what had gone wrong. She kept replaying the evening in her mind: I think you are the one woman who could change all that forever, and I telephoned my mother and father and brothers and told them about the wonderful woman I was with tonight. Alexandra went through a litany of reasons why he had not telephoned her.
She had offended him in some way without realizing it.
He liked her too much, was afraid of falling in love with her and had made up his mind never to see her again.
He had decided she was not his type.
He had been in a terrible accident and was lying helpless in a hospital somewhere.
He was dead.
When Alexandra could stand it no longer, she telephoned Eve. Alexandra forced herself to make small talk for a full minute before she blurted out, "Eve, you haven't heard from George Mellis lately, by any chance, have you?"
"Why, no. I thought he was going to call you about dinner."
"We did have dinner - last week."
"And you haven't heard from him since?"
"No."
"He's probably busy."
No one is that busy, Alexandra thought. Aloud she said, "Probably."
"Forget about George Mellis, darling. There's a very attractive Canadian I'd like you to meet. He owns an airline and..."
When Eve had hung up, she sat back, smiling. She wished her grandmother could have known how beautifully she had planned everything.
"Hey, what's eating you?" Alice Koppel asked.
"I'm sorry," Alexandra replied.
She had been snapping at everyone all morning. It had been two full weeks since she had heard from George Mellis, and Alexandra was angry - not with him, but with herself for not being able to forget him. He owed her nothing. They were strangers who had shared an evening together, and she was acting as though she expected him to marry her, for God's sake. George Mellis could have any woman in the world. Why on earth would he want her?
Even her grandmother had noticed how irritable she had become. "What's the matter with you, child? Are they working you too hard at that agency?"
"No, Gran. It's just that I - I haven't been sleeping well lately."
When she did sleep, she had erotic dreams about George Mellis. Damn him! She wished Eve had never introduced him to her.
The call came at the office the following afternoon. "Alex? George Mellis." As though she didn't hear that deep voice in her dreams.
"Alex? Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here." She was filled with mixed emotions. She did not know whether to laugh or cry. He was a thoughtless, selfish egotist, and she did not care whether she ever saw him again.
"I wanted to call you sooner," George apologized, "but I just returned from Athens a few minutes ago."
Alexandra's heart melted. "You've been in Athens?"
"Yes. Remember the evening we had dinner together?"
Alexandra remembered.
"The next morning Steve, my brother, telephoned me - My father had a heart attack."
"Oh, George!" She felt so guilty for having thought such terrible things about him. "How is he?"
"He's going to be all right, thank God. But I felt as though I was being torn in pieces. He begged me to come back to Greece and take over the family business."
"Are you going to?" She was holding her breath.
"No."
She exhaled.
"I know now that my place is here. There isn't one day or one hour that's gone by that I haven't thought about you. When can I see you?"
Now! "I'm free for dinner this evening."
He was almost tempted to name another of Alexandra's favorite restaurants. Instead he said, "Wonderful. Where would you like to dine?"
"Anywhere. I don't care. Would you like to have dinner at the house?"
"No." He was not ready to meet Kate yet. Whatever you do, stay away from Kate Blackwell for now. She's your biggest obstacle. "I'll pick you up at eight o'clock," George told her.
Alexandra hung up, kissed Alice Koppel, Vince Barnes and Marty Bergheimer and said, "I'm off to the hairdresser. I'll see you all tomorrow."
They watched her race out of the office.
"It's a man," Alice Koppel said.
They had dinner at Maxwell's Plum. A captain led them past the crowded horseshoe bar near the front door and up the stairs to the dining room. They ordered.
"Did you think about me while I was away?" George asked.
"Yes." She felt she had to be completely honest with this man - this man who was so open, so vulnerable. "When I didn't hear from you, I thought something terrible might have happened. I - I got panicky. I don't think I could have stood it another day."
Full marks for Eve, George thought. Sit tight, Eve had said. I'll tell you when to call her. For the first time George had the feeling the plan really was going to work. Until now he had let it nibble at the edges of his mind, toying with the idea of controlling the incredible Blackwell fortune, but he had not really dared believe it. It had been merely a game that he and Eve had been playing. Looking at Alexandra now, seated across from him, her eyes filled with naked adoration, George Mellis knew it was no longer just a game. Alexandra was his. That was the first step in the plan. The other steps might be dangerous, but with Eve's help, he would handle them.
We're in this together all the way, George, and we'll share everything right down the middle.
George Mellis did not believe in partners. When he had what he wanted, when he had disposed of Alexandra, then he would take care of Eve. That thought gave him enormous pleasure.
"You're smiling," Alexandra said.
He put his hand over hers, and his touch warmed her. "I was thinking how nice it was our being here together. About our being anywhere together." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a jewel box. "I brought something for you from Greece."
"Oh, George..."
"Open it, Alex."
Inside the box was an exquisite diamond necklace.
"It's beautiful."
It was the one he had taken from Eve. It's safe to give it to her, Eve had told him. She's never seen it.
"It's too much. Really."
"It's not nearly enough. I'll enjoy watching you wear it."
"I - " Alexandra was trembling. "Thank you."
He looked at her plate. "You haven't eaten anything."
"I'm not hungry."
He saw the look in her eyes again and felt the familiar soaring sense of power. He had seen that look in the eyes of so many women: beautiful women, ugly women, rich women, poor women. He had used them. In one way or another, they had all given him something. But this one was going to give him more than all of them put together.
"What would you like to do?" His husky voice was an invitation.
She accepted it, simply and openly. "I want to be with you."
George Mellis had every right to be proud of his apartment. It was a tasteful jewel of a place, furnished by grateful lovers - men and women - who had tried to buy his affection with expensive gifts, and had succeeded, always temporarily.
"It's a lovely apartment," Alexandra exclaimed.
He went over to her and slowly turned her around so that the diamond necklace twinkled in the subdued lighting of the room. "It becomes you, darling."
And he kissed her gently, and then more urgently, and Alexandra was hardly aware when he led her into the bedroom. The room was done in tones of blue, with tasteful, masculine furniture. In the center of the room stood a large, king-size bed. George took Alexandra in his arms again and found that she was shaking. "Are you all right, kale' mou?"
"I - I'm a little nervous." She was terrified that she would disappoint this man. She took a deep breath and started to unbutton her dress.
George whispered, "Let me." He began to undress the exquisite blonde standing before him, and he remembered Eve's words: Control yourself. If you hurt Alexandra, if she finds out what a pig you really are, you'll never see her again. Do you understand that? Save your fists for your whores and your pretty little boys.
And so George tenderly undressed Alexandra and studied her nakedness. Her body was exactly the same as Eve's: beautiful and ripe and full. He had an overwhelming desire to bruise the white, delicate skin; to hit her, choke her, make her scream. If you hurt her, you'll never see her again.