Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

You can’t deny the evidence of this report,’ Elena reminded him sternly.

‘What evidence?’ Roth demanded. ‘This is a report and an estimate for work on the Rectory-work which I have had carried out at my own expense; the only reason the report and costing is there at all is because I omitted to remove it

when I had the documents copied for you…’

‘You’ve paid for the work on the Rectory yourself?’ Elena queried in disbelief. Roth’s mouth thinned.

‘Perhaps you’d like to see the receipts,’ he challenged her.

‘Yes, I would,’ Elena responded doggedly, refusing to let him cow her even though she could feel her face starting to burn self-consciously and her stomach beginning to churn as she contemplated just how foolish she was going to look if

Roth did produce such receipts.

‘Mrs Elizabeth tells me that you’re going out for dinner this evening.’ elena stared at him, thrown by his abrupt change of subject.

‘Yes. Yes, I am,’ she agreed.

‘There isn’t a decent restaurant for miles,’ he told her, ‘and certainly not one that offers fresh wild salmon; it’s always been one of your favourites…’

‘Perhaps my tastes have changed,’ Elena said a little loftily, adding robustly, ‘Unlike yours…’

As he started to frown she explained sweetly, ‘I saw your… friend. She called at the Rectory just as I was leaving. I’m sure she’d be more than delighted to share your salmon with you, Roth,’ she told him coolly. ‘Now, about those receipts…’ Inwardly Elena shivered a bit as she saw the anger flare in his eyes but outwardly she stood her ground. It was, after all, her job to make sure that the Trust wasn’t cheated-by anyone.

‘Of course,’ Roth told her formally, inclining his head as though in defeat, but then, just as Elena started to draw a relieved breath, he gave her a dangerously vulpine smile and told her softly, ‘But I’m afraid it will have to be this evening as I have a business meeting tomorrow morning and then I shall probably be away for several days…’

‘With your… friend…?’

Later Elena could only despair over whatever it was that had led her to make, such a dangerously betraying and provocative remark, but inexplicably the words were out before she could stop them, causing Roth, who had been on the point of turning away from her, to turn back and slowly scrutinise her from head to foot before asking her softly, ‘If you mean Vicky, is that really any of your business… or the Trust’s…?’

He had caught her out and Elena knew it. It most certainly was not part of her duty as the Trust’s representative to ask any questions about his personal life, and she was mortified that she had done so.

‘If you want to see the receipts for the work on the Rectory then it will have to be this evening, Elena,’ Roth was repeating briskly. ‘Shall we say about eight thirty?’

Before she could say anything else he had gone, striding across the dusty floor and leaving her to watch his departing back. It was a good ten minutes after she had heard the noise of his Land Rover engine die away before Elena felt able to continue with her work. Her intelligence told her that their antagonism was coming between her and the

normally wisely efficient way in which she dealt with even the most awkward of the Trust’s clients, but her emotions refused to allow her to back down, to climb down. If she was wary of him, suspicious of him, then she had every right to be. And every right to as good as accuse him of trying to defraud the Trust?

She started to nibble anxiously at her bottom lip. If she was wrong about him trying to get the Trust to cover the cost of work he had had done on his own home, and if he chose to complain to her boss-Irritably Elena reminded herself why she was here.

*

Although the house wasn’t any larger than others she had dealt with, it certainly seemed to possess far more small interconnecting rooms here on its upper storeys. She rubbed the dust from the window of one of them and peered out at

the countryside spread all around her. From here she could see the river where Ran must have caught his fish. It wound lazily in a long half-loop through the parkland which surrounded the house. Although the terrain here in Derbyshire was very different from that which surrounded Alex’s home, it was disturbingly easy, looking down towards the river, to remember the many happy hours she

had spent with Alex and Roth as a young girl, watching them as they worked together, helping them fish and later learning from them their countryside skills.

One of the ways in which, hopefully, ultimately, Haverton Hall could generate, its own income would be, as Roth had suggested in the initial approach he had made to the Trust, for the house to be let out to large corporations and groups

along with its fishing and shooting rights. The Trust adopted a policy that no game existing on its lands could be killed simply for sport-a very strict culling programme was put in place where necessary and the art of tracking animals was

taught as a skill for its own sake rather than with a view to killing. That had been a condition which she herself had insisted on persuading the trustees to adopt, and it made her stop and frown slightly to herself now as she was forced to remember how it had been Roth who had first shown her that it was not necessary to kill to enjoy such traditional country sports.

*

Roth… Elena was still thinking about him some time later when an exhausting drive through the virtually uninhabited countryside which surrounded the house had

only produced three small villages, not one of which boasted a restaurant. In the small pub in the third village the landlord shook his head when she asked about food and apologised.

‘We don’t have the trade for it round here, although I could perhaps see if there’s any sandwiches left over from lunchtime.’ Smiling wanly, Elena shook her head. She was hungry, very hungry in fact, and had been looking forward to sitting down to a proper hot meal.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

‘There’s a good place over Lintwell way,’ the pub manager was continuing helpfully, ‘but that’s a good twenty-five miles from here.’

Twenty-five miles. Elena stomach was already starting to rumble. Against her will she had a mental vision of Roth’s salmon, pink and poached, served with delicious home-grown baby new potatoes and fresh vegetables and, of course, a proper hollandaise sauce. Her mouth watered.

It was gone seven o’clock now, though, and if she were to drive to Lintwell and back and eat as well that would mean she would be late for her meeting with Roth and there was no way she was going to allow him the opportunity to accuse her of being unprofessional.

Refusing the landlord’s offer of the afternoon’s leftover sandwiches, she made her way back to her car. She would just have to go without a meal tonight, she

told herself firmly; after all, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She was hardly going to starve… But oh, that salmon and… Roth was quite right. It was her favourite.