The Helen Bianchin Collection (Mills & Boon E-Book Collections) by Helen Bianchin

compelled to relay a few of my own to Anne-Marie when next I see her.’
    ‘Anne-Marie,’ André returned, with a Gallic shrug, ‘is in no doubt as to what manner of man I am.’
    ‘Are you about to destroy my illusions?’ Elise queried lightly, and incurred his slight smile. His eyes, however, assumed inscrutability.
    ‘What illusions do you refer to, chérie ?’
    ‘That you might be an exception to most successful men and have chosen not to have both wife and mistress?’
    André’s gaze didn’t waver, and she met it fearlessly, aware of the sudden stillness in the room. ‘If a man values his family, and his wife meets his needs,’ he offered quite gently, ‘why would there be the necessity for him to take a mistress?’
    She was stepping into dangerous territory, but she didn’t care. ‘The challenge it represents, perhaps? Excitement?’ She managed a careless shrug. ‘Would you consider it fair for a wife to expect her needs also to be met?’
    Alejandro’s voice was pure silk. ‘You are lodging a subtle complaint, querida ?’
    It took all her acting ability, but she managed a light incredulous laugh. ‘How could I begin to fault you?’ She reached out a placating hand, and sat quite still as he took hold of it and raised her fingers to his lips.
    It was a deliberate gesture, and she glimpsed the dark gleam in his eyes, a watchfulness that sent warning flares licking the taut edge of her nerves.
    He knew. Perhaps not precisely when her memory had returned, but there was no doubt he was aware that she had experienced a total recall.
    ‘Shall we adjourn to the lounge for coffee?’ Alejandro suggested smoothly.
    Somehow Elise managed to get through the rest of the evening. If André sensed that her conversation was a little too bright, he gave no indication.
    ‘You must excuse me,’ André said at last. ‘It is late, and I must return to my hotel.’ He crossed to her side. ‘Thank you for a most enjoyable evening.’ He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, then held it a fraction longer than was necessary. ‘Alejandro must bring you to Paris,’ he said gently. ‘It would give Anne-Marie much pleasure.’
    ‘Indeed,’ Alejandro concurred as they moved through to the front of the house.
    Elise turned away from the door the instant the car’s tail-lights cleared the gates, acutely conscious of Alejandro’s actions as he re-set the alarm system.
    Apprehension prickled at the back of her neck as she made for the stairs. The anger that had lain dormant since this afternoon rose to the fore, darkening her eyes and reining her mouth into a firm line.
    Entering the bedroom, she slipped off her shoes, then reached for the zip-fastening at the back of her dress.
    Alejandro came into the room as she began a third fruitless attempt to slide the fastener down, and she didn’t utter a word as he crossed to complete the task.
    With extreme care she stepped out of the dress and placed it over a nearby chair, watching out of the corner of her eye as he discarded his jacket and removed his tie.
    ‘When did it happen?’
    His voice was quiet, deadly, and she turned slowly to face him, unwilling to prevaricate.
    Eyes as dark as onyx were filled with a chilling intensity, and her chin tilted fractionally as she prepared to oppose him.
    ‘This afternoon. In the obstetrician’s waiting-room.’ Her eyes sparked with green fire. ‘A photograph of Savannah in a magazine acted as the trigger, giving me total recollection in slow motion.’
    His expression darkened fractionally, and he reached out a hand, catching hold of her chin between thumb and forefinger, tightening his grasp when she attempted to wrench it away.
    Elise’s eyes flared a brilliant topaz-flecked emerald in unspoken challenge. ‘ Why? ’ she demanded. ‘Why did you deceive me?’
    He held her effortlessly, his expression an inscrutable mask. His silence angered her immeasurably.
    ‘Dammit, answer me!’
    His eyes became bleak, and his