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every second, her eyes closed, her head sunk back on her shoulders.
    When he stopped she felt bereft and hardly without thinking lifted her face for a further kiss.
    He smiled softly and obliged, and for a few long minutes Debra was lost in a new and wonderful world. His was the touch of an expert. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she had no notion to resist.
    Finally he pushed her away. ‘I think that’s enough—for now. For a girl who didn’t want to be made love to you certainly made a quick about turn.’
    She said tightly, defensively, ‘I expect you have no trouble in making anyone give in to you— sooner or later.’
    ‘You little bitch!’ he snarled. ‘You make it sound as though I kissed you for the sheer fun of it!’
    ‘Well, didn’t you?’ she cried. ‘There’s no other reason that I know of. You’ve got your own way with Liz and now you’re trying me out.’
    ‘If I weren’t a gentleman,’ he gritted, eyes blazing, ‘I’d hit you!’
    ‘A bit too near the truth, am I?’ Debra goaded.
    ‘Shut up, damn you!’ he muttered, gripping her shoulders and shaking her violently.
    ‘Let me go!’ she shouted. ‘Never put your hands on me again, Vane Oliver—you’ve had all you’re ever likely to get from me!’
    The fact that his kisses had thrilled her made her all the more angry. She had weakened, allowed herself to be swayed by this man, and because there could be no future in it, it had to stop, right now.
    She was quivering passionately and when he abruptly let her go she fell on to the sand.
    Without even sparing her another glance he strode back to his car. She heard the engine start and then his voice roar into the darkness. ‘If you’re not in this car within ten seconds I’m going without you.’
    Her first thoughts were to remain where she was, but they were a long way from home. Reluctantly she climbed in beside him, sitting stiff in her seat, clinging to the edge as he drove furiously back to the villa.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    Vane left for the office without Debra the next morning. In fact he had gone when she went in to breakfast.
    She had spent a restless night worrying about their argument, knowing she had spoilt their evening, but deciding that he deserved it with his despicable behaviour.
    Worrying too about Liz. She wanted to stay at home and look after her, but Lin Dai assured her there was nothing she could do, and wouldn’t Mr Oliver be annoyed if she did not go?
    Debra could not dispute this, but it was with reluctance that she left the sleeping girl to catch the railway car.
    The top of the Peak was shrouded in mist, as it so often was, and the cool morning air made her head feel clearer, so that by the time she reached her destination things did not look so black as they had on first waking.
    It was not until she walked into the office that she remembered Vane was supposed to accompany her today on her round of visits.
    Her spirits sank. If he was still in the same black mood it would be a far from pleasant experience.
    It was gratifying therefore when Mr Fu informed her that Vane had left his car at her disposal, he himself having gone to mainland Kowloon on the Mass Transit Railway.
    This underground railway system was a new innovation, and having heard of it Debra was keen to try it for herself. Perversely she wished she could have gone with him, consoling herself with the fact that there would be another time.
    His big car took some getting used to, and by the end of the day Debra was 'exhausted. All the factories she visited appeared to be doing the work quite satisfactorily, and she looked forward to reporting to Vane that all was well.
    But when she got home he still had not returned. Liz was up, though, still looking pale and shaky, but assuring Debra that she felt much better.
    ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were ill?’ she scolded gently.
    The girl shrugged and said nothing, and Debra decided not to press the matter. Liz obviously had her own reasons