She must have been mad to tell Paul the truth about her marriage. ‘The virgin bride five years down the road and yet he’s rarely seen in public without some beautiful bimbo clinging to his arm. And you’ve got to admit that that’s a real mystery. ‘Well, the only thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that I may not be your lover, but he isn’t either. ‘And wouldn’t the tabloids just love to get a load of that!’ Paul sniggered. ‘You know we don’t have a normal marriage.’ ‘How could I be?’ She bent her head, her hands clenching tightly together.
‘Considering that on average he only sleeps one night a month under the same roof as you, I could still be sitting here this time next year. If possible, Leah went even paler, a hunted look tightening her exquisite features. ‘Then when are you going to tell him you want a divorce?’ Paul demanded. ‘For all I know, you’re just playing a little game with me while your husband’s out of town.’ Fear sprung up inside her as his handsome face turned hard and cold. ‘I can’t.not yet you know how I feel,’ she muttered in a stifled voice. ‘Why don’t we go back to my apartment?’ Paul ran a finger along her full lower lip and smiled smoothly as her skin heated. Her flawless face between the wings of her sleekly swept up silver-blonde hair was rapt, her sapphire-blue eyes bright as the jewels in her ears. ‘Does it?’ Still unaccustomed to his compliments, Leah looked up at him with a shy uncertainty that was oddly at variance with her designer suit. ‘It gives me a real kick watching every male head turn when you walk by.’ ‘Most men stare at beautiful women.and you are exquisitely beautiful, my love,’ Paul murmured in a low, intimate tone, reaching for her slender-boned hand. ‘That man in the corner is staring at me!’ Leah bent her silver-blonde head, her face flushed and taut. You’re on the wrong side of town to be seen.’ ‘Sorry, I couldn’t get away.’ Short of breath, Leah dropped down on to a seat and couldn’t help spinning another glance around in fearful search of a familiar face. He stood up as she approached, tall, sophisticated and very attractive, and her heart swelled with pride. It was a relief to espy Paul’s golden head in a far corner. She was so terrified of being seen, recognised. A nervous tremor shot through her as she burrowed through the male clusters. She wasn’t tall enough to see past the clumps of business-suited men standing around. It was dark and crowded with lunchtime drinkers. WITH A FLEETING glance over her shoulder, Leah hurried down the steps and into the wine bar.
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