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.Bring them yourself, and we can talk while we eat.’Gwen’s laughter diluted his heavy hint of seduction.‘I can’t take time off from the kitchens when we’re so busy! I’ll have something ready by the time you’ve sent a car down from the chateau.But don’t tell your friends.This isn’t a takeaway.It’s a special service for my very own business angel.’‘You’re too kind,’ he said in honeyed tones.‘But I can imagine what my chefs would say if I allowed you to do that.For you to bring me some titbits made with your own beautiful hands would be one thing.To send out for them would be disastrous.My staff would think I was heading down the trail leading to dial-a-pizza and popcorn in front of the flat screen.I would have a riot on my hands.They would abandon me.I’d be forced to exist on fast food and fizzy soft drinks.’Gwen gave up and laughed.‘Fine, then.Even I can’t condemn you to such a fate.’‘Good.Then I shall see you for lunch at the restaurant in a few minutes.’‘You’ll have to sit at the table in my office, mind.It’s the only place I can fit you in!’ For a few seconds Gwen laughed with an ease she hadn’t felt for weeks.Talking with Etienne always made everything all right again.‘That doesn’t worry me at all.The satisfaction of walking through a packed restaurant will make up for having to eat in the office!’ He joked so warmly it almost took Gwen’s mind off her sudden, unexpected swell of nausea…Etienne was still smiling as he reached the restaurant, a few minutes later.He had been furious at the news that there would be no table waiting for him.Then Gwen had come on the line and he remembered switching into seduction mode automatically when he first heard her.But, for the first time in his life, it had not worked immediately.Gwen had laughed and humoured him, but she hadn’t giggled like a schoolgirl.She had kept a firm grip on the situation.In Etienne’s experience, women rarely objected to charm and the chance to stop what they were doing to talk to him.Gwen certainly did make him work a little harder and, to his surprise, he thoroughly enjoyed it! She was playing hard to get and he’d heard it mentioned that a pleasure postponed was always sweeter.This was going to be a lunch to remember.It was just as well he didn’t realise exactly how memorable it would turn out to be.As Etienne strode into the restaurant his smile soon faded.Greetings and waves were ignored as he scanned the packed tables.Gwen was nowhere to be seen.It was one of her inflexible rules that no guest was left to linger in the reception area.Within seconds the new receptionist appeared and directed him towards the bar.‘Where is Mademoiselle le chef?’‘I’m afraid she’s indisposed at the moment, monsieur.Can I help you?’‘Gwen is arranging a table for me in her office,’ he said smoothly, as the girl looked in need of an explanation.‘That might be rather difficult, monsieur.Her office is in use at the moment.I’ll get you a drink.’Etienne ordered a martini he didn’t want.He scanned the crowd, looking for Gwen’s beautiful face and listening for her laughter.He was getting impatient but when he looked at his watch it was to see that barely ten minutes had gone by since he arrived.It felt like several lifetimes.What was going on? She was always a professional to her fingertips, but there was no sign of her anywhere today.He took his drink over to a seat in the corner of the bar area.It gave him a good view of the whole restaurant, but not the one thing he really wanted.Running a finger idly around the rim of his glass, he waited.Time passed, but she did not appear.Unused to waiting for anything, Etienne became restless.Something must have happened.It was unthinkable for his arrangements to be delayed like this.She knew he was coming.Where was she?He was about to walk over and rap on her office door when it was flung open wide.Gwen emerged with a smile and a quip for the nearest diners, but Etienne was not fooled for a second.Pausing only briefly to give a distracted greeting to his cousin the duke, he moved quickly across the room to her side.‘Gwen? What is it?’‘Etienne! I hope we haven’t kept you waiting!’‘That doesn’t matter.It’s you I’m worried about.You look terrible.’ His gaze sharpened.‘What’s the matter?’‘Nothing.I’m fine.It’s all perfectly under control.’She turned to walk away.He grabbed her arm to stop her, but used a little too much force.She yelped, causing him to release his hold but it was too late.Everyone within earshot looked up.‘I’m sorry, I trod on mademoiselle’s toe,’ Etienne explained, smoothly bundling Gwen back into her office.There he slammed the door and leaned back against it.‘There’s no escape until you tell me what is going on.’‘You wanted lunch here.’She hesitated, and her features moved in a way that worried him.When she spoke again it was with an obvious effort.‘I was getting the room ready.After all, I can’t expect a French count to eat off a tray, can I?’ She tried to laugh, but it was no use.Looking around the office with its neatly ordered files of paperwork and pot plants, Etienne knew she had been doing nothing of the sort.There was a cold compress, a glass of iced water and a large bowl on the coffee table.‘I’m not buying that excuse.You’re too pale, Gwen.And you’ve got such dark circles under your eyes.’ Stretching out one finger, he touched her cheek experimentally.Gwen shrank away from his touch.‘You’re sick, aren’t you?’ he persisted.Her eyes popped in horror.‘No! Don’t say that word in here! If the customers hear, they’ll think it’s food poisoning.I’ll be closed down!’‘It isn’t, is it?’Gwen was horrified by his suggestion.‘Of course not, no! I’m scrupulous about hygiene.I eat exactly the same thing as all the rest of the staff, and no one else has suffered so much as a headache for weeks.’Etienne watched her closely.Now he came to study her with a financier’s mentality rather than the eye of lust he noticed that the curves he remembered so fondly were not quite as generous as before.‘When you can keep it down,’ he suggested.‘You’ve lost weight, Gwen.’‘Everyone does in summer.It’s the heat and all the salads.I’m fine, Etienne, really.’He made a noise in his throat, hinting at his deep scepticism.‘OK…as long as you’re sure.’Gwen had hardly finished nodding before the most awful feeling washed over her again.She lurched for the bowl and was heartily sick.Etienne was there with words of encouragement, but his attitude changed the moment she tried to tell him it was nothing.‘It’s far from nothing, Gwen.You’re too ill to work.I’m going to call my doctor, and then I’m taking you home.You’re not setting one foot inside this restaurant again until we’ve found out what this is all about.’The fact she was too weak to argue gave him no pleasure at all.Hustling her out the back way with a quick word to the receptionist, he drove to her cottage at top speed.She was still wobbly as she got out of the car [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]