Roberta Leigh - Give A Man A Bad Name Page 4

  She reminded herself of this as she touched eyeliner to her chestnut-brown eyes, and centre-parted her hair for it to fall sleek and straight to below her shoulders.

  If my family saw me now, she thought humorously, they'd walk right by me!

  She proved this conclusively when a security guard she had seen for the past seven days stopped her and asked whom she wished to see as she crossed the hotel lobby and mounted the stairs to the mezzanine floor and offices. Hiding a smile, she answered him in Thai, telling him who she was.

  His astonishment was gratifying, antf in a conspiratorial whisper she fed him the story Nan had suggested. He chuckled and slapped his thigh, and enjoining him to warn his colleagues to keep her secret, she went into her office.

  The air-conditioning kept the Riverside comfortably cool, yet despite this she found working in a cheong- sam too warm, and was wondering how to make herself comfortable when Alex Hamilton strode in, thick, tawny hair ruthlessly brushed flat, though an errant strand in the front was beginning to curl.

  Gracefully she rose, placed her palms together, and waied him.

  'Don't do that to me,' he said instantly. 'It isn't necessary.'

  'We always greet our superiors this way.'

  'I'm not your superior; I'm your employer.'

  'You are playing with words, Mr Hamilton.'

  'You agreed to call me Alex.'

  'Not in the office. It wouldn't be seemly.'

  'Now how did I know you were going to say that?' he smiled, coming to stand directly in front of her. 'I must be psychic!' Wood-smoke eyes ranged slowly over her as if committing her to memory. 'Since we met, I haven't been able to stop thinking of you.'

  Many men had said the same to her, but none had made her heart beat faster, as it was now doing, and she wondered if it was because of the intensity of his gaze, as if she was the only woman in his world Worth concentrating on. But then he was the sort of man who would do everything with intensity: loving and hating, working or playing. And playing the field too, she thought grimly. Like it or not, he was a born heart- breaker.

  'Have you been thinking of meV he broke into her thoughts.

  'Oh, yes.' He looked delighted, and she added prosaically, 'I've been working out the software you will require, and I'd like to discuss my ideas with you.'

  'I've more than a few ideas for you myself,' he quipped, the smile on his lips dying as she froze him with a look.

  'Please don't make it embarrassing for me to work with you, Mr Hamilton, or I'll have to ask 3S to find a replacement.'

  'Are you always such a stickler for protocol?'

  'We are brought up to believe in it.' Marly pretended to hesitate, then said diffidently, 'You may find it interesting to read a book on our customs. There are several good ones available.'

  'I'll ask my secretary to get them all! It won't do me any good if I keep offending you!'

  'You haven't offended me. I always make allowances for people.'

  His startled expression showed he was unused to being put in his place, and she hoped she hadn't overplayed her hand. But the wry smile he gave her was reassuring, and she glided over to her desk, wondering how to appear gentle and shy while talking high technology. It was going to be tricky but she had to manage it.

  'While I was waiting for you to return from abroad,' she said, careful to keep her voice soft, 'I prepared a questionnaire I would libs each hotel guest to fill in when they arrive.'

  'What sort of questions?'

  For answer, she took a four-page folder from the drawer of her desk and gave it to him.

  Raising an eyebrow in surprise at the size of it, he perched on the side of her desk to peruse it. From beneath her thick, straight lashes, she studied him. This morning he was formally dressed in a dark business suit—the only concession to the tropical climate being its lightweight material.

  It was the first occasion she had seen him close up in daylight, and not even the bright sunlight could find a flaw in the symmetry of his features. Indeed he was so preposterously handsome that he might have been thought effeminate, were it not for the firmness of the wide, sensual mouth, the imperiousness of the long, firm nose, and the strength in the well defined eyebrows, several shades darker than the tawny hair swept back from his high forehead.

  'This questionnaire is very in-depth,' he commented, raising his head. 'I'm impressed.'

  'Thank you. If I know the likes and dislikes of everyone who stays here, I can devise software to help you solve any problems that may arise with food, recreational facilities, bedroom requirements and '

  'Bedroom requirements?' His mouth quirked, though his voice remained serious.

  'Yes, Mr Hamilton.' Her voice was as serious as his. 'Some guests dislike room service entering their suite, others object to their beds being turned down, and when it comes to air-conditioning, your staff say the complaints are legion.'

  'And how! We've even had requests for duvets. Duvets in the tropics,' he reiterated. 'They must be bloody mad!'

  Deliberately she flinched, and he stopped short. 'Anything wrong?'

  'I'm not used to obscenities.'

  'I'd hardly call bl——— ' He stopped abruptly. 'Sorry.'

  'I accept your apology,' she said primly, wondering how he'd react if she repeated some of her brothers' colourful language.

  'I don't believe your fellow countrymen never swear,' Alex muttered.

  'Only when they lose their temper. But you hadn't. You were merely expressing a thought aggressively.'

  She hid a grin as chagrin darted across his face, and silently applauded herself for making him feel uncomfortable. 'Forgive me for commenting on your behaviour, Mr Hamilton. You're my superior and '

  'Not that again,' he cut in. 'And stop this "Mr," nonsense. When we're alone, it's Alex.'

  Afraid she had annoyed him, she smiled at him tentatively, and the way he studied her mouth gave her the assurance she required. Alex Hamilton might have a love 'em and leave 'em reputation, but right now he was definitely at the love 'em stage!

  'May we continue our business discussion?' she asked.

  'By all means. But first you should realise that most luxury hotels offer the same facilities we do, but where I believe we can score points is by making our guests feel at home.'

  'How?' 'By ensuring that the second time they stay in one of our hotels, that hotel knows their foibles before they arrive; that way we can put their favourite drinks and flowers in their room, the reception clerk can enquire about their children or their wife '

  'Whether they prefer morning coffee to tea,' Marly cut in, 'or bath-towels to robes! That's easy. All I need do is enlarge the questionnaire.'

  'How long before you can let us have the software?'

  'It depends on the problems I come across.'

  Alex's mouth crooked in a half-smile. 'I suppose it's part of your job to make it sound complex. How else could 3S justify their fee?'

  'If you think I'd be party to such a———- '

  'I was teasing,' he said quickly. 'I've no idea of their charges. That's our finance director's province.'

  'I see.' Her annoyance, which was genuine, faded. 'I'm sorry I misunderstood you.'

  'Misunderstandings seem par for our course.'

  'I agree.' She paused deliberately before continuing. 'For that reason, it would be better if we didn't see each other socially.'

  'You're joking?' The astonishment on his face told her no female had ever said such a thing to him. 'I thought you liked me.'

  'I do.'

  'Then why——- ?'

  'Because it will create problems.'

  'How?'

  'Do you often date your staff?'

  'No. This is a first.'

  'Why are you making an exception of me?’

  'Because you're an exceptional young woman.'

  'Exceptional?' Wide-eyed, she gazed at him, and he lowered his head towards her so that she saw the silver flecks in his grey eyes.

  'You a
re intelligent, charming, and very feminine.'

  'So are thousands of other women.'

  'But you don't flaunt your intelligence.'

  In other words I'm docile, Marly thought, and knew her plan was succeeding. He had probably dated intelligent women by the hundred, but one who also deferred to him constantly was a novelty not to be lightly discarded! Slowly she turned away, affording him a view of her small, straight nose and sweetly curved mouth.

  'Are you always embarrassed by compliments?' he quizzed.

  'If they come from my employer.'

  'Can't you just see me as a man who wants to know you better?'

  Certain that he meant 'know’ in the biblical sense, Marly longed to cut him down to size, but knowing this would put paid to her plans for him, she swallowed her ire and gave him one of her shy smiles.

  'No comment?' he ventured.

  'It wouldn't be seemly.'

  'I bet I'm going to hear that pretty often!' He leaned closer to her. 'Are you free to have dinner with me tonight?'

  'I have another engagement,' she lied.

  'Tomorrow, then?'

  His persistence was gratifying, but she had no intention of making it easy for him. Let him sweat a little!

  'I'm sorry, but I promised Nan's mother I would be home to dinner.'

  'Have a drink with me beforehand?'

  'Thank you.'

  'I'll call for you here and we'll go up to the Rivertop. We promote it as having the best view and the best cocktails in Bangkok, and I'd like to pee how honest our advertising is!'

  As the door shut behind him, Marly danced a little jig around the room. Her long, tight skirt hampered her and she sat down giggling, and stared at her blank computer screen. Blank? Then why was Alex Hamilton's face filling it? She poked her tongue at it and the image vanished.

  Although she had no regrets about her charade, she knew that by encouraging him to fall in love with her she was playing a dangerous game. He was the handsomest, most interesting man she had met, and if she wasn't careful she could emulate Andrea and, she suspected, every other woman with whom he came in contact, and fall madly in love with him.

  Yet she had one advantage. She knew the man behind the mask. Not for her the rose-coloured spectacles of innocence. She saw him for the philanderer he was, and that should be enough to keep her immune to him.

  So absorbed was she in thought that the telephone rang twice before she heard it. It was Kevin, to see if she was free to go to the cinema with him that evening. Glad the engagement she had pretended to have was now an actuality, she accepted at once. Besides, it would be a relief to be herself again.

  'What are we seeing?' she asked.

  'The new Spielberg. It's the opening night, and I've unexpectedly been given two tickets. I'll pick you up at seven-thirty.'

  An evening with a nice uncomplicated man would help her put Alex into perspective, and remind her he wasn't the only handsome male in the world. Except that Kevin, attractive though he was, left her cold. On the credit side, though, she couldn't envisage him two-timing anyone, and that, as far as she was concerned, was a great big plus.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Returning home to shower and change, Marly wished Nan wasn't working late, for they both enjoyed their pre-dinner gossip, and right now she had plenty to gossip about!

  She was dressed and ready half an hour before Kevin was due, and enjoyed wearing her own clothes. She had gone slightly overboard, with citron and white linen a dramatic contrast against her olive skin, and the smooth sleekness of her centre-parted hairstyle had been replaced by her usual one of tonged curls cascading to her shoulders.

  'Here comes the Marly I recognise!' Nan's mother exclaimed as the girl she had seen grow from a tomboy into a beautiful woman entered the living-room, high- heeled sandals clicking on the polished wood floor. 'I take it you aren't seeing Mr Hamilton tonight?'

  'Thank heavens, no. It's an awful strain pretending to be a docile young lady and agreeing with everything he says.'

  'There's no reason why you can't disagree with him,' the older woman stated. 'In the last ten years my countrywomen have become much more emancipated, and many of them run big companies and are highly successful.'

  'Alex hasn't realised that, so I'm still playing up to his outmoded ideas!'

  'He'll change than when he's lived here a little longer.'

  Marly knew this to be true, for the twentieth century, with its satellite television and world-wide communication, was having the same impact here as in the West. Yet family bonds were still important, religion remained strong, and young people continued to treat their parents with respect.

  Professor Damrong came in, and watching him greet his wife—smiling without touching, the smile itself being an embrace—Marly thought it a nicer salutation than the meaningless peck on the cheek of a Western couple.

  A few moments later Kevin arrived, and after a drink and the usual social chat they set off for the cinema.

  'The professor was telling me what a success the show was,' he commented as they strolled down the street in search of a cab. 'I wish I could have seen your act.'

  Marly almost told him she was still acting, then decided against it. Alex Hamilton was occupying enough of her thoughts without allowing him to impinge on her evening with Kevin.

  An empty cab cruised past and he flagged it down and ushered her inside. But they had only gone a few blocks when she asked the driver to stop.

  'I think we'll be better off walking the rest of the way,' she suggested. 'This traffic jam is dreadful.'

  'Suits me.' Kevin paid the fare and helped her out. 'As long as your high heels are up to it!'

  'It isn't my heels that worry me,' she laughed, 'it's the heat. How did the world manage before the invention of air-conditioning?'

  'With difficulty! If I'd been born a hundred years ago I'd have moved to Iceland.'

  'You'll be happy as a sandboy when you're in the cinema,' Marly assured him. 'They generally keep the temperature Siberian!'

  He laughed and caught her hand, not letting it go until they reached their destination.

  Having been to the cinema often during her visits to Bangkok, Marly was unsurprised by their size and decor.

  Thai cinemas were a throw-back to the large, lavishly decorated ones of the forties and fifties.

  The huge foyer was crowded, and as Kevin squeezed a path for them through the throng, some instinct made her look sharply to her left.

  Oh, no! Dismayed, she stared at a dark gold head towering above all the other ones. Just her bad luck that Alex Hamilton was here! Any second now he would turn and see her as her real self. She ducked behind a large woman, wondering if Kevin would notice if she bent her knees and mimicked the walk of Groucho Marx! Of course there was always the hope that in this crush Alex wouldn't spot her, and if their seats weren't near each other… Yet it wasn't a chance she was prepared to take. If they didn't come face to face now, it might still happen in the interval or as they went out!

  'You OK?' Kevin asked.

  'Yes.' She thought quickly. 'I want to go to the powder- room before we sit down.'

  'I'll wait for you here.'

  Keeping her head low, she weaved through the crowds, breathing a sigh of relief as she entered the cloakroom.

  A gaggle of giggling girls monopolised the mirror that lined one wall and, deciding against redoing her hair in front of an audience, Marly went into a toilet cubicle to do it.

  She was trembling, and she stood quietly for a moment, chiding herself for getting in such a state. Heavens! The worst that could happen was that Alex Hamilton would see her as she was and wonder why she had embarked on her charade, and it wouldn't be much of a problem to come up with a satisfactory reason.

  But the image of Andrea's gaunt face revived her fighting spirit, and with steady hands she took a small hairbrush from her bag and, with fierce strokes, brushed out the curls until her hair was as nature had intended; then she carefully parted it in the
centre and combed it down either side of her face. Instantly her face was transformed, the gamine beauty giving way to a serene one.

  Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about her dress; amusingly sexy when worn by Amalia Bradshaw, it was incongruous—and all the more startling—when worn by smooth-haired, gently mannered Marly. She hitched the low neckline as high as possible, but it still showed a lot of cleavage… Oh, well, she had done the best she could. Snapping shut her bag, she hurried out to Kevin, interested to see what he would make of her transformation.

  The foyer was emptying rapidly, giving him a good look at her as she came towards him.

  'Why the quick change?' he questioned. 'And what for?'

  ' Who for?' she corrected, and waited until they were seated—breathing easier when she glimpsed Alex Hamilton some distance in front of her—before explaining to Kevin what she had meant. 'I'm playing a joke on my boss. He's here and I didn't want him to see me au naturel. I'll fill you in properly later.'

  'I'll hold you to that,' Kevin said, still bemused. "There's more drama being with you than on the screen!'

  She made a face at him and he chuckled as they settled back to enjoy the film.

  Though it was an entertaining piece of escapism, Marly's thoughts centred on Alex. Was he here because like herself he was a Spielberg fan, or because it was the right place to be seen? She knew so little about him, and wished she'd had more time to question Andrea. She had half a mind to write and tell her what she was doing, but decided against it. Time enough to do so when Alex had bitten the dust.

  Two hours later, as the final credits faded from the screen, she moved slowly up the aisle. Though there was now no reason for Alex not to see her, inexplicably she still wanted to avoid him, but it was not to be, for he was chatting in the foyer to a European couple, beside him a young and pretty blonde. Across her head he glimpsed Marly, and murmuring something to the girl, he sauntered towards her.

  'Hello, Marly,' he said. 'This is an unexpected pleasure.'

  Composedly she waied him, irritably aware how insignificant he made all other men appear. A beige suit emphasised his height and wide shoulders, the pale colour heightening the bronze tan of his skin and drawing attention to his thick, tawny hair. There was no doubt he was a lion of a man and, like the king of the jungle, had the same air of confidence and supremacy.