IN BED WITH THE BOSS

“I am not making the scene-you are! Now-let-me-go!” With an angry tug she managed to yank her wrist free. As he went to grab hold of her again, she pushed at his body with her two clenched fists and enough angry strength to make him stagger back a small step, giving her just enough space to slither around him and get away.

Shaking inside with anger and reaction, she hurried out onto the pool terrace. Scared that he might be following her but determined not to look back and check, she made for the first group of people she saw standing by the swimming pool, and with a deep breath to calm her unsteady breathing, she ventured close enough for them to notice her, and smiled gratefully when they widened the circle to invite her to join in.

What the hell just happened? She had no idea who the man was? And all that talk about his sister and Scott, what was all that about? Her eyes glazed and her wrist was hurting, she noticed, carefully rubbing the place where he had dug into her bones. Someone offered her a glass of champagne. She smiled as she took it, and hoped the thoughtful person could not see the strain in her eyes.

She thought about taking a sip from her glass but she knew she would not be able to swallow. Her throat felt thick and her nerves were still jangling like mad. It was dark outside now and the air was cooler than it had been earlier. Soft lighting had been switched on to light the way to the marquee set up in the garden and the pool glittered a soft aqua blue.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

She caught the smooth deep tones of Scott’s voice and turned to watch him appear in the doorway leading back into the main reception room. He was flanked either side by Augustus Cowell and Michele, his beautiful flame-haired wife. All three of them were smiling, relaxed-friends by their easy manner with one another.

Someone called out, “Hey, Michele! When are you going to feed us?” And Michele Cowell’s light laughter filled the terrace, making Vivian find a small smile too because the laughter was contagious. Then a hand arrived in the center of her back and pushed, propelling her forward. For a moment she teetered like a ballerina on the tips of her toes, fighting the momentum trying to pitch her forwards, her eyes wide as she stared into the lit blue depths of the swimming pool.

Then she lost the battle and the next thing she knew she was falling, her sharp cry of shock the last thing she remembered before she sank beneath the depths of the cool blue waters.

Scott was grabbing her arms even as she broke through the surface again, winded and gasping for breath. It was his fiercely clenched face she first focused on, his blazing black eyes, as he hauled her up and out of the water like a quivering, shivering, dripping wet rag.

Camera bulbs flashed in the stunning silence that hung over the pool terrace. Still too shocked to care right now, her fingers clutched at the bunched muscles in Scott’s forearms in an effort to remain standing upright. Her legs had turned to jelly and she’d lost her shoes in the tumble. Her hair had come loose and now it was dripping all over her face, and stinging hot tears were hurting her eyes.

“What happened?” Scott roughed out harshly.

“I would swear someone gave her a push,” a disembodied voice claimed, and hearing someone say it out loud like that sent the air choking from her lungs on a broken sob.

Cursing softly, Scott tried to fold her into the shelter of his arms but she held back. “I will wet you.” She said,

“Do you think I care about that?” A large warm towel arrived around her shoulders and she huddled into it gratefully, shivering badly now as the cool evening air struck deep into her wet skin.

“Are you all right, Vivian-?” It was only when she heard Michele Cowell’s anxious question that she realized it must be her hostess who’d been so quick to produce the towel she was huddling into. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

With a shake of her head Vivian made an effort to pull herself together, found the strength to push her wet hair from her face and discovered that her wrist was still hurting.

“I’m OK,” she shivered out, fighting to slow the pounding pump of her heartbeat. She managed to let out a small shrill laugh. “I don’t know how that h-happened but I will not be offended if you believe I am drunk” An appreciative ripple of laughter ran around the terrace. After that, people began to relax and talk again, giving her a chance to try and take stock of what she must look like. Staring down she saw that her dress was ruined, her bare toes curling into the cold white tiling in between the solid plant of Scott’s black shoes.

“Let me take care of her, Scott” their hostess said quietly. “She needs to get out of those wet clothes.”

It was only then that Vivian became aware of the way he was still holding her and of the fierce tension gripping him. Lifting her face up to look at him she discovered that without her shoes she had a long way to look up. Tall, dark, heart-shakingly gorgeous, it was like looking at the gladiator she’d first seen at that party, the flashing eyes, the fiercely clenched angular jaw, the tightly flattened mouth.

Feeling her looking at him, his black eyelashes flickering, he tilted his dark head to look down at her with a simmering shot of barely suppressed fury that made her suck in an unsteady breath.

“I’m-OK,” she said again, feeling the strangest need to reassure him. “It was just such a sh-shock to hit the water like that.”

“Were you pushed?” he asked.

Quiet though his voice sounded Vivian still recognised the danger it attempted to suppress. A careful glance to her left and to her right told her that some people were still standing around staring at them. The odd flashbulb reminded her that the whole incident had probably been caught on camera a hundred times over. Michele and Augustus Cowell stood close by, and like Scott they too were waiting to hear her response.

Moistening her trembling lips, she lowered her eyes while she tried to decide how to answer. Did she lie and say she did not know how it happened, or did she tell the truth and admit she suspected that the man who had approached her earlier had pushed her into the pool?

“Perhaps I slipped.” She went for the least sensational option, then frowned in confusion as Scott increased the tension in the grip he still held her in.

“Come on, Vivian” Michele Cowell sounded relieved though, as her arm came to rest across her shivering shoulders. “Let’s get you dry and find you something to wear…”

“I’ll call for the helicopter,” Scott said.

“No, you will not!” Vivian reacted hotly. “I have no wish for people to think that I am a wimp!” she breathed fiercely, unaware that their host and hostess were staring in surprise at her hot, hushed flare of temper. “I am wet and bedraggled and I saw the camera bulbs flashing. Tomorrow I will be plastered all over the papers looking like this, and you wish to turn me into a bigger joke by hauling me away?”

“Augustus will deal with the press, Vivian,” Michele assured her quickly. “Oh, do let go of her, Scott, she is not going to fall apart if you do!”

The fact that both Vivian and Michele had snapped at him seemed to wake Scott up from wherever he had gone off to since he’d pulled her out of the pool. With a final flexing of impressive clenched muscles he dropped his arms away and took a step back, allowing Michele to lead her away.

“My security people are checking film footage to find out what happened,” Augustus Cowell informed him quietly. “Fortunately we have a five-minute delay on what’s transmitted on television, so the incident will not go up on the screens.”

“So you think she was pushed,” Scott said grimly.

“You saw the way she went in there, Scott” Augustus responded. “She either jumped or she was pushed. Which do you think it was?”

Augustusmoved away, then began ushering his guests down to the marquee, leaving Scott to mull over his sardonic question with his angry eyes shuttered while he replayed the moment in his head. The crush around the pool had been heavy but he’d picked Vivian out of the crowd the moment he stepped outside.

She’d been looking at him; he could see the way her anxious eyes lit up the moment they connected with his. He could feel them doing it, followed by the sudden jerk of her body and the look of horror and shock before she began to topple over into the pool.