What if Elizabeth mistook Darcy of having mistresses?
Elizabeth frowned. She looked around and discovered a mobile phone left on the reception counter. It was 6:45 in the evening and the receptionist at her office had left. Who could have left the phone there? She decided to answer it and find out who it belonged to. She could then organise for it to be sent back to the owner.
Before she could finish the greeting, the high-pitch voice of a woman with a strong nasal accent blasted into her ear.
“Fitz, darling … it’s Caroline here. I’ve found this wonderful pair of shoes at Jimmy Choo’s. They have four-inch platforms in rainbow colours and very delicate strings to tie to my gorgeous feet. You’ve got to see me in them. They look superb with my orange skin-tight cocktail dress for tonight's party. I’ve put them on your account. I'm sure you won't mind. Gigi was ok with it. Where are you now? When can we expect you?”
“Um, Caro ...”
“Oh, and I came across this exquisite sunflower necklace with a solitaire diamond in Tiffany’s. It’s totally amazing, and looks stunning on me. I’ve put it on your account too.”
“Right ...” Elizabeth opened her mouth again. Who was this harpy? A mistress? So the phone belonged to a rich man with two mistresses, Caroline and Gigi?
“I’ve had such a wonderful day so far, Fitz … with Gigi. You remember the penthouse we went to check out last month. It's up for sale again and slightly cheaper, just ₤10 million. I'm sure you want this just for the two of us so Gigi won’t be under-footing when we entertain. Should I call the estate agent to hold it?”
Elizabeth mouth snapped shut, appalled by the woman. She mumbled, “Yes,” in as deep a voice as he could and cut the phone connection. “Crazy woman!”
“Excuse me.” A rich baritone voice startled her. “Did you happen to see my phone? I think I left it here.”
Elizabeth raised her eyes. In front of her stood a hot hunk, nearly a foot taller than her, with dark chocolate brown curls and a shy smile. He looked nothing like a womaniser with two mistresses. But what would she know – he could be a CIA. She handed the phone back to him.
“Thank you.” He pocketed the mobile and stared at her without a word.
“Fitz” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.
He frowned at her. “How do you know my name?”
She bit her lips. “The phone rang just now. I tried to find out whose it belonged to but your … girlfriend wouldn't let get a word in edgeways.”
“Caroline is not my girlfriend.”
She glared at him. “Oh. Only Miss Caroline called you Fitz? She talked about the party and other things. I thought ...”
“Yes, she is the only one. And what other things?”
“She put a pair of shoes and a necklace on your account,” Elizabeth smirked, enjoying his pain. Hopefully the mistress would put a dent in his wallet.
His Royal Hotness closed his eyes for a minute. “And you let her?”
“I told you, I couldn't get a word in!”
He dialled a number and in two seconds, Miss Caroline came back onto line. He put the phone on speaker.
“Fitzzzzzzz!“ She drew out her greeting. “Missing me already? Silly, I'll see you in an hour. I'll knock your socks off, with the Jimmy Choo shoes and Tiffany necklace.”
He winced. “Are you on coke again, Caroline? Ring the shops and pay the shoes and necklace with your own credit card. My girlfriend answered the phone just now and she didn’t like your joke one little bit.”
“Your girlfriend!“ Caroline screamed. “You’re the one who’s high. I'm your girlfriend!”
He moved near Elizabeth and shoved the phone in front of her mouth. “Darling, say hi to Caroline.” His voice was like a hot breeze, stroking Elizabeth’s cheek. She's Charles’ sister. I think she’s on drugs”
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