âMariella? What is it? Whatâs wrong?â she heard Xavier demanding angrily. âIf you feel unwellâ¦â
âNo, Iâm fine,â she began, and then stopped, unable to drag her gaze away from his mouth, where it had focused with hungry, yearning intensity.
She could feel the hot burn of his gaze as it dropped to her own mouth. She was trembling, her whole body galvanized by tiny sensual ripples of reaction and awareness that made her sway slightly towards him. She felt him shudder as he drew breath into his lungs, her body instinctively leaning into his as weakness washed over her.
His mouth touched her, but not in the way she had remembered it doing before.
Caught up in the shock of what she had experienced, Mariella lifted her hand to touch her own lips, as though unable to believe what had happenedâ¦what she had wanted to happen. She had wanted Xavier to kiss her; her body ached for him in a hundred intimate ways that held her in silent shock. She and Xavier were enemies, werenât they?
âYOU wonât forget your mummy whilst Iâm away working, will you, my precious baby girl?â
Mariella watched sympathetically as her younger half-sister Tanyaâs eyes filled with tears as she handed her precious four-month-old daughter over to her.
âI know that Fleur couldnât have anyone better to look after her than you, Ella,â Tanya acknowledged emotionally. âAfter all, you became my mother as well as my sister when Mum and Dad died. I just wish I could have got a job that didnât mean I have to be away, but this six-week contract on this cruise liner pays so well that I just canât afford to give it up! Yes, I know you would support us both,â she continued before Mariella could say anything, âbut that isnât what I want. I want to be as independent as I can be. Anyway,â she told Mariella bitterly, âsupporting Fleur financially should be her fatherâs job and not yours! What I ever saw in that weak, lying rat of a man, Iâll never know! My wonderful sexy dream fantasy of a sheikh! Some dream he turned out to beâmore of a nightmare.â
Mariella let her vent her feelings, without comment, knowing just how devastated and hurt her half-sister had been when her lover had abandoned her.
âYou donât have to do this, Tanya,â she told her gently now. âIâm earning enough to support us all, and this house is big enough for the three of us.â
âOh, Mariella, I know that. I know youâd starve yourself to give to me and Fleur, but that isnât what I want. Youâve done so much for me since Mum and Dad died. You were only eighteen, after all, three years younger than I am now, when we found out that there wasnât going to be any money! I suppose Dad wanted to give us all so much that he simply didnât think about what would happen if anything happened to him, and with him remortgaging the house because of the stock market crisis.â
Silently the sisters looked at one another.
Both of them had inherited their motherâs delicate bone structure and heart-shaped face, along with her strawberry-blonde hair and peach perfect complexion, but where Tanya had inherited her fatherâs height and hazel eyes, Mariella had inherited intensely turquoise eyes from her father, the man who had decided less than a year after her birth that the responsibilities of fatherhood and marriage simply werenât for him and walked out on his wife and baby daughter.
âItâs not fair,â Tanya had mock complained to her when she had announced that she was not going to go to university as Mariella had hoped she would, but wanted to pursue a career singing and dancing. âIf I had your eyes, Iâd have a ready-made advantage over everyone else whenever I went for a part.â
Although she knew how headstrong and impulsive her half-sister could be, Mariella admired her for what she was doing, even whilst she worried about how she was going to cope with being away from her daughter for six long weeks.
Whatever small differences there might ever have been between them, in their passionate and protective love for baby Fleur they were totally united.
âIâll ring every day,â Tanya promised chokily.
âAnd I want to know everything she does, Ellaâ¦Every tiny little thing. Oh, Ellaâ¦I feel so guilty about all of thisâ¦I know how you suffered as a little girl because your father wasnât there; because heâd abandoned you and Mumâ¦and I know too how lucky I was to have both Mum and Dad and you there for me, and yet here is my poor little Fleurâ¦â
Holding Fleur in one arm, Mariella hugged her sister tightly with the other.
âThe taxiâs here,â she warned, before releasing Tanya and tenderly brushing the tears off her face.
âElla! Iâve got the most fab commission for you.â
Recognising the voice of her agent, Mariella shifted Fleurâs warm weight from one arm to the other, smiling lovingly at her as the baby guzzled happily on her bottle. âItâs racehorses, dozens of them. The client owns his own racing yard out in Zuran. Heâs a member of the Zuran royal family, and apparently he heard about you via that chap in Kentucky, whose Kentucky Derby winner you painted the other year. Anywayâhe wants to fly you out there, all expenses paid, so that you can discuss the project with him, see the beasts in situ so to speak!â