Blake had called from Morocco, told her all that he'd accomplished since she left. The new construction to transform his palace into a home for a hundred kids was already under way. He had turned staffing, and the running of the future orphanage, over to a group of very competent people, and he had done all he could for now. He planned to come back every month to make sure they were moving ahead as planned. So he was going back to London for the time being, and he told Maxine that everything was ready on the boat for them. She and the kids could hardly wait. It was their best vacation together every year. Charles was not as sure.
Blake had told Arabella about his plans for the orphanage too. She thought it was a wonderful thing to do.
He decided to surprise her when he flew back to London. He was coming home a week earlier than he'd said he would. He had done everything he could, and he had work to do now in London, setting up the financial arrangements for the orphanage, and a hundred orphans.
He arrived at Heathrow at midnight, was at his house forty minutes later, and let himself in. The house was dark, and Arabella had said she'd been working hard, so he assumed she was asleep. She'd said she had hardly been going out, and it was no fun without him. She was desperate for him to come home.
Blake was exhausted after the flight to London, and everything he'd been doing in the past weeks. He had a deep tan on his face and arms. Beneath where his T-shirt had been, his skin was white. All he wanted now was to get his hands on Arabella, and jump into bed with her. He was starving for her. He tiptoed into his bedroom, in case she was asleep. He saw her shape under the sheet, sat down next to her, and leaned down to kiss her, only to discover that there were two bodies, not one, and they were intertwined and half asleep. His eyes flew wide open, and he turned on the light for a better look. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and at first he wanted to believe it was a mistake. It was no mistake. An extraordinarily handsome dark-skinned man sat up in bed with her, with a look of panic. Blake suspected it was one of the important Indian men she knew, or perhaps a new one. It didn't matter who he was. He was in Blake's bed with her.
“I'm terribly sorry,” the man said politely, instantly wrapped himself in the sheet that was floating loose on the bed, after what must have been a lot of activity, and swept out of the room as fast as he could. Arabella stared at Blake in horror and started to cry.
“He just dropped by,” she said faintly, which was clearly a lie, because he was packing two alligator suitcases in Blake's dressing room, so he must have been there for a while. He emerged five minutes later in a beautifully cut suit. He was a striking-looking man.
“Thank you, sorry,” he said to Blake. “Goodbye,” he said to Arabella, and hurried downstairs carrying both his bags. A moment later, they both heard the front door slam. He had been staying with her, in Blake's house, with no shame whatsoever.
“Get out of my bed,” Blake said coldly. She was shaking and reached out to him.
“I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to…I won't do it again…”
“Get up, and get out,” Blake said plainly. “You could at least have gone to your own place. Then at least I wouldn't have known. This was a little cheeky, don't you think?” She had gotten up and was standing before him in all her naked beauty. She was a gorgeous girl, tattoos and all. The only thing she was wearing was her ruby bindi between her eyes. Blake was no longer amused. “You have five minutes,” he said clearly. “I'll send you whatever you forget.” He reached for the phone and called a cab. She disappeared into the bathroom and emerged in blue jeans and a man's T-shirt. She had on highheeled gold sandals and looked sexy as hell. But he no longer wanted her. She was used goods. And a liar. A big one.
She stood looking at him with tears rolling down her cheeks, as he looked away. It was a nasty little scene. None of the women he had gone out with had ever been dumb enough to bring other men to his bed. And he had dated Arabella longer than anyone else. It had been seven months, and it hurt. He had trusted her, and was more in love with her than he had been with the others. It took every ounce of restraint not to call her ugly names as she clattered down the stairs. He went to the bar, and poured himself a stiff drink. He never wanted to see her again. She tried calling him later that night, and for days thereafter, and he didn't answer her calls. Arabella was history. She had gone up in a puff of smoke, bindi, tattoos, and all.
Chapter 20
When he called Maxine the day before the trip she mentioned it to Blake, and he promised to do his best with Daphne. He was calling just to let her know that the boat was ready and waiting for them in
Monaco, its home berth. Zellie's baby was screaming, as usual, when he called. The baby was still having a tough time, and so was Zellie.
“What's that noise?” Blake asked, sounding puzzled, and Maxine laughed ruefully. It wasn't easy being around the house these days. It sounded like an alarm going off at all hours of the day.
“That's Jimmy,” Maxine explained.
“Zellie's baby.” “Zellie had a baby?” He sounded impressed. “When did that happen?”
“Three weeks ago.” She lowered her voice so no one would hear her. She hated to admit that Charles was right, but the screaming couldn't last forever, she hoped. She was just grateful that Zellie's room was at the back of the apartment. The kid had lungs like Louis Armstrong. “She adopted a baby who was born addicted to cocaine. She let me know her plans four days before he was born. She offered to quit, but I just couldn't let her go. We love her too much. We'd all be miserable without her.”
“Yeah, I know,” Blake said, still startled. “How's Charles dealing with all this?”
“He's not loving it. We're still all getting used to each other.” She didn't tell him that he thought boarding school was a great idea. Blake didn't need to know that. “It's a big adjustment.”
“I don't think I'd love it either,” Blake said honestly, and then told her everything was moving ahead in Morocco. It was a remarkable plan, and all was going well.
“When are you coming?” she asked him.
“Don't worry, I'll be there for the wedding. And everything's lining up fine for the rehearsal dinner.” He had rented a beautiful club for it. “I'll come in a few days before.”
“Is Arabella coming with you?” “Uh…” He hesitated, which Maxine thought was strange. “Actually, no.”
“That's too bad. I was hoping to meet her. Will she be doing a portrait?”
“I don't know. And to be honest, I don't give a rat's ass. I found her in my bed with a very good-looking Indian guy the night I came home. He had moved in too. I threw her out that night, and I haven't seen her since.”
“Shit, I'm sorry, Blake.” He made light of it, but she knew it must have hurt. She had lasted longer than any of the others. A lot longer. But he seemed to be taking it pretty well.
“Yeah, me too. It was a good run anyway. So I'm free as the breeze again, except for a hundred orphans in Morocco.” He laughed.
“Daphne will be pleased, about Arabella, I mean.”
“I'm sure she will. How is she doing with Charles?” he inquired.
“About the same. I hope the boat trip will help. It will give them time to get to know each other. He's a nice man, he's just very adult.”
“Zellie's baby ought to break him in.” They both laughed at that. “Anyway, have a good time on the boat, Max. The Big Day is coming. Are you scared? No cold feet?” He was curious about it, and wished her well.
“No cold feet. I know I'm doing the right thing. I think he's right for me. I just wish the period of adjustment were a little easier, for everyone.” Trying to join the two factions was stressful for her. Blake didn't envy her.
“I don't think I could do it again,” Blake said honestly. “I think Arabella may have cured me.”
