Mistress For Hire. Angela Devine
that would leave even less time available for painting. Besides, in spite of Tim’s outrageous behaviour, she had a niggling suspicion that she was going to miss him if she never saw him again. Of course she wouldn’t miss Matt Lansdon and she hoped devoutly that she would never have to see him again. If only she could get through the rest of this evening, with luck she might never have to set eyes on him in future!
When they entered the flat, Lisa waved hopefully at the huge, open-plan living room, which dominated the lower floor.
‘Would you like to sit down and fix yourself a drink,’ she asked, ‘while I go upstairs and see if Tim’s home?’
‘No, thanks,’ replied Matt coolly. ‘I’ll come up and see for myself. I am one of the family, after all.’
She couldn’t help resenting this invasion of the more private part of the flat, nor did it make her task any easier. If Tim had drunk too much at a party, which had happened several times lately, there would be little chance of concealing the fact from his uncle. Oh, well, perhaps it would do him good to be accountable for his actions for once! A thin rectangle of golden light under his bedroom door showed that he was at home.
‘Perhaps you’d like to sit down,’ invited Lisa. ‘And I’ll ask Tim to come out and speak to you.’
‘All right,’ agreed Matt.
She waited until he had taken his seat in the small sunroom off the dining area and was on the point of tapping on Tim’s door when she realized that was out of character with her role as his fiancée. Instead she boldly opened the door as if it belonged to her own bedroom, slipped inside and shut it behind her. Tim was busy getting undressed and looked up with an expression of mild surprise as he pulled on a pair of navy blue silk pyjama bottoms. His upper half was still bare, but Lisa spared him no more than a glance. Tim was like a brother to her and in any case his thin, boyish physique awoke no dangerous longings in her of the kind inspired by his uncle. He pushed a lock of his silky, honey-gold hair out of his brown eyes and flashed her a mischievous grin.
‘Did you get rid of Uncle Matt?’ he demanded without any preliminary greeting.
‘No,’ said Lisa flatly, leaning back against the door. ‘He’s in the sunroom, waiting to talk to you.’
An expression of comic dismay flitted over Tim’s features and he looked wildly around for an escape route. His gaze lingered momentarily on the curtained picture windows.
‘Oh, no, you don’t!’ cried Lisa, darting towards him. ‘There will be no ladders of knotted sheets, no death-defying human fly exits. You’re going to face the music, laddie. Dear old uncle Mathew wants some answers and so do I!’
‘What do you mean?’ asked Tim uneasily, backing away from her.
‘I’m talking about your marriage plans,’ replied Lisa sweetly. ‘It would have been nice if you had proposed to me before you told your mother that we were getting married.’
Tim sucked in breath with an anguished expression like a child who has just fallen on his face and grazed his hands and knees.
‘Sorry,’ he muttered placatingly. ‘But I was in a tight corner, Lisa, and I had to say something. You know my mother. She was suspicious that first time she came round here and found you at the flat late at night, and it was even worse on her second visit. You know how she arrived at the party and we didn’t even hear her let herself in? Well, she went snooping around in my bathroom and found a packet of condoms in the cupboard and Barbara’s tights hanging up to dry in the shower recess. After that, she went down and cross-examined the porter and found out that I had a young woman living here. Of course, when she burst into the party and I was standing with my arm around you, she naturally jumped to the conclusion that it was you, so then she dragged me off into the study and started working herself into a state about it. I could see she was all ready to go out and embarrass me in front of my friends by having shrieking hysterics about how Mummy’s boy had fallen into the clutches of a bold, bad, wicked streetwalker. I had to think up some kind of story to stop her.’
‘So you told her you were in love with me and that you were going to marry me?’ demanded Lisa incredulously.
‘Yeah, that’s about the size of it, although I didn’t really think she’d be silly enough to swallow it.’
‘Well, she has,’ fumed Lisa. ‘And what’s worse, she’s managed to convince your Uncle Matt, as well. That’s why he’s here in Melbourne. He’s come to rescue you from me.’
Tim gave a muffled snort of laughter.
‘It’s not funny!’ cried Lisa furiously. ‘He actually offered me money to leave you alone.’
Tim’s mirth gave way to a speculative look.
‘How much did he offer you?’ he asked slyly. ‘Perhaps we could split the difference. I’m a bit short of funds right now.’
‘You!’ gasped Lisa. ‘I hope you’re joking, Tim. Because if you’re not, that’s the most unscrupulous suggestion I’ve ever heard. Anyway, we can’t split the bribe. I’ve already burnt the cheque.’
‘Burnt it!’ echoed Tim reproachfully. ‘Lisa, you’ve got no common sense, no prudence, no thought for the future. All those things my relatives are always telling me. You’re worse than I am.’
‘No, I’m not! I’ve got years of scheming and lying and double-dealing ahead of me before I’ll be in your class, you little toad. Don’t you realize you’ve made me look like a fool and a tart in front of your uncle?’
‘Oh, come on,’ protested Tim. ‘Just because you’re staying here in the flat? There’s nothing very wicked or surprising about that! Lots of students share digs.’
‘You seem to have forgotten that I was posing nude when Matt arrived,’ said Lisa coldly.
Tim gave another smothered yelp of laughter. ‘You mean he caught you starkers?’ he cried. ‘What a joke!’
‘No, it wasn’t! It was extremely embarrassing.’
‘Oh, don’t talk garbage! Matt might look as grim as a high court judge, but he’s had a pretty wild sex life himself. Women fall all over themselves trying to catch him.’
‘I’m not interested in Matt’s sex life,’ announced Lisa haughtily and quite untruthfully. ‘What I’m interested in is having my good name cleared.’
‘Oh, you’re making a fuss about nothing. This’ll soon blow over.’
‘Yes, it will,’ agreed Lisa. ‘Provided you go out there right now and tell him the truth.’
‘Are you crazy? Matt would murder me!’
‘It serves you right if he does.’
‘Oh, come on, Lisa, have a heart,’ wheedled Tim. ‘Blackening a lady’s reputation, lying, cheating, preferring painting to Accountancy 101, those are all capital crimes in Uncle Matt’s book. I’ll never come out of that room alive if I tell him the truth.’
With a dismissive shrug he began picking up his pyjama jacket and turning down the bed, as if he had no other thought but to turn out the light and go to sleep. Lisa snatched the jacket away from him and held it behind her back.
‘You wimp! You wussy! You pathetic little worm!’ she accused. ‘You’re afraid of him, aren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ admitted Tim candidly, making a wild snatch at the pyjama jacket.
‘Well, I’m not!’ cried Lisa. ‘And if you don’t tell him the truth, I will!’
‘Why didn’t you tell him already then?’
‘Because I felt sorry for you, you despicable little wretch!’ she replied hotly. ‘Heaven knows why! And I thought it should come from you. You’d have much more chance of getting him to approve your art studies if you stood up for yourself and told him the truth.