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CHAPTER ONE

Parisa stealthily wriggled her slender body through the bathroo into her flat stomach as she felt around with one foot for the security of the bathroom floor

Damn! she swore under her breath as water seeped into one trainer She would kill her friend Moya, if she ever got her foot out of the toilet bowl and herself out of this escapade in one piece

She ree with Moya's hare-brained schele a third-floor apart blackirl should have had more sense than to pose for so only a thong When Moya's engageh-court judge whose brother was a bishop, no less, the Latin rat had got in touch with her and demanded money

With an inward sigh of relief, Parisa felt her feet finally find the floor, and she slipped into the dark roorow accustos Yesterday, in the cool grey light of a February ed toat his apartraphs, and then she had contrived to leave the lavatoryopen Luckily thefor work Asat ho

So far everything had gone according to plan All Parisa had to do alk across the hall to the sitting-roo to Moya, locked in a drawer of a leather-topped desk were the incriraphs Moya had watched theto pay hiht and pitch-black outside, did Parisa have very grave doubts?

Still, the place seerew accustomed to the dark she could see the outline of a door on the far wall She stepped forward, and froze in horror

A streaht beamed across the bathroom from a partially open door at her side She had almost walked into it She swore violently under her breath, but the voices she heard were all too audible Heart pounding with fear, she cowered behind the half-open door On the opposite as a mirror, and in it she saw the reflection of ato one side of hinizable to Parisa It was Margot Mey, a stunning petite redhead and a faer

God! What a mess Parisa's mouth was dry with fear She was sure she would be discovered any second She did not dare move a muscle

'I assure you, Margot, I intended calling you toht I had and still have business to attend to'

The deep, slightly accented voice sent a shiver of horror down Parisa's spine So this was the 'sleazy little sliuessed Moya, in her near frantic state, would get it all wrong There was nothing small about the uessed—and, judging by the breadth of his back, big with it, and he certainly wasn't at any casino, but standing in the bedroom

'Luc, darling, don't be angry' Two slender hands curved around the back of the ; I've missed you'