Free Mia’s Scandal by Michelle Reid Page B

lowering confession, mouth turned down at the corners as he dragged himself free of the wall, he speared a final glance at her closed door, then turned to stride back into the lift and stabbed a long finger at the button which would take him back to the ground floor.
    Mia watched from her bedroom window as Nikos crossed the car park with the long loose-limbed stride of a man eager to depart. Duty done, she thought miserably. Annoying responsibility returned safely home, now he was going out to catch up on his real life. And he had his mobile phone clamped to his ear to find out where that life happened to be situated right now.
    A woman?
    Of course a woman, she told herself, reaching out to snap the blind shut so she could not see him any more.

Chapter Five
    T HE sound of her mobile chiming out its jingle brought Mia swimming up from the dark depths of the heavy sleep she had eventually tumbled into after tossing about restlessly for half of the night.
    Stretching out a hand and groping the bedside table to make contact with the flat black contraption, she tucked her arm back beneath the duvet and pushed the phone to her ear before mumbling, ‘Ciao.’
    ‘It’s Nikos,’ he announced with his usual impatience. ‘I have to go down to Hampshire and you’re coming with me.’
    Sitting up with a jolt, her sleepy eyes opened wide as saucers. ‘Hampshire?’ Mia echoed. ‘W-what is in Hampshire—?’
    ‘Work,’ came the sardonic answer. ‘Of the socialising kind.’
    Still trying to cast off the heavy mists of sleep, Mia pushed the tumble of ebony curls offher face. ‘But it’s Saturday,’ she remembered. ‘I am supposed to be meeting—’
    ‘I don’t recall promising you would get your weekends free when you came to work for me,’ Nikos rode roughshod over what she had been about to say. ‘So whatever it is you have planned get out of it. I have to go out for a few hours but when I get back I will expect you to be ready to leave. You will need a dress—something formal.’
    ‘Formal,’ Mia repeated, stunned by the way he had just discarded her plans. ‘H-how formal?’
    ‘Bella-at-her-red-carpet-best formal,’ he delivered dryly, referring to her wildly beautiful and glamorous supermodel half-sister. ‘Do you have something like that to wear?’ he then thought to ask.
    Dragging herself to the edge of the bed and standing, Mia sent her mind’s eye sweeping down the packed dress rail in the other bedroom. ‘Sí, I think so,’ she mumbled. ‘But—Nikos, I am not very good at these formal occasions,’ she threw in anxiously. ‘I don’t think—’
    ‘This is at Oscar’s command, not mine,’ he informed her with the cool thrust of a murderer plunging a knife into her chest. ‘He wants you there to represent the family because no one else is available to attend. Doyou want to call and tell him you’re not up to taking on the responsibility—?’
    Dio. ‘No,’ Mia surrendered heavily. ‘I will come.’
    ‘Good,’ he approved. ‘Pack an overnight bag because we will be staying. See you at one o’clock.’
    He cut the connection before she could find the necessary brain cells to ask any questions. Sinking heavily back onto the bed, her fuzzy brain listed: Hampshire, a formal evening dress, an overnight bag. Be ready to go by one o’clock…
    Then she was suddenly lurching into panic mode and using her mobile phone to ring her half-sister Sophie.
    ‘What is happening this evening in Hampshire?’ she wrung out urgently.
    ‘Hampshire?’ Sophie Balfour repeated. ‘Oh, my…’
    ‘What does this oh my mean?’ Mia demanded, already feeling the chill of alarm skate down her spine.
    ‘Is Nikos taking you there?’
    ‘Sí.’
    ‘Then take a brave pill before you go, sweetie,’ her half-sister advised her. ‘If you thought attending the Balfour Charity Ball was major-nervous-breakdown stuff, then you’re in for a shock because Hampshire is huge.’
    ‘Huge…’ Mia whispered, grappling