Eligible Bachelors: Wife For A Week Part 3

aI think we should let the game decide. Xia and Shang against the Martians. If we win we go to Hong Kong as man and wife. If we lose, you throw yourself on the tender mercies of Mr Tey and spill your guts.'

aYou're serious, aren't you?'

She was.

aDeal,' he said, and the fighting began.

Two murderous hours later it was decided. They were going to Hong Kong.

Hallie's bedside phone was ringing. She rolled across the bed arm outstretched, groping wildly. Because no way on earth were her eyes going to open at this hour. Her evening with Nick hadn't been a late one by anyone's standards, but it wasn't morning by most people's standards either. It was still dark, not even dawn. She found the phone, found her ear. aLo,' she mumbled.

aCan you get some time off work this afternoon?'

aNick?'

aYes. Nick.' He sounded impatient.

aCouldn't this have waited till morning?' she mumbled.

aIt is morning. Were you still in bed?'

Hallie slitted her eyes open to glance at the glowing red numbers of her bedside clock. Five-fifty a.m! Ugh, he was a morning person. The notion was going to take some time to digest. She held the receiver to her breast and took several deep breaths before putting it back to her ear. aThis is my one day off a week and, I'm warning you, there'd better be a good reason for this call. What do you want?'

aTo let you know we have an appointment at Tiffany's at two this afternoon to get your rings.'

aRings?' Hallie's eyes snapped open. aTiffany's? As in Tiffany and Co. the jewellers?' She was wide awake.

aWedding ring, engagement ring. It'll be expected. The manager of the store on Old Bond Road's a friend of mine; he's going to let me borrow some pieces,' said Nick. aAfter that we'll go shopping. You'll need suitable clothes as well.'

Shopping for clothes? This coming from the lips of a man? aYou're gay, aren't you?'

aNo,' he said, with a smile in his voice that curled her toes.

aCross-dresser?'

aNope.'

aHave you been drinking?'

aNor am I drunk.' Exasperation in his voice this time, giving her toes a chance to relax. aThe way we present ourselves in Hong Kong is going to be important and I'm guessing there's nothing in your wardrobe that's suitable.'

aSuitable how?' she snapped as visions of tailored suits and pillbox hats floated through her mind. aYou're going to dress me up like Jackie Kennedy, aren't you? You're having make-over fantasies!'

aI wasn't until now.' The smile was back in his voice-yep, there went her toes. aAnd I'm not thinking First Lady exactly, but we can't have you looking like Marilyn Monroe either.'

She should have been insulted. Would have been except that this was a s.e.x G.o.ddess he was comparing her to. aWho's paying for these clothes?'

aI am. Consider it a perk.'

aI love this job,' said Hallie. aI'm in. Two o'clock sharp at the jeweller's. Oh, and, Nick?'

aWhat?'

He sounded complacent. Indulgent. As if she'd reacted exactly as any good little plaything would. aBring your mother.'

Hallie arrived at the jeweller's at exactly two o'clock, only to find Nick and Clea waiting for her outside, Clea looking thoughtful, Nick looking just plain smug.

aWe got here a little early so we've already been in,' said Nick. aStuart's given me some pieces on loan. I'm sure you'll like them.'

aWhat do you mean you're sure I'll like them? You mean I don't even get to go into the shop and ogle the pieces for myself?' Hallie stared at him, aghast. Surely he was kidding. aDon't you need to measure my ring size or something? I mean, what if the rings you've chosen don't fit?'

aHere, dear, try this on.' Clea handed her one of her own rings, a wide band of square-cut diamonds set in platinum. aWe used this one for size. I usually have a good eye for these things.'

Hallie slipped the band on her wedding-ring finger and stared at it in dismay. It was a perfect fit.

aDoes it fit?' asked Nick, all solicitousness. aIt looks like it fits.'

as.a.d.i.s.t,' she retaliated, handing the ring back to Clea, and, with one last lingering glance through the doors of one of London's landmark jewellery stores, she turned away.

aDid you get the week off work?' Nick asked her.

aYes. The owner's niece is going to fill in for me,' said Hallie, recalling the conversation she'd had with her employer earlier that morning. No need to tell Nick that if the niece liked the job, she was out of one. If everything went to plan she wouldn't need the job anyway.

aWhat about your brother? The one you're staying with. Does he know you're going to Hong Kong?'

aNot yet. It turns out he's also going to be away next week. I'll leave him a note.'

aThat'll go down well,' muttered Nick.

aIt'll be fine.' Hallie smiled brightly. aSo where to now?'

Ten minutes later they were standing outside one of the most exclusive clothing boutiques in Knightsbridge. aAre we sure about this?' said Hallie hesitantly. Buying an outfit or two from a mid-range clothing store was one thing; dropping a bundle on a week's worth of designer clothes was quite another. aI'm all for being well dressed, but do we really need to shop somewhere quite this exclusive?'

aDon't worry, dear,' said Clea. aI get a very good discount here.'

aYou want to hope so,' Hallie muttered to Nick as she stared at the sophisticated power suit in the display window. aI think it only fair to warn you that I still have nightmares about the first time my brothers took me shopping for clothes. Pinafore dresses that came to my ankles. Sweaters up to my chin. Wide-brimmed straw hats...'

aAnd very sensible too, dear, those hats, what with the harsh Australian sun and your skin type,' said Clea.

Hallie groaned. And here she'd been hoping that Clea would be an ally when it came to clothes. aMy point is I battled for years for the right to choose my own clothes, and I'm not about to relinquish it now.' She pointed a stern finger at Nick. aYou can tell me what kind of look you're after, but I won't have you choosing clothes for me. Are we clear on that?'

aWell, I-'

aHaving said that, I will of course ask your opinion on the things I've chosen. I'm not an unreasonable woman. You can tell me if you like something.'

aAnd if I don't?'

Hallie considered the question. She could be a bit contrary at times. aProbably best not to say anything,' she said, and, squaring her shoulders, sailed on into the shop.

The boutique was streamlined and cla.s.sy, the coiffed and polished saleswoman just that little bit daunting, never mind that she greeted Clea with friendly familiarity.

aSize eight, I think,' said the saleswoman after turning an a.s.sessing eye on Hallie.

aTen,' said Hallie.

aIn this shop, darling, you're an eight.'

Hallie liked the woman better already.

aDo you have any colour preferences?' the woman asked.

aI like them all.'

The saleswoman barely suppressed a shudder. aYes, dear. But do they all like you? Let's start with grey.'

Hallie opened her mouth to protest, but the woman was having none of it. She pulled a matching skirt and jacket from the rack and held them out commandingly. aOf course, it relies on the wearer for colour and life, but I think you've got that covered.'

aUmm...' Hallie took the suit from the woman and held it up for Nick's inspection. aWhat do you think?'

aI'm confused,' he said. aIf I tell you I like it you may or may not decide to buy it, depending on whether you like it. However, if I say I don't like it you'll feel compelled to buy it whether you like it or not. Am I right?'

aYes.' Hallie felt a smile coming on. aSo what do you think?'

aTry it on.'

And then when she did and his eyes narrowed and his face grew carefully impa.s.sive. aNo?' she asked. aIt's probably not the look you were after.'

aYes,' he said firmly. aIt is.'

Still she hesitated. aIt's very-'

aElegant,' he said. aUnderstated. Just what we're looking for.'

Elegant, eh? Not a term she'd normally use to describe herself. She'd won the right to choose her own clothes in her late teens and in typical teenager fas.h.i.+on she'd headed straight for the shortest skirts and the brightest, tightest tops. Okay, so she'd matured a little since then-she did have some loose-fitting clothes somewhere in her wardrobe, but truth was they didn't often see daylight. She had never, ever, worn anything as cla.s.sy as this. The suit clung to her every curve, the material was soft and luxurious beneath her hands, like cashmere only not. Even the colour wasn't so bad once you got used to it. And yet...

aIt's not really me, though, is it?' she said.

aThink of it as a costume,' said Nick. aThink corporate wife.'

aI don't know any corporate wives.' Hallie turned to Clea, who was busily browsing a rack of clothes. aUnless you're one?'

aNo!' said Nick hastily. aShe's not!'

aIt's very grey, isn't it, dear?' said Clea, who glittered like a Vegas slot machine in her gold trousers and blood-red chiffon s.h.i.+rt with its strategically placed psychedelic gold swirls.

aGreyer than a Chinese funeral vase,' agreed Hallie glumly. aDo you have anything a bit more cheerful?' she asked the saleswoman.

aWhat about this?' said Clea, holding up a boldly flowered silk sundress in fuchsia, lime and ivory. aThis is pretty.'

aWhy my mother?' muttered Nick. aWhy couldn't we have brought along your mother?'

aShe died when I was six,' said Hallie, and then to Clea, aI like that.' She held it up to her body, twirled around, and looked up to find Nick regarding her intently.

aSorry,' he said quietly. aYou said you'd been raised by your father and brothers but I didn't make the connection. Try it on.'

And when she did...

aShe'll take it,' he told the saleswoman, and to Hallie, aThat's non-negotiable.'

aLucky for you I happen to agree,' said Hallie.

aHis father had excellent taste in clothes as well,' said Clea. aBless his soul.'

But Hallie wasn't listening. She was looking at herself in the mirror and her reflection was frowning right back at her as she turned and twirled, first one way and then the other. Finally, hands on hips, she turned to Nick.

aDoes this dress make me look fat?'

Two hours later, Hallie and Clea had purchased enough clothes for a six-month stint on the QEII, and as far as Nick was concerned he was neither the s.a.d.i.s.t Hallie had accused him of being, nor the skinflint his mother claimed. No, for a man to endure so much and complain so little, he was quite simply a saint.

aSo where to now? Are we done?' said Hallie after they'd seen Clea to her Mercedes and watched her drive away. aIs there anything you need?'

aA bar,' he muttered with heartfelt sincerity.

aGood call,' said Hallie. aI'll come too. I never realized boutique shopping was such thirsty work. Mind you, I've never bought more than a couple of items of clothes at any one time before either. Who knew?'

aYou're not going to rehash every dress decision you just made, are you?'

aWho, me?' She was grinning from ear to ear. aOnly if you insist.'

Nick shuddered, spotted a sports bar a few doors up and practically bolted for the door. He needed a drink, somewhere to sit. Somewhere with dark wood, dark carpet, dim lighting, good Scotch and no mirrors. He needed it bad.

aAh-h-h,' said Hallie as she slid into the booth beside him. aVery nice.'

aYou don't find it a little too...masculine?'

aNope. Feels pretty homely to me. I have four brothers, remember?'

aTrust me, I hadn't forgotten. Where do they live?'

aWherever their work takes them. Luke's a Navy diver midway through a three-year stint in Guam; Pete's flying charter planes in Greece; Jake runs a martial arts dojo in Singapore and Tristan lives here in London. He's the one I'm staying with while I do my course.'

aTristan?' After Pete, Luke and Jake, a brother named Tristan sounded somewhat incongruous. aWhat does Tristan do?'

aHe works for Interpol.'

aPaper pusher?'

aBlack ops,' she corrected. aBut he's a p.u.s.s.ycat really.'