Elusive Lover

‘I just did.’

‘But——’

‘Out!’ Josh snapped tautly.

Mike staggered to the door. ‘I meant it about your going,’ he snarled at Erin’s bent head.

‘Neither of us will be staying,’ Josh answered for her. ‘As soon as Erin has her things together we’ll both be leaving.’

‘That will save me the trouble of throwing you out!’ Even Mike must have realised that was a purely defensive threat, because he made a hasty exit.

Erin slumped back down on to the rumpled bed. ‘Oh, God!’ she shuddered, burying her face in her hands.

Josh’s arm came about her shoulders as he sat down next to her. ‘It’s all over now, sweetheart,’ he comforted gently.

She stiffened, moving away from him. ‘Until the next time,’ she mumbled, standing up to fasten her packed suitcase.

His eyes narrowed to steely green slits. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

She shrugged, feeling cold inside, numb. ‘Men are all the same—they take, they don’t give.’

Amusement lightened his expression. ‘And where did you learn that little gem?’

Her eyes sparkled as she glared at him. ‘From men like you, like Mike, like—like——’

‘Like?’ he suddenly towered over her.

‘Like my father, like Bob,’ she told him vehemently. ‘My father only had me in the first place to try and keep his marriage together, and when it didn’t he couldn’t give a damn about me. And as for Bob, he never wanted me in the first place. He couldn’t wait to throw me out either.’

‘What did you do to him?’ Josh drawled.

‘Nothing! I tried to do everything for him. I took care of him, I even tried to love him, and in the end he threw me out. He has a woman called Mary living with him now,’ she added bitterly.

She had written to Bob to let him know she was leaving her father’s house, and he had written back telling her that there was no place for her at his home, that he had a girl-friend, a girl-friend who had moved in with him. She hadn’t been in touch with him since.

‘Are you ready to leave?’ Josh asked abruptly.

‘Yes. But I don’t really expect you to leave with me.’ She shrugged. ‘Why should you?’

‘Maybe I don’t like the idea of the barracuda being able to enter my room any time she chooses. Or maybe I just don’t like the idea of that guy trying to get into bed with the girls who work for him.’

‘Girl,’ Erin corrected, pulling on her jacket. ‘I’m the only girl who works for him,’ she explained at his questioning look.

‘And the barracuda?’

‘Mike’s wife, Frances.’

The green eyes widened. ‘Those two are married?’

Her mouth twisted wryly. ‘I’m afraid so.’

‘Hell,’ Josh shook his head. ‘Do they have any children?’

‘No—thank God.’

‘My sentiments exactly.’ He buttoned the shirt he had obviously pulled on in a hurry. ‘Do you know that woman was perfectly willing to carry on where you’d left off?’ he expressed his disgust.

Colour flooded her cheeks as she remembered exactly where she had ‘left off’. ‘You aren’t telling me you didn’t like it,’ she scorned to hide her embarrassment.

His expression darkened, his handsome face harsh. ‘Would I be here if I did?’

‘I—No, I suppose not.’

‘Definitely not.’ His mouth twisted. ‘Now let’s get going. I’ll take you out to breakfast.’

‘I’m not——’

‘You’re eating,’ he told her firmly, pulling her out of the room with him. ‘I’ll just get my holdall. Wait here for me,’ he instructed once they reached the front of the motel.

Erin waited until he had entered his room before going into the reception area. Frances wasn’t there, so perhaps she was actually cleaning the rooms for a change. After all, there was no one else to do it, not now.

Mike looked up with a scowl; his stomach was obviously still bothering him. ‘What do you want?’ he growled.

Erin stood her ground, sick of being exploited, determined not to take it any more. ‘I want my wages for the past week,’ she told him unflinchingly.

His face became flushed with anger. ‘You have to be kidding,’ he scoffed, his gaze insolent. ‘Let your lover take care of you.’

She had to bite her tongue to stop the fiery retort that sprang to her lips. She wouldn’t give this man the satisfaction of losing her temper with him, he just wasn’t worth it. ‘I want my wages,’ she repeated in a controlled voice. ‘And I want them now.’

‘Well, you aren’t getting them,’ he told her nastily.

‘Is that your last word on the subject?’

‘Yes, that’s my last word on the subject,’ he mimicked.

‘Very well,’ she gave a cold inclination of her head, ‘you’ll be hearing from my lawyer.’

His eyes widened in surprise. ‘Over a few dollars?’

Erin shook her head, remaining calm and composed. It was as if she were someone else, a new Erin who wouldn’t be undermined. ‘Not over a few dollars, no. But over a case of sexual harassment, yes.’

He gasped. ‘Sexual harassment——! My God, you little bitch!’

‘I mean it,’ she said firmly.

He was white with anger. ‘I can see that, damn you,’ he rasped, pulling open a drawer to take out some dollars and throw them across the desk at her. ‘Here, take it. And don’t ever come back.’

‘I don’t intend to.’ Erin picked up the money and crammed it into her denims pocket, picked up her suitcase and turned to leave. Josh was leaning against the doorjamb, open respect in the warmth of his eyes. ‘Thank you,’ she accepted gratefully as he took her suitcase out of her shaking hand.