Lady Surrender

  Re-read this classic romance by USA Today bestselling author Carole Mortimer

  At first Aaron Grantley can’t see why his best friend was so distracted by someone like Charly Allenby. But soon he can’t imagine any man not losing his head over her!

  Charly feels as if she’s been run over by a steamroller. Aaron is presumptuous, overbearing, impossible to reason with—and hopelessly attractive! The fire in his eyes at her resistance is intense, but Charly has first-hand experience with men who love a challenge. Can she risk surrendering her heart again?

  Originally published in 1985

  Lady Surrender

  Carole Mortimer

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHARLY barely had time to click back the lock on the apartment door before it was pushed forcibly open, knocking her off-balance as she grabbed at the towel she had quickly draped about herself when the doorbell rang seconds ago, having to get out of the shower to answer it.

  The man who had pushed his way in towered over her five foot frame, but there was still challenge in her wide grey eyes as she looked up at him, successfully hiding her nervousness at this intrusion. ‘I don’t know who you are—’

  ‘No,’ he acknowledged harshly. ‘But I know who you are!’ His aggressive accent was definitely American.

  ‘Obviously,’ she drawled. ‘If you’re after money or jewellery I think I should tell you I don’t have any here.’

  His green-eyed gaze raked over her contemptuously. ‘Women like you only have one jewel, lady, and even that gets tarnished after a while.’

  Charly gasped at the crude insult, all nervousness fading. ‘If you want to take what valuables there are then do so and leave,’ she instructed haughtily.

  His mouth twisted. ‘You’re pretty free with what doesn’t belong to you, aren’t you?’ he scorned derisively. ‘But then you have no idea of morality, do you?’

  ‘I beg your pardon!’ She raised light brown brows indignantly, their indistinctive colour making it difficult to tell whether the hair beneath the second towel she had draped around her wet hair was blonde, brunette, or auburn, or a mixture of all three.

  ‘I’m not the one you should be apologising to—’

  ‘Are you some sort of political fanatic?’ Charly frowned suspiciously.

  ‘Hell, no!’

  ‘Then what do you want? If it’s me, I ought to tell you I’ve been taught self-defence.’

  ‘Lady, I wouldn’t care if you were a judo and Kung Fu expert rolled into one,’ he dismissed harshly. ‘I’m not about to let a five foot nothing woman defeat me in achieving what I came here to do!’

  As he must have stood about six foot four, was deeply muscled beneath the pale green shirt and leather jacket, his legs lean and strong beneath black trousers, and her self-defence classes had been nowhere near as expert as judo or Kung Fu, he could be right! But she wasn’t about to let him know that. ‘My husband is in the bedroom,’ she told him firmly, hoping the classical lie in a situation like this sounded more convincing to him than it did to her.

  The green eyes became contemptuous. ‘You don’t have a husband of your own, only someone else’s—and I happen to know he’s out of town!’

  Charly gave an irritated frown. ‘Are you sure you have the right apartment?’ Maybe they could laugh together about this once he realised his mistake—but she doubted it. This man was beyond a joke, and the situation wasn’t at all funny!

  In other circumstances she might even have thought him attractive. He had a certain rakish appearance, casually styled black hair, a reckless light in those deep green eyes, his mouth firmly sculptured, his jaw square, his lean body obviously kept in physical health, although the cynicism in his expression wasn’t quite as attractive, or the derision for her he didn’t try to hide behind politeness.

  ‘This is Matt Parker’s apartment, isn’t it?’ he rasped.

  ‘Yes,’ she frowned.

  ‘And you are Charly, aren’t you?’

  She stiffened. ‘Only my friends are allowed to call me that.’

  He gave her a contemptuous look. ‘And I’m sure there are a lot of them, honey—all male!’

  She drew in an angry breath. ‘I don’t know if you mean to be insulting—’

  ‘Oh, I do,’ he drawled. ‘Believe me, I do!’

  ‘You don’t know the first thing about me—’

  ‘I know the only thing I want to know about you,’ he scoffed. ‘Matt must have been insane to get mixed up with a woman like you.’ He looked at her critically. ‘Admittedly, you’re beautiful—’

  ‘Thank you!’ she said with sarcasm.

  ‘In an earthy sort of way.’ His gaze lingered on the pert fullness of her breasts and the generous curve of her hips. ‘But you certainly don’t look worth throwing away eight years of marriage, a lovely wife, and two kids for!’ he added scathingly.

  ‘I’m sure you’re right—’

  ‘You bet I am. And when Matt gets back from this damned trip he’s going to thank me for finishing things between you—after I’ve killed him,’ he muttered grimly. ‘I did enough bailing out for him at university; I don’t expect to still have to do it!’

  Charly was more puzzled than ever. ‘You were at university with Matt?’

  ‘Yes. Now when Molly gets here I want you to—’

  ‘Matt’s wife is coming here?’ She frowned her confusion. ‘Whatever for?’

  ‘Don’t act dumb,’ he scowled. ‘Or maybe you are,’ he derided. ‘A mistress doesn’t usually answer the telephone in her lover’s apartment and speak to his wife! Unless you’re trying to break them up?’ he grated. ‘You don’t fancy being the next Mrs Matt Parker, do you?’ he scorned. ‘Believe me, it will never happen. Matt may be infatuated with you at the moment, but he’ll listen to me when I tell him you’re nothing but a mercenary little tramp.’

  Charly had a feeling much like it must be to be run over by a steam-roller! ‘I’m sure he will,’ she answered dazedly.

  He nodded, as if there were no doubting the fact. ‘In the meantime we have to convince Molly that she’s all wrong about the two of you.’

  ‘And just how do you propose to do that?’ she asked dryly.

  ‘With the only language women like you understand—money,’ he told her derisively.

  Charly stiffened, resentment in every bone of her body. ‘Is that so?’ she drawled.

  He nodded, his expression contemptuous. ‘And a little acting on your part too—but I’m sure that won’t be difficult for you either,’ he dismissed with disgust.

  In other circumstances she would have put this man firmly in his place, and friend of Matt’s or not, it would not have been this apartment! But at the moment she was too bemused—certainly not amused!—by the assumption he seemed to have made about her and Matt. She was even more interested in hearing how he intended dealing with the situation.

  ‘Go on,’ she invited.

  ‘I’ve told Molly that you’re my girlfriend.’ The man looked at her with dislike.

  Charly returned that dislike—with interest. ‘Couldn’t you have thought of something better than that?’

  ‘In the thinking time I had, no,’ he glared at her. ‘I got in to the country yesterday—’

  ‘I guessed you weren’t English,’ she scorned.

  ‘Not gentlemanly enough for you, hmm?’ he derided. ‘Well I don’t know where you got that plummy accent from,’ he dismissed harshly, ‘but I can assure yo
u I don’t think of you as a lady either!’

  Insulting man! Her parents had paid a small fortune for her to acquire this ‘plummy accent’. And she didn’t think it was ‘plummy’ at all, just correct English. Ignorant lout!

  ‘You were telling me about this marvellous plan you had devised to convince Molly that Matt and I aren’t lovers,’ she prompted in a bored voice. ‘And perhaps it would be better if you introduced yourself.’

  Green eyes glittered dangerously. ‘The name is Aaron Grantley. And I’d advise you not to irritate me, lady; I’m angry enough already!’

  The threat passed unheeded. Aaron Grantley! She had had no idea what he looked like and so hadn’t recognised him, although he was much more well-known in his native America. But she had heard of him, knew that when it came to business there was none better, that the man had amassed a fortune and a hotel empire in America using his business acumen, that he was now interested in advancing into England. Charly hadn’t realised he was in the country. Perhaps she ought to put an end to this right now, before—

  ‘Women like you are a dime a dozen,’ he told her coldly. ‘Damn parasites, living off the vulnerability of married men—’

  ‘Mr Grantley—’

  ‘Believe me, the thought of having to pretend to be your lover makes my skin crawl,’ he added disgustedly. ‘You would have to get me so damned drunk I wouldn’t know what I was doing before I could make love to you!’ he bit out insultingly. ‘But I’m sure there are lots of men who aren’t averse to paying for your services, one way or another.’

  Charly was very pale by the time he had finished, all idea of denying a relationship with Matt completely forgotten. Even if she were the sort of woman this man thought she was he had no right to talk to her in this way. People who knew her well would have recognised and understood the anger in silver eyes that were usually a calm grey, and they would have very wisely not pushed her any further.

  ‘I believe you mentioned something about money yourself,’ she prompted hardly.

  The firmly sculptured mouth twisted derisively. ‘I didn’t think you would have missed that.’

  She gave a haughty inclination of her head. ‘I never ignore the mention of money, Mr Grantley.’

  He nodded. ‘I already guessed that,’ he drawled. ‘I’m prepared to pay you well to pretend to be my girlfriend while Molly is here.’

  ‘How much?’

  ‘I see the thought of money puts colour in your cheeks,’ he scorned harshly.

  If there were any colour in her cheeks it was anger at this man. How dare he come here making assumptions, throwing out accusations and insults! She might regret her silence later, but for the moment she relished the time she would tell this man how wrong he was.

  ‘I said how much, Mr Grantley?’ she repeated coldly.

  He gave a disgusted snort. ‘I bet Matt has never seen you like this; I’m sure you’re always sweet and lovable with him!’

  Charly looked at him steadily. ‘I have no reason not to be,’ she stated truthfully.

  ‘I suppose he bought you those little rocks.’ Aaron Grantley glared at the diamond studs in her earlobes.

  ‘Actually, no,’ she told him smoothly.

  ‘Then some other poor besotted idiot did,’ he accused disgustedly.

  James had never been poor, and certainly not a besotted idiot, she thought bitterly. ‘What sort of payment did you have in mind, Mr Grantley?’ she asked him hardly.

  ‘How about a bracelet to match the earrings?’

  Her brows rose; whatever this man was he wasn’t miserly! ‘Your friendship with Matt must be a very close one,’ she frowned.

  ‘Not close enough, obviously.’ His gaze raked over her contemptuously. ‘He certainly didn’t tell me about you.’ He made the statement an insult.

  Charly shrugged. ‘Probably because he knew you would disapprove.’

  ‘Any real friend would,’ he rasped. ‘The damned fool is married!’

  ‘Are you married?’ She didn’t remember ever hearing about any marriage, but it was always a possibility.

  His mouth twisted. ‘My marital state is none of your business!’

  ‘I just thought, with Molly being a friend, you might find—this—awkward, if you have a wife too.’

  Aaron Grantley sighed. ‘I don’t have a wife, a live-in girlfriend, or indeed any serious relationship at the moment. Which is just as well with Matt in this mess,’ he ground out.

  She nodded. ‘You had better tell me exactly what you’ve told Molly about us.’

  ‘Not a lot,’ he grated forcefully. ‘How could I when I knew nothing about you? Matt had mentioned to me that this apartment wouldn’t be available for my stay because he was letting Charly stay here for a while; I assumed it was one of his colleagues from the hospital that he lets use it when it isn’t convenient for them to travel out of town to their homes. He also told Molly that someone was using the apartment before he left yesterday but he didn’t say who, and like me she assumed it was one of his colleagues from the hospital. Then she realised Matt had left an address book here that she needed, and telephoned to see if this colleague could send it on to her. You answered the telephone,’ he accused.

  Charly vaguely remembered the hastily ended conversation with a woman caller earlier, the other woman ringing off once she was told Charly wasn’t the doctor on duty at the hospital that evening. Charly hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, now she realised that must have been Molly.

  ‘The poor woman is worried out of her mind,’ Aaron Grantley told her harshly. ‘She’s left the kids with her mother and is driving up here immediately.’

  Charly frowned. ‘And where do you come in to it, besides being Matt’s friend?’

  ‘Molly telephoned me after talking to you, to invite me down to dinner tomorrow, and also to ask me if I knew anything about you—casually. Too casually,’ he added pointedly.

  ‘You’re having dinner with Matt’s wife while he’s away?’ she taunted.

  His mouth tightened formidably. ‘He’ll be back tomorrow afternoon; don’t credit everyone else with your alley-cat morals!’

  She drew in an angry breath. ‘If you’re so damned pure why does Molly believe you’re capable of keeping a woman at your best friend’s apartment?’ she accused coldly.

  ‘Doesn’t the fact that she’s driving up here anyway tell you that she doesn’t believe it?’ His eyes glittered. ‘She knows damn well I would do anything to protect Matt, and that includes lying for him. So you had better give the performance of your life, lady!’

  ‘How do you know I don’t work at the hospital?’ she frowned. ‘They have allowed women to enter professions for some years now, you know,’ she added scornfully.

  ‘Molly knows the names of the people Matt lets stay here, and none of them are called Charly! Besides,’ he looked at her derisively, ‘you don’t look as if you have the brains to do more than entertain a man!’

  A chauvinist as well as everything else! ‘I’m not surprised you don’t have a woman in your life at the moment, Mr Grantley,’ she bit out coldly. ‘In fact, I’m surprised you’ve ever had one with your opinion of us!’

  ‘How do you think I came by this opinion?’ he scorned.

  She looked him over coolly. ‘By choosing the wrong sort of woman, obviously. But they were probably the only sort you could get! Certainly no intelligent woman would want to be involved with such a male chauvinist.’

  ‘Pig,’ he finished derisively. ‘That is the colloquialism of today, isn’t it?’ he drawled at her questioning look.

  ‘Male chauvinistic pig,’ she tested the statement for sound. ‘Yes, I believe that applies to you quite nicely.’

  ‘And we both know my opinion of you,’ he rasped. ‘So my acting had better be good too!’

  ‘Just when are you expecting Molly to arrive?’

  ‘It takes just over an hour from the house, so any time now, I would think,’ he scowled. ‘So you had better get yourself dr
essed.’

  ‘Wouldn’t it look more convincing if I stayed as I am?’ she mocked.

  Cold green eyes looked her over critically. ‘Get dressed,’ he instructed abruptly. ‘There’s no reason for us to look as if we’ve just been to bed together.’

  ‘Heaven forbid it should look as if you had actually made love to me!’ Her eyes flashed.

  ‘How old are you?’ he rasped.

  ‘Twenty-six,’ she was surprised into answering the question. ‘What does that have to do with anything?’

  His mouth twisted. ‘I would have thought that by now you would have been used to the knocks.’

  Her expression became unreadable. ‘I am,’ she answered abruptly. ‘I just don’t expect insults from a man I don’t even know—and who certainly doesn’t know me,’ she added hardly.

  ‘What I do know I don’t like,’ he bit out. ‘But you had better tell me a little about yourself so that this act at least stands a chance of succeeding.’

  ‘My name is Charly—Allenby, I’m unmarried, and as I’ve already told you, I’m twenty-six.’

  Aaron Grantley frowned darkly. ‘That’s all?’

  ‘The prisoner is only required to give name, rank, and number,’ she drawled derisively.

  ‘Stop being so damned blasé,’ he rasped grimly. ‘I’m trying to save the marriage of my two dearest friends—and you’re being paid to help me!’

  ‘Maybe if you didn’t make assumptions—’

  ‘The next thing I know you’ll be claiming that your being here is perfectly innocent,’ he scorned.

  ‘It is. Look, why would Matt tell you or his wife I were here if I were his mistress?’

  ‘He told Molly because he didn’t want her to come here and find you in residence, and he told me for the same reason. Charly, go and get some clothes on,’ he said wearily. ‘You’re just wasting time.’

  She had never met anyone like him, even James hadn’t been this arrogant! ‘If you’ll just let me explain—’

  ‘I don’t want to hear all the details,’ he snapped, settling himself down in an armchair. ‘After tonight I don’t even want to see you again.’