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  Adam Steinbeck hesitated and then he said: 'Perhaps I could give you a lift.'

  'A lift?' Caroline was incredulous. 'In a car?'

  'Well, I didn't intend carrying you on my back,' he remarked rather dryly, and she chuckled.

  'But you're not going in my direction,' she exclaimed.

  'No, but I'm quite prepared to do so. My car is just

  parked along here. If you'd like a lift, that is.'

  'Gosh, would I?' she cried in relief. 'Please.'

  'Good.' He put a hand beneath her elbow and guided her swiftly along the busy street. She was intensely conscious of the nearness of him and of how attractive he looked in a dark blue suit and dark overcoat. The collar of his overcoat was turned up and she found him quite fascinating.

  The car turned out to be a Rolls, while a uniformed chauffeur was seated behind the steering wheel. He sprang out at Adam's approach and said:

  'Are you ready to go already, sir?'

  'I am, Jules,' replied Caroline's companion smoothly. 'However, I intend to drive myself. You can go along to the office and explain that I've been called away and will be rather late.'

  'Yes, sir.' The chauffeur saluted smartly. If he was at all surprised at this turn of events he did not show it and although the sight of Caroline in her rather shabby duffel coat could not have been a usual one his face remained impassive. After he had gone Caroline looked curiously at her companion. Who on earth could he be, to run a Rolls and a chauffeur? He must only be a director, she decided nervously, and bit hard at her lip.

  Adam smiled at her obvious discomfiture. 'Don't look so perturbed,' he remarked lazily. 'The car belongs to me, I can assure you.'

  Caroline flushed. 'I don't doubt that,' she replied, sighing and allowed him to assist her into the seat beside the driver. After closing her door firmly, he walked round the bonnet and slid in beside her. He looked perfectly at ease and she thought rather wist- fully that he fitted the car. Both were well groomed and immaculate.

  'And now,' he said, before she had any time to ask questions, 'where am I to take you?'

  Caroline told him her address and wondered whether when they arrived he would expect to be invited in. She hoped not. The old building was hardly the sort of background she would have chosen.

  Their route through some unknown side streets brought them to Gloucester Court in a very short time. As they had avoided the main roads the traffic had been much lighter and although Caroline was sure she would have got lost in the fog, it was obvious that this man knew London very well. The big car looked out of place in the small court and Caroline hoped Amanda was not looking out of the window. They had spoken little on the journey and when the car halted Caroline made to get out as quickly as she could.

  'Just a moment,' he muttered easily. 'How long will you be?'

  Caroline's eyes widened. 'Not long,' she exclaimed guardedly.

  'Then I'll wait,' he said surprisingly, and took out a case of cigars.

  Caroline was astounded, but with a hasty 'Thank you' she sprang out, carefully closed the door and ran inside the building.

  The flat was on the first floor and soon she was unlocking the door and going in. A glance at her watch told her it was barely twelve-forty-five. Only a quarter of her hour had gone already.

  Amanda was still in bed, breathing nasally. 'Is that you, Caroline?' she called feebly.

  'Who were you expecting?' replied Caroline cheerfully. 'Now then, how do you feel?' She came to the bedroom door.

  'I'm bearing up,' answered Amanda with a forced smile. 'You're nice and early. Could I have some soup, do you think? I feel quite hungry now.'

  'Of course,' said Caroline, pulling off her mitts. 'That's a good sign.' She hurried into the kitchen and filled the kettle before opening the tin of beef broth.

  When the kettle had boiled she refilled Amanda's hot water bottle again and made some more tea. She put ten pence in the electric meter, ensuring that the fire would remain on, and put the soup in a saucepan to heat up.

  'Did you get into trouble this morning?' asked Amanda thickly, as Caroline set a tray of steaming soup, toast, and tea in front of her.

  'Well, I'm still on the payroll,' replied Caroline, evading the question. She didn't want Amanda worrying about her and as for telling her about accepting a lift from a stranger! Well! She just couldn't do it. Amanda would think she was the village idiot; after all, she knew nothing about him at all.

  After making Amanda comfortable, she put on her mitts again.

  'I must go,' she said quickly. 'I don't want to be late again.'

  Amanda's eyes widened. 'But, Caroline, it's only one o'clock and you've had nothing yourself.'

  'Oh, I'm not hungry,' lied Caroline blithely, aware of feeling particularly empty. 'Anyway, I can get a sandwich from the canteen when I get back.'

  'Oh, all right, pet. Thanks for everything, and mind

  how you go. Let's hope I'm feeling better by tonight. I have a date with Ron.'

  Ron Cartwright was her current boy-friend. A cub- reporter for the Daily Southerner who imagined himself the editor, was Caroline's private opinion.

  'Well, you won't be going out,' stated Caroline indignantly. 'It's absolutely freezing out there, and it's so damp and foggy.'

  Amanda shivered and sipped her soup appreciatively. 'All right, all right, it was only a thought.'

  'Well, forget it,' ordered Caroline with a smile. 'I must go now.' She walked to the door. 'See you about five-thirty, I expect.'

  'Okay, don't get lost.'

  Caroline ran down the stairs again and out into the street. The cold atmosphere was numbing and feeling very nervous she approached the car. It had been turned in her absence and as she neared it the man pushed open the door from inside. She slid in beside him, into a world of luxurious comfort, warm air and the delicious scent of Havana tobacco.

  'Good,' he said as she slammed the door. 'Do I take it you have executed your business?'

  'Yes, sir,' Caroline was subdued.

  'Sir?' He frowned. 'Why are you calling me that?'

  Caroline shrugged. 'Well, you must be somebody important with a car like this,' she replied carefully. 'I don't know who you are, and if you don't mind my saying so, you don't seem awfully keen to tell me. Are you married and afraid your wife finds out? Oh, I hope that doesn't sound rude.'

  He smiled slightly. 'I am not married,' he stated firmly, 'and you can call me Adam. Does that satisfy you?'

  Caroline flushed scarlet. 'Yes, sir.. .1 mean Adam,' she answered, feeling rather foolish.

  He started the car and they moved away from the kerb. However, once they had joined the main stream of traffic he took the opposite turning to the proper one and Caroline realised they were not going in the direction of the Steinbeck Building.

  'Wh.. .where are you taking me?' she enquired, trying to keep her voice calm when suddenly it felt very shaky.

  'To a roadhouse I know near Kingston,' he replied easily. 'I gather you haven't eaten yet, so over a meal you can tell me all your troubles.'

  Caroline gasped. 'But I'm due at the office in twenty minutes,' she exclaimed. 'Oh, please, take me back.'

  'Don't worry,' he murmured, quite amused at her expression. 'I'll speak to Miss Morgan myself. Relax.'

  Caroline's tensed body suddenly went weak. What could she do now? She had been stupid and she was now paying the penalty. He could do what he liked with her! Take her where he liked, for that matter! It was her own fault for trusting him. She looked desperately out of the window and wondered whether, if she shouted for help, anyone would take any notice. Driving in a car like this the odds were decidedly against it.

  She was most astonished therefore, when a short while later, the powerful car turned between the wrought iron gates of a driveway and drew up outside the imposing facade of a country house with 'The Copper Kettle' printed on a sign which hung over the doorway.

  Adam slid out and walked round the bonnet to assist Caroline to alight. She fore
stalled him, however, and with a smile he slammed her door and locked it.

  'Did you think I was kidnapping you?' he asked in her ear, as he drew her through the entrance and into the wide hallway.

  'That thought had crossed my mind,' she admitted with a smile, which she suddenly couldn't control.

  At their entrance a waiter appeared immediately and greeted them. 'Your usual table, Mr Steinbeck?' he asked politely, his sophisticated eyes taking in the blue duffel coat that Caroline was wearing and finding it sadly lacking.

  'Yes, thank you, Andre,' replied Adam, and urged Caroline forward. But Caroline had been arrested by the man's words.

  'Steinbeck,' she whispered in an awed voice. 'Oh, glory!'

  The restaurant was quite full, but a table near the window was awaiting them. Andre saw them comfortably seated and then produced the menu with a flourish. All the diners looked with surprise at Caroline. The women were all wearing expensive furs; minks and sables; and the men were as immaculately groomed as Caroline's companion.

  Quite a number of people had greeted Adam, and Caroline, now aware of his identity, felt awkward and out of place. She wished that he had not turned out to be so important a person. Had he been just an ordinary person like herself he might have seriously become interested in her, but now that she knew who he was she was convinced that any interest he had in her must be simply curiosity. She ought to have realised the day she met him in the lift, by the impeccable cut of his clothes, that he was no ordinary office worker. It was fantastic to consider the difference in their positions and she sighed dejectedly.

  Adam asked her if she had any preference regarding the food, but she shook her head and was glad when he said he would choose for her. What did she know about menus that were large enough to cover the table?

  After he had ordered the meal the wine waiter appeared and there followed another discussion about the choice of wines. As an aperitif he ordered Martinis, and Caroline found herself with a glass in her hand and a cigarette between her fingers.

  Looking about her, Caroline was extremely conscious of the limitations of her red pinafore dress and white jumper and was convinced she must be the topic of conversation of all these elegantly fashionable women. They must be wondering why such a man as Adam Steinbeck was giving her lunch when he was obviously much more accustomed to dining with the elite of society.

  Her eyes returned to Adam as he smoked his cigarette and she saw wonderingly that his eyelashes were extremely long and thick. Combined with his dark skin, strong face and fathomless eyes, he was quite the most attractive man Caroline had ever seen. He had a kind of animal magnetism against which she felt herself to be completely defenceless.

  Suddenly his eyes turned on her and caught her staring at him and she hastily drew, on her cigarette and took a sip of her Martini. She choked in the process and had the ignominy of spluttering and coughing

  arousing the amused attention of the whole of the restaurant.

  Adam, however, was not perturbed and said softly:

  'I suppose you ought not to be drinking that, ought you?'

  Caroline flushed anew. 'I'm almost eighteen,' she exclaimed, feeling embarrassed.

  'Almost, but not quite,' he remarked slowly. 'However, in this instance, no one but ourselves is aware of the facts, so there need be no disgrace.'

  Caroline, sure he was amusing himself by teasing her, put down her drink before she made any more mistakes.

  'Why didn't you tell me immediately you were Adam Steinbeck?' she said suddenly.

  He shrugged. 'It was a new experience to be treated like a fellow employee. I quite enjoyed it.'

  She sighed. 'I never know when you're serious,' she said, looking very young and vulnerable.

  'Don't you?' he smiled. 'Perhaps that's just as well,' he said enigmatically.

  The meal was the most delicious Caroline had ever tasted. A clear consomme was followed by fresh salmon, then Aylesbury duckling and green peas and finally a strawberry mousse.

  'Strawberries in December!' she exclaimed in delight, and Adam smiled rather indulgently, like an uncle who was taking out his favourite niece for a special treat.

  When they were having cigarettes with coffee made with fresh cream, she sighed contentedly.

  'I gather you enjoyed it,' he remarked, dropping the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray.

  'Oh, I did,' she exclaimed. 'It was fabulous! I've never had such a meal.' She flushed. 'I must seem very stupid.'

  'No, just very young,' he replied softly. 'Now, tell me about this morning.'

  'Oh, my being late, you mean,' she said with a grimace. 'Amanda has got 'flu and I had to make sure she was comfortable before I left. I didn't know she was ill until I got up, you see, so consequently I was late. The fog delayed me too and Miss Morgan was positively breathing fire when I got in. Mind you, it was a quarter to ten, so I guess she was right in a way. Although she wouldn't let me explain and reported me to Mr Donnelly. I had to go and see him at eleven and although he was angry I think he understood. Miss Morgan rather ravages him, you know, and the poor man doesn't know what to do for the best.'

  'Really?' Adam sounded intrigued, and suddenly Caroline realised just who she was talking to. With a hasty frown she exclaimed:

  'You wouldn't cause any trouble about this, would you? I don't wan't to get anyone into trouble.'

  He smiled. 'Don't worry. I'll treat what you've told me as confidential, although I think Miss Morgan needs taking down a peg or two.' He laughed softly. 'So Donnelly decided to keep you on, did he?'

  'Yes. But I mustn't be late again, because if I am, I'll be dismissed.' She glanced at her watch. 'That's a joke, do you realise it's a quarter to three?'

  He relaxed lazily, studying her flushed face. 'I've told you, don't worry. Today you certainly will not get fired. I personally vouch for that.'

  Caroline smiled. 'Honestly, this is all like some crazy dream,' she exclaimed. 'I still can't believe it's true. Even though I know I'm sitting here, it seems too fantastic.'

  He smiled in return. 'But you have enjoyed it?' he asked interestedly.

  She sighed. 'How could I do anything else?' she exclaimed. 'It's been marvellous!'

  'Good, I'm glad.' He stubbed out his cigarette. 'Are you ready to go?'

  A few minutes later they were back in the Rolls and heading towards the city. Caroline felt unusually depressed. It had all been so unexpected and exciting and now it was all over. The skyscraper structure of the Steinbeck Building was soon in sight and Adam parked the car in its earlier position which was apparently reserved for him.

  As soon as the car had stopped, Caroline turned towards him impulsively. 'I can't thank you enough,' she said, sighing. 'I've really had a fabulous lunch and I hope I haven't been too much of a liability.'

  He grinned, and rested his arms on the steering wheel. 'Not at all,' he said easily. 'Tell me, would you like to have dinner with me one evening?'

  Caroline's cheeks grew scarlet. 'Me?' she exclaimed. 'Why, I. . .are you sure you want to take me?'

  He smiled lazily. 'Why else would I ask you? H ow about tomorrow?'

  Caroline clasped her hands. Suddenly the day was much brighter. 'Oh, I'd adore it,' she cried.

  'Good. I'll pick you up outside your apartment at seven. Is that too early?'

  'No, I can manage that,' she answered eagerly. 'I'd better go now.'

  'Hold on,' he exclaimed, sliding out from behind the wheel. 'I, too, am going into the building. And I too, am very late.'

  'But you won't want to be seen with me,' she protested, and was surprised at the look of annoyance that crossed his face.

  'Do you personally object?' he queried quietly.

  'Of course not,' she denied swiftly.

  'Then don't say that again,' he said curtly, and taking her arm firmly he led her towards the entrance.

  It was three-fifteen and Caroline's legs felt like jelly. Her consternation must have shown in her face, because he said:

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sp; 'Relax, I've told you, you'll be all right.'

  She looked up at him and suddenly felt assured. The touch of his fingers on her elbow, the nearness of his strong, powerful body all reassured her and she knew she would always feel safe and secure with him.

  They entered the impressive reception hall of the Steinbeck Building and were immediately the cynosure of all eyes. The intimacy of their relationship seemed suddenly blatant for all to see and self-consciously Caroline released herself from his hold.

  The hall staff were quite obviously astounded and once they were inside the lift Adam turned thoughtfully to her.

  'You were embarrassed,' he said softly. 'Why?'

  Caroline shrugged, turning pink. 'I was thinking of you,' she said.

  'What about me? That I was very much older than you?' He sounded amused.

  'No,' denied Caroline hotly. 'It's just that those porters are such dreadful gossips and the whole building will know we came in together by tea-time.'

  'And so?' he prompted. He was leaning against the wall of the lift. It had stopped at the third floor, but he made no attempt to open the gates.

  'Well, don't you care?' she asked, aware of a breathlessness about her.

  'Should I?' he asked, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. 'What I do is my own affair, surely. Are you sure it isn't yourself who feels upset?'

  'Not at all,' exclaimed Caroline. 'Honestly, I quite enjoyed the feeling of being important for once.'

  'Then you do still want to have dinner with me, tomorrow?'

  Caroline moved her shoulders in a helpless gesture. 'Of course. I'm looking forward to it.'

  'Good.' Straightening up, he opened the gates and allowed her to pass through. 'Then I'll see you tomorrow as arranged.' He smiled. 'I trust you have no trouble with Miss Morgan.'