Page 30 of Storm over the Caribbean
“No.”
“An orgy?”
“No!Blimey, what do you take me for?”
“A woman who, in the early days of pregnancy, thought it would be a great idea to drink tree sap and eat ice cream and mustard on toast.”
Well…I had to give him that. Blast!
Sending him a mutinous glare, I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Well, this woman still has a surprise for you. And she would like to show it to you,now.”
The unspoken words “or else” hung in the air.
Mr Rikkard Ambrose met my fiery, ferocious gaze—and proceeded to completely ignore it. Wordlessly, he turned back towards his paperwork.
All right. I cracked my knuckles. He wasn’t budging? Then it was time to use my ultimate, most lethal weapon.
“Please?” I batted my eyelashes at him. “Pretty please?”
Mr Ambrose’s pen froze halfway back towards his documents.
I grinned.
***
“Just to be clear,” Mr Ambrose stated coolly, while I did my best to drag him along the pavement. “I am only coming on this foolhardy excursion because I was finished with my business papers in any case.”
“Sure, sure. Now come along, will you?”
A moment of silence. Then…
“Mrs Ambrose?”
“Yes, Mr Ambrose, Sir?”
“Why are you dragging me to the house next door?”
I sent him a bright smile. “Like I said. Surprise.”
Moments later, we reached the front door and it swung open, revealing a familiar, towering figure. One with a rather dour expression on his face.
“Greetings,Sahib.”
“Karim? What is going on he—”
He abruptly cut off.
There was a pause.
“Karim?”
“Yes,Sahib?”
“Is thatpaint in your beard?”
“Yes,Sahib.”
“How…never mind. Step aside.”
