Accidentally Expecting! Read Free

End play until—’
    ‘You can’t stop there!’ he protested. ‘Just when it’s getting interesting.’
    ‘I was taking the pics. We had a thing going—and, well, Ididn’t expect eternal fidelity—but I did expect his full attention while we were together.’
    ‘A reasonable desire,’ her companion said solemnly.
    ‘So I thought, but an actress in the play started flashing her eyes at him. I think she saw him chiefly as a career step-up—Oh, I don’t know, though. To be fair, he’s very handsome.’
    ‘Well known?’ Dante asked.
    ‘Sandor Jayley.’
    Dante’s eyes widened.
    ‘I saw one of his films on television the other day,’ he said. ‘He’s supposed to be headed for even greater things.’ He assumed a declamatory voice. ‘The man whose embrace all women dream of—whose merest look—’
    ‘Oh, shut up!’ she said through laughter. ‘I can’t keep a straight face at that twaddle, which used to really annoy him.’
    ‘He took it seriously?’
    ‘Yes. Mind you, he has plenty going for him.’
    ‘Looks, allure…?’
    ‘Dazzling smile, more charm than was good for him—or for me. Just the usual stuff. Nothing, really.’
    ‘Yes, it doesn’t amount to much,’ he agreed. ‘You have to wonder why people make such a fuss about it.’
    They nodded in solemn accord.
    He yawned suddenly, turning so that he was half-sideways and could raise one foot onto the seat beside him; he rested an arm on it and leaned his head back. Ferne studied him a moment, noticing the relaxed grace of his tall, lean body. His shirt was open at the throat, enough to reveal part of his smooth chest; his black hair was slightly on the long side.
    She had to admit that he had ‘the usual stuff’, with plenty to spare. His face was not only handsome but intriguing, withwell-defined, angular features, dark, wicked eyes and a look of fierce, humorous intelligence.
    Quirky, she thought, considering him with a professional gaze. Always about to do or say something unexpected. That was what she’d try to bring out if she were taking his photograph.
    Suddenly he looked at her, and the gleaming look was intense.
    ‘So, tell me about it,’ he said.
    ‘Where do I start?’ She sighed. ‘The beginning, when I was starry-eyed and stupid, or later, when he was shocked by my “unprincipled vulgarity”?’
    Dante was immediately alert.
    ‘Unprincipled and vulgar, hmm? That sounds interesting. Don’t stop.’
    ‘I met Tommy when I was hired to take the photographs for the play—’
    ‘Tommy?’
    ‘Sandor. His real name is Tommy Wiggs.’
    ‘I can see why he changed it. But I want to know how you were unprincipled and vulgar.’
    ‘You’ll have to wait for that bit.’
    ‘Spoilsport!’
    ‘Where was I? Ah, yes, taking pictures for the play. Thinking back, I guess he set out to make me fall for him because he reckoned it would give an extra something to the photographs. So he took me to dinner and dazzled me.’
    ‘And you were taken in by actorly charm?’ Dante asked, frowning a little, as though he found it hard to believe.
    ‘No, he was cleverer than that. He made a great play of switching off the actor and just being himself , as he put it, saying he wanted to use his real name because Sandor was for the masses. The man inside was Tommy .’ Seeing his face, she said, ‘Yes, it makes me feel a bit queasy too, but that night it was charming.
    ‘The thing is, Tommy was made to be a film actor, not a stage actor. He’s more impressive in close-up, and the closer you get the better he seems.’
    ‘And he made sure you got very close?’
    ‘Not that night,’ she murmured, ‘but eventually.’
    She fell silent, remembering moments that had been sweet at the time but in retrospect felt ridiculous. How easily she’d fallen, and how glad she was to be out of it now. Yet there had been other times that she still remembered with pleasure, however mistakenly.
    Dante watched her face, reading it without difficulty,