Rules of Harte (Harte Series #1)

by Harris, Brooke

  Apparently, he’d turned over a new leaf, or so Shelly said. He’d not called any girls to his office for sex in over a week. Eva thought Shelly would be relieved but instead she was a hysterical mess. Eva tried her best to comfort her but no words seemed to help. And seeing Eva called back to his office so often to chat, and sometimes laugh, seemed to make it so much worse. Eva and Shelly were barely on speaking terms when Eva got her fourth call to his office late on Thursday afternoon. There was just a little over twenty four hours left before the ball, and Eva was desperate to put things right with Shelly before then.

  ‘He’s at his desk, but I don’t have to tell you, you’re his favourite. You probably know more about him than any of us.’

  ‘I don’t think Mr Doe is the type to have favourites.’

  ‘The type? So you know what type he is?’

  Eva shook her head. This was crazy. ‘That’s not what I mean…look, I don’t’ know why he’s calling me up here so much, really. All we do is talk.’

  ‘Yeah. Fucking. Right. You know, Eva, I really liked you, I thought we could be good friends but I think Mia might be right about you.’

  ‘Mia knows nothing about me,’ Eva snapped.

  ‘Really? Cause she seemed to have you spot on.’

  A shiver ran down Eva’s spine. She knew Mia wouldn’t miss an opportunity to bitch about her, but the fact Shelly believed her made Eva feel sick.

  ‘I don’t know what you want me to say, Shelly. Mia hates me.’

  Shelly exhaled slowly and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Yeah I know, I’m sorry. I don’t believe her, really. It’s just…’

  Shelly paused. Eva nodded and encouraged her friend to keep talking. She had a feeling she wouldn’t like what was said, but she needed to hear.

  ‘Mia said you’d try to take over, and well, she’s kinda right. Since you started coming up here, Eva, no other girl in the office gets a look in.’

  Eva tried not to smile. It was the nicest thing she had heard in quite a while, but she knew Shelly wasn’t throwing a compliment out there. Shelly was hurting. And even though it was entirely out of her control, Eva still felt terrible.

  ‘I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I have no idea why he’s changed.’

  ‘Me neither,’ Shelly said, wiping away tears. ‘I liked him better before.’

  ‘Do you want me to ask him about it?’

  ‘Nah,’ Shelly shook her head and grabbed Eva for a rib crushing hug. ‘Just the way it is now…maybe it’s time I got a boyfriend and stopped relying on my boss for booty calls.’

  ‘That’s the spirit. Hopefully there’ll be plenty of hot guys to choose from tomorrow night.’

  Shelly eyes glistened. ‘If it’s anything like last year, hot would be an understatement. You’re in for one hell of a surprise. I’ll have a glass of bubbly with your name on it, don’t be late.’

  Eva was about to quiz Shelly on the details of last year’s events but she heard Mr Doe’s deep voice call her from the depths of his office. She wouldn’t dare keep him waiting any longer.

  Chapter 31

  Mr Doe insisted Eva take the day of the Ball off work. She’d tried to act reluctant but she was secretly delighted. She hadn’t been sleeping well. She’d been missing Julian and she was riddled with guilt about almost cancelling her date with Nathan. The thought of a lie-in was heavenly. Unfortunately a little extra rest had turned into a coma, and Eva didn’t wake until well after lunch and had spent the reminder of the afternoon all hot and bothered. But it was nothing four cups of coffee, a hot shower and a curling tongs didn’t sort out.

  Although Eva tried to stay calm when the doorbell rang, her nerves were in full attack. She looked at her watch. It was still early.

  ‘Come on in,’ Eva said, trying to relax as Nathan’s bright smile greeted her.

  Nathan took a small step back. Eva blushed as he looked her up and down and smiled.

  ‘Will we just get going?’

  ‘But…but, I’m not ready.’

  Eva tried to double check her watch without Nathan noticing. The Stud Farm was an hour away according to Google Maps, and she guessed they’d need some time to find it on the country roads, but it was just after six. The Ball didn’t start for another two and half hours. She really didn’t want to be one of the first to arrive. She was hoping to just blend in with the crowd later.

  ‘You look ready to me. You look lovely, Eva.’

  Eva ran her hands down the purple silk of her dress. Julian had, of course, included the expensive dress she had tried on in one of the many boxes. He’d gone beyond spoiling her and feeling the soft material between her fingers now, she couldn’t help but think of him and miss him.

  ‘I’ve left the engine running. If I turn it off, I mightn’t get it running again,’ Nathan said with a sheepish giggle.

  Eva’s heart sank. She looked at the bottle of Italian Merlot that sat opened and warming by the French doors. She wasn’t being dramatic, she really wasn’t ready. She hadn’t finished fixing her hair, and her make-up was only half-done, but Nathan looked so anxious, she wasn’t comfortable asking him to wait.

  ‘I’ll follow you down; I just have to grab something.’

  Nathan nodded and swung his car keys around his finger as he walked ahead. ‘Great. Hopefully we’ll get there early and get an extra pint in. Dutch courage and all that.’

  Eva smiled. It was weirdly comforting to know Nathan was just as nervous as she was.

  Flustered, Eva grabbed a small rucksack from under her bed and threw in her make-up, some hair clips and a ridiculously large can of hairspray. She’d just have to get ready on the way. Eva’s fingers shook as she turned the key in the lock of her front door. She thought about changing her mind and rushing back inside to the safety of her apartment, but she wouldn’t let herself fall at the last hurdle. She’d come so far. She had to do this for the sake of her career. She had to do it for the sake of her sanity.

  A light summer mist sprinkled Eva’s loose hair, and she scanned the car park for Nathan’s car. She didn’t even know what he drove. She waited by the main door, stepping under the porch for shelter and hoped Nathan would spot her.

  Her phone vibrating in her dainty clutch bag startled her and she dropped her rucksack. It landed in a forming puddle and sprayed the bottom of her dress with murky water. Her faked composure was starting to unravel. She grabbed her rucksack and shook it off and brushed down the droplets on her dress, praying they wouldn’t leave a stain. Her phone continued vibrating. The pressure in Eva’s head was building and she had a headache from hell. What was she thinking, swanning off to fancy gala parties in secluded locations? It wasn’t her. She was trying to be something she wasn’t and it made her nervous. The ringing was incessant.

  ‘Hello,’ she barked at the number she didn’t recognise.

  ‘Ms Andrews? Evangeline Andrews?

  ‘Yes, speaking.’

  Eva hoped it wasn’t someone trying to sell her something. She usually listened to them waffle on for ten minutes about the product that would change her life while trying to pluck up the courage to tell them she wasn’t interested. Usually, she chickened out, and ended up buying their stuff just to avoid the awkwardness of saying no.

  ‘Hello, Ms Andrews. My Name is Anthony. Mr Harte asked me to pick you up. Can you let me in?’

  ‘You work for Julian?’

  ‘Yes, Miss. Can you buzz me in?’

  ‘Buzz you in?’

  Eva was confused. She recognised Anthony’s name but Julian knew she was going with Nathan. Why would she need a lift with his staff? If Julian was playing games again, Eva was less than impressed.

  ‘I’m at the gate, Miss. But I can’t get in. You’ll have to open them.’

  Eva took a deep breath. She was sure Anthony, was a lovely guy but Julian had out-stepped himself. She would have to explain that she didn’t need his service. Christ, she was furious. She had finally taken a break from spending every waking moment thinking
about him, and then he barged back into her life with a gesture like this.

  ‘I’m afraid there’s been a mistake,’ she said politely. ‘I have a lift arranged. I’m so sorry to have wasted your time.’

  ‘No mistake, Miss. Mr Harte said you might be reluctant.’

  How dare he, Eva thought. Going around guessing how she might react, and then warning people. He was so bloody arrogant, so infuriating…and, so occupying her every sense right now, damn it.

  ‘I’m sorry, Anthony, I know you’re only doing your job but Julian shouldn’t have organised this without checking with me first.’

  ‘I think it was meant to be a surprise,’ Anthony explained.

  Eva rolled her eyes. Great, now she sounded ungrateful. Maybe she should just take the lift. She didn’t want to get Anthony in any trouble. She leaned back through the main doors and quickly pressed the release button on the gate. She reluctantly stepped back outside and waited with bated breath for Anthony.

  A small grey hatchback appeared with its engine roaring as it pulled up beside Eva. A comical splutter shot from the exhaust and Nathan stepped out the driver’s door.

  ‘Sorry, had a little trouble with the headlights. All systems go now, though.’

  He was more excited than a schoolboy on Christmas Eve.

  Eva’s face flushed as a long, sleek, black limo rounded the corner and pulled up dwarfing Nathan’s car. She had no idea how this would play out and she wanted more than ever to duck back inside.

  A suited gentleman, with a smart grey cap, stepped out the driver’s door of the limo and walked to the rear passenger’s door and opened it. A haven of soft cream leather and oak fittings waited inside. Eva’s jaw dropped, actually cracking as it fell. She’d seen people with the open mouthed expression in movies but she never thought it actually happened in real life, but right now, she was learning it did. She stood, statue like, unable to speak, for a moment.

  ‘Ms Andrews?’ the driver asked, nodding towards Eva.

  ‘Anthony.’ Eva smiled, shaking his extended hand.

  ‘What the hell is going on here?’ Nathan asked, stepping forward and placing his hand on Eva’s shoulder territorially.

  Anthony’s eyes narrowed as he stared back at Nathan. Eva wondered if Anthony had simply taken an instant disliking to Nathan, or if Julian had said something.

  Eva stuttered and stammered as she scanned her brain for any sort of reasonable excuse to bar the truth. She couldn’t think fast enough. Anthony pulled himself to his full height, although he was still as broad as he was tall, and the introduction just slipped off his lips.

  ‘I’m the chauffer, Sir.’

  Eva smiled. It wasn’t a lie but it was a pathetic explanation. Nathan didn’t seem too put out.

  ‘Nice one, Eva,’ he said, jumping in, sliding across to the far side and helping himself to the champagne, chilling on ice and waiting.

  Eva mouthed a silent thank you towards Anthony and followed Nathan into the car.

  Chapter 32

  The conversation flowed surprisingly well. Eva was actually hoping for a little uncomfortable silence, it would have given her time to fix her make up but Nathan was full of chat; probably because within the first ten miles, he was full of champagne too.

  ‘There’s another bottle in the cabinet to your left,’ Anthony said without turning around. ‘Mr Harte thought you might need it.’

  Eva contemplated taking offence, but she just smiled. Julian was right. She really did need it, but she needed him more.

  ‘Whatcha thinking?’ Nathan asked randomly.

  Eva hadn’t noticed the lack of conversation. Or that she had been staring out the window for the past ten minutes.

  ‘Sorry, just nervous - you know.’

  ‘Nothing to be nervous about.’ Nathan took her hand in his and kissed her palm. ‘We’ll have a great night. Fuck the haters and the bull-shitters.’

  Eva exhaled. ‘Yeah, fuck them.’

  ‘That’s the spirit. Now pour the booze.’

  By the end of the second bottle, Nathan was looking rather glass eyed and Eva wondered how much further this place was. They seemed to be driving forever. They’d turned off the motorway ages ago and now there were no street lights and minimal road markings.

  ‘Eh Anthony,’ Eva said, leaning forward. ‘Where are we?’

  ‘Almost there,’ he replied. Eva could hear him smile. ‘Just at the end of this road. Look, you can see the gates from here.’

  Eva stared out the window. All she could see was the full moon shining down on huge trees in the open countryside. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable about their isolation when large granite pillars, elongated by low stone clad walls, came into view.

  They pulled into the huge open mouth of the driveway and Anthony got out of the car, chatted briefly with the security guard and waited as the enormous wrought iron gates swung slowly open before sitting back into the car.

  ‘Looks nice,’ Nathan said as the car began to move again.

  Eva sat silently as the car followed the contours of the long, sweeping, drive. Falling darkness was pierced by the light of evenly-spaced, tall, ivory lanterns at the edge of precisely manicured gardens, that seemed to stretch back for eternity.

  ‘Oh. Holy. Shit,’ Eva whispered to herself as her eyes couldn’t take in the enormous mansion in front of them in a single blink. The limo circled a huge fountain just in front of the house and stopped opposite the main door. Eva knew from the invitation, requesting the pleasure of their company at an evening of splendour and entertainment, that she should have high expectations, but this, this amazing place, was mind blowing.

  Eva savoured the crunch of her shoes as she stepped out of the car. Nathan walked around the back of the car and took her hand like a princess. She threw her eyes up the ridiculous amount of solid concrete steps leading to the open main doors and looked pitifully back down at her new and beautiful Louboutin shoes. She smiled at the irony. She was in a stunning wonderland dressed in the most elaborate dress imaginable, and she had to climb a small mountain to get inside.

  Eva heard the engine of the limo start again and she looked back to see Anthony drive away. Christ there was no turning back. She gulped painfully and tried not to wobble in her stilettos.

  ‘Name.’ A large man in a black tuxedo demanded as they approached the doors. His hand was raised and his palm was turned towards them. Eva didn’t think it was possible to feel more nervous, but she discovered she’d just been scratching the surface before now.

  ‘Nathan Shields and Evangeline Andrews,’ Nathan answered.

  The man leaned back until Eva was certain he would fall over. He was checking with someone hidden behind the doors.

  ‘Good evening, Mr Shields. Welcome.’ The man stepped aside to let Nathan pass.

  Nathan linked Eva’s arm and she wrapped her fingers tight around him.

  ‘Sorry Miss. You’re not on the list.’

  Eva stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart raced until it hurt. Silence hung in the air for what felt like eternity.

  A huge grin crept across the man’s face and he began to chuckle.

  ‘You should see your face. I’m just having a laugh. Do come inside.’

  Eva didn’t find it funny.

  Nathan pulled her closer to him. For a second, she let herself relax into his arms.

  Chapter 33

  Inside was as beautiful as Eva expected. A huge, sweeping, marble staircase took over most of the foyer. She looked up to take in the view of the massive, overhead balcony. She scanned the landing and couldn’t’ help wonder what was up there. Her stare was drawn back to the heavy silver chain linked across the mouth of the stairs; clearly anything beyond that point was out of bounds. She forgot her curiosity when Nathan’s hand pressed on the small of her back, leading her to one side.

  Eva heard her name squealed excitedly in the distance and growing closer. Someone pounced on her, grabbed both her hands and spun her around.

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sp; ‘Oh my fucking God. You look incredible.’

  She was wearing her mask already. It was pretty, deep burgundy and it sparkled with lots of coloured glitter. A long, black cape with oversized hood covered her from head to toe. Eva smiled. She recognised her friend’s voice straight away. Just knowing Shelly was there, instantly helped her relax.

  ‘It’s awesome here, isn’t it?’ Shelly was physically bouncing up and down on the spot with childlike excitement.

  Eva flashed a toothy grin. ‘It’s fab, yeah.’ She was only half listening. Her subconscious was watching Nathan as he chatted with the girl behind a large, oak table that acted as the reception desk for the evening. Eva had never been to a masquerade ball before, but she’d guessed seeing everyone behind a mask would be different, but what the hell was the cape all about? Shelly was in total disguise. It wasn’t just different, it was bloody weird.

  Nathan returned with two glasses of champagne and some folded garments in his hand. A huge satisfied grin lit up the lower half of his face and emphasised his dark blue mask with a hand drawn, black and white eagle on the left side. It was really rather good and Eva smiled, learning that Nathan was obviously very artistic.

  ‘It’s time,’ he announced like they were about to take a giant step into the unknown. And to Eva, in that moment, that’s exactly what it felt like. She recognised the fabric in his hand; it was the same as the cape Shelly wore.

  ‘Here’s yours,’ Nathan said, shaking out the long black silk and draping it over Eva’s shoulders before she had a chance to protest.

  It was soft and comfortable and she hated to admit it, even to herself, but the anonymity gave her a strange confidence. Eva rummaged in her rucksack for her mask, hoping no one would notice that she was the only one not collecting hers at reception. She tried to ignore how flushed her cheeks were by the bags frayed edges and out of place appearance.