Eros by Helen Harper Page B

take a lot longer than that.’
    ‘A week? Two weeks?’
    Coop shrugged. ‘Maybe a couple of months.’
    ‘Months?’ Hermes shrieked. ‘You can’t do that to her.’
    ‘I’m not doing anything to her,’ he answered calmly. ‘She’s got a job, she’s happy, she gets to enjoy some sunshine for a change…’
    ‘How do you know she’s happy if you’re not even speaking to her?’
    There was a moment of silence then Coop changed the subject. ‘Tell me what Apollo is doing.’
    Hermes sighed. ‘Oh, storming about and generally being a grumpy bastard. As I suspected, it took his guys all of about five minutes to work out she’d got on a plane to Greece. That’s completely discombobulated him, you know, that she’s wandered off to the motherland and he doesn’t know where. I’m told he’s barely slept since he found out she’d left. He even tore a strip off Helios for giving her the push from Nemesis. The man is well and truly head over heels and going completely nuts trying to track her down.’
    An invisible smile of smug satisfaction crossed Coop’s face. ‘Excellent.’
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Things did not improve for Skye over the next few days. She didn’t catch either sight or sound of Mr Kamadeva but he left an increasing number of bizarre notes with ridiculous requests. She’d scribbled down an apology about the damage she’d unwittingly caused to his car and his response was to ask her to get him a new vehicle. The trouble was, the new car that he wanted was a 1954 Oldsmobile. There were only four of those bloody cars in the world and none of their owners were prepared to part with them at any cost. She’d relayed this back via a letter and received nothing more in return than ‘Try harder’.
    Her boss clearly believed that his money could buy him whatever he wanted. She wanted to scream that the world didn’t always work like that; the trouble was there was nobody to scream to. Other than a few phone calls to her parents and one to Emma, Skye hadn’t had a conversation with anyone who understood her for days. She’d always enjoyed her own company and not thought she was the type to feel lonely, but the strange emptiness of the mansion made her feel incredibly isolated. And there was that eerie feeling of being watched. She’d searched her own room for any sign of tiny cameras following her every move, but had found nothing.  She’d done the same thing in the rooms that she frequented the most, and had still found nothing. But her fruitless search didn’t dispel her sense of disquiet; after all, she was hardly a super spy who’d recognise a secret CCTV system when she saw one.
    Taking the bull by the horns, she’d finally left a letter stating that she didn’t feel comfortable living and working with someone whom she hadn’t actually met; she didn’t mention her suspicions about cameras because she didn’t want to come across as ridiculously paranoid. Skye didn’t like the idea of leaving an ultimatum, and she didn’t want to give up on her new job quite so soon, but things were getting too weird. All she got in response was a note saying that Kamadeva would be away on business for the next week, and he’d talk to her when he returned. Balling her fists up in frustration, Skye swore she’d give him another seven days to present himself and then, if he still wouldn’t come out and meet her face to face, she was packing her bags and going: job, crazy stalker and humiliation at home be damned.
    She was tempted to try and catch her boss out and had even made a couple of half-hearted efforts at padding quietly along the corridor in the hope of catching him writing one of his little letters. Her efforts had been fruitless. If it wasn’t for the fact she was living in rural Greece in the most luxurious house she’d ever seen, she’d think the last week was merely a daydream. Except there was no way her imagination would run to the level of luxury she was now