Dangerous Enchantment
By Anne Mather
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Why do some women always manage to fall for a man who they know from the start can never be any good to them?
Julie Kennedy, like most girls, had hero–worshipped the famous television singer Manuel Cortez from afar, but it had never entered her head that she might meet him, let alone that he would show an interest in her. But it all happened, and before she knew where she was Julie had fallen hopelessly in love with him. Hopelessly–because, as she well knew, to Manuel she was just another in a long line of adoring women, never to be taken seriously, never to last long.
Her head told her she must break away from him or regret it bitterly–but her head had no control over her heart...
Anne Mather
Anne Mather always wanted to write. For years she wrote only for her own pleasure, and it wasn’t until her husband suggested that she ought to send one of her stories to a publisher that they put several publishers’ names into a hat and pulled one out. The rest as they say in history. 150 books later, Anne is literally staggered by the result! Her email address is mystic-am@msn.com and she would be happy to hear from any of her readers.
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Dangerous Enchantment - Anne Mather
CHAPTER ONE
JULIE studied her reflection critically in the mirror of her dressing table and gave a half-rueful smile. She was ready, and she hoped she would not let Paul down. Tonight was important to him, and she wanted to please him. Her dress, a simple cream cheesecloth, complemented her complexion. Her eyes, brown with tiny green lights in them, sparkled at the prospect of the evening ahead of her, and she cupped her chin on one hand as she wondered why tonight seemed so full of promise.
Her bedroom door opened after a light tap, and her mother came into the room. She smiled, appreciatively, and said:
Are you nearly ready? Paul is waiting downstairs impatiently.
Julie rose to her feet and turned round. How do I look?
Her mother studied her for a moment. Very nice. But don’t you think you ought to have had a proper evening dress? Paul is wearing a dinner jacket, you know.
Julie shrugged her slim shoulders, and the swathe of straight chestnut hair swung softly against her flushed cheeks.
I’m sure this will be all right,
she said, shaking her head. In any case, Mum, I haven’t a proper evening dress.
I know, darling, but maybe we ought to have tried to get you one.
Her mother looked anxious.
Don’t be silly,
Julie smiled warmly at her mother. Darling, it’s only a staff dance, and nowadays nobody wears formal clothes.
Her mother sighed, sure that Julie was only saying that to spare her feelings. Very well,
she said, sighing. But I’m sure a smarter dress would be more suitable.
She sighed. One thing is certain, though, Paul would think you looked nice in anything.
Julie laughed, and hugged her mother, and then picked up the red velvet evening coat which was lying on the bed and preceded her mother down the stairs.
Paul Bannister was standing in the lounge, drinking a glass of sherry which Julie’s father had provided him with. In an evening suit he looked handsome, his fair good looks and tall slender build accentuated by the darkness of his clothes. Dr. Kennedy, Julie’s father, was sitting relaxed and comfortable in a deep armchair, smoking a cigar and discussing a recent case with Paul. Dr. Kennedy was a doctor with a general practice here in Kensington. Paul was attempting to look interested, but his eyes lit up as Julie entered the room, her coat about her shoulders.
Dr. Kennedy smiled, and rose to his feet. Well, Julie,
he said warmly, you’re a sight for sore eyes and no mistake. What do you think, Paul?
Paul shook his head. I think she looks marvellous,
he said, with all the fervency of youth, and Julie’s parents exchanged a knowing glance.
Julie, sensing the parental interest, seized Paul’s arm determinedly. Come on,
she said, let’s go.
Paul drove a small Austin and he helped Julie inside before walking round the bonnet and sliding in beside her. Giving her a swift kiss, he said: I know I’m going to be the most envied man there tonight.
Julie chuckled. Really! That’s not very modest.
Paul stared at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, and then sighed.
Oh, you’re mocking me again. You know what I mean!
She laughed. Oh, Paul, I must stop teasing you.
She lay back in her seat as Paul threaded his way through the London traffic towards Earl’s Court. It was a little after seven-thirty and the roads teemed with cars. But Julie felt singularly content, and very lucky. Here she was, twenty-one years of age, and on her way to spend the evening with a handsome young man who was obviously in love with her. She had a secure and happy background, and what more could any girl ask for? If her own feelings for Paul were a little bit nebulous at the moment, they would change, and she had no doubts that in the fullness of time she and Paul would marry and get a house in one of the new developments in the suburbs, and eventually raise a family of their own.
Paul’s job was exciting, too. He worked for an independent television company, and although at the moment his work seemed to encompass a variety of duties, as he grew older and more experienced, he would very likely be able to gain a more palpable position. He was clever, if a little studious sometimes, and she had no doubt that his efforts would not go unrewarded. But money, to Julie, was unimportant compared to happiness. Her parents had never been well off, but she had never lacked for love and companionship, and these were the important things. Paul’s obsession with gaining a better job with more money was no doubt due to his desire to marry and settle down, and be able to provide a good home for his family, but Julie hoped that was all it was. She had attended a boarding school, despite the monetary difficulties and had witnessed plenty of heartbreak amongst girls with far more money than herself. Their parents, for example, had never attended open days, and when holidays came around they were sent off on cruises with only nannies to keep them company. Julie had appreciated the welcome she received from her parents, and their obvious delight in having her home again.
When she left school, she had decided to work in a large store in Oxford Street. She liked meeting people, and it was through her work she had met Samantha Edwards. Samantha was now her closest friend. She had come into the Cosmetics Department where Julie worked for make-up and perfume, and then discovered that she and Julie had attended the same school, although Samantha was a couple of years older, and the daughter of a merchant banker. Her parents were divorced, and Samantha herself was now married to an artist called Benedict Barlow.
Thinking about artists brought Julie back to tonight’s festivities. It was the annual staff dance at Phoenix Television, and naturally Paul had wanted to go. Julie was looking forward to it. As it was being held at the studios she was curious; she had never been inside a television studio before.
Phoenix Television stood in its own court off Warwick Road, and it did not take Paul long to drive there. Within the area gates was a huge car-park and it was here, among an assortment of cars large and small, that Paul left the Austin. It was a cold October evening, and Julie hugged Paul’s arm as they crossed to the welcoming lights of the huge building with Phoenix Television neon-lighted somewhere near the top.
Inside a doorman admitted them, checked their invitations, and then directed them to a lift which whisked them up to the twelfth floor.
A whole floor has been given over to our largest studio,
said Paul, in explanation, and it’s there they’re holding the dance. Plenty of room.
Julie nodded. They were the only people in the lift, and she hoped they would not be the first to arrive. The invitation had said seven-thirty, but as the food was to be provided by a buffet, there was no deadline. She was just about to ask Paul whether it would perhaps be better if they delayed their arrival when the lift stopped with a jerk. They had reached the twelfth floor.
Music was the first thing Julie noticed. The band sounded wonderful and she shed her doubts about their early arrival and followed Paul along a corridor which was thronged with people. At the far end a huge hall awaited them, and despite Julie’s fears it was obviously well on the way to being crowded. Everyone was drinking and laughing and talking, and there was a welcoming air of camaraderie.
A friendly attendant showed Julie the way to the ladies’ powder room, where she could leave her coat and attend to her make-up. It, too, was crowded with women, all expensively garbed and jewelled. Diamonds flashed on ears and throats and fingers, and Julie fingered her silver bracelet, which was her only adornment, tentatively. She owned very little jewellery, and had not thought to ask her mother to lend her a necklace. Shrugging her slim shoulders, she made her way to the door again. It was no use worrying now; she must just hope she looked all right as she was.
Back along the corridor Paul was waiting for her impatiently, but he was not alone. With him were another young couple whom he introduced as Larry and Jane Chandler. Larry works here, too,
he explained to Julie. He and Jane have only been married three weeks.
Have you? How marvellous,
exclaimed Julie enthusiastically.
Jane smiled. She was a pretty redhead, with an engagingly piquant face. Yes, Julie. And now we’re going round all our friends recommending it.
She glanced archly at Paul. Haven’t you thought of taking the plunge yet, Paul?
Paul smiled. Several times.
He looked at Julie. Especially during the last few months.
Julie flushed and changed the subject. For all her gentle imaginings earlier in the evening, she was not quite ready yet to forsake her freedom and settle down to married life with Paul. Always, when it came down to it she felt a strange cautioning feeling deep inside her, as though she were not quite sure yet of her feelings for him. Maybe she was expecting too much, she thought. After all, she was very fond of Paul, and knew he would make a marvellous husband. He was considerate and kind, and liked children. But somehow she was afraid.
At the far end of the hall, spread out on several long tables which seemed to be groaning under the weight, was the buffet. There was every kind of food imaginable, from lobster paté and caviare to meat balls in savoury mushroom gravy, served in deep little bowls with wooden spoons.
There was plenty to drink, too, and as it was provided free by the company, there was no shortage of takers. Staying with the Chandlers, Julie and Paul found a vacant table near the dance floor, and ordered Martinis from a white-clad attendant.
The band was accommodated on a dais at the opposite end of the hall from the buffet, and tables had been set all along the side of the floor. Adjoining this hall, was a smaller area, screened off and available for anyone who wished for a little more privacy. Discreet lighting made the cavernous studio into an Aladdin’s cave, and the brightly coloured dresses and sparkling jewels added an air of festivity.
Paul smiled round. We’ve made quite a good turnout, haven’t we?
he said, and Larry grinned, as though amused by Paul’s identification of himself with the company.
The girls talked about clothes, and the latest Robert Redford film, and later Paul took Julie to meet a couple of producers and their wives with whom he had worked, and Julie felt a little disturbed by Paul’s obvious pride in herself. They returned to Larry and Jane, and as quite a lot of people were dancing now, Larry asked Julie whether she would dance with him.
Julie agreed, and Paul followed suit and asked Jane. Afterwards they exchanged partners regularly, and made the evening more enjoyable. Larry and Paul were both good dancers, and between dances the girls talked together and listened to the boys talking shop.
Jane grimaced, and said: Have you noticed how people in television think there’s no other kind of existence?
she laughed. Be warned, Julie. If you marry Paul, you’ll have to suffer this kind of thing every time you meet a colleague. Can you stand it?
Julie flushed. I don’t know. Is it to be recommended?
Well, that depends on the man.
Jane frowned, and leaned towards her. I think Paul is an awfully nice boy.
Yes, so do I,
murmured Julie slowly, wishing she felt more certain of herself, and her feelings.
Once while she was dancing with Larry, he said: Old Paul certainly knows how to pick them. When are you going to get hitched?
Julie had to smile. It’s not definite yet,
she prevaricated. Tell me, what do you do here? Are you on the production or presentation side?
I’m assistant to the producer’s right-hand man,
he replied, chuckling. Sort of dogsbody’s dogsbody.
Julie laughed, too. Still, I suppose you meet all sorts of exciting people, don’t you? There are always heaps of stars appearing.
I meet some of them,
admitted Larry, nodding. But my work doesn’t encompass all the studios, and naturally there are people coming and going who I never get to see.
The evening wore on. They had supper together, and several other couples stopped to chat for a while and then drifted on. It was a friendly affair, and there was no consciousness of boss and employee.
Jane and Larry left them for a while as Larry wanted to introduce his wife to his immediate superior, and Paul got himself and Julie another drink.
Enjoying yourself?
he asked, offering her a cigarette.
Taking it, she nodded. Very much. Are you?
Yes, I am rather. Larry and Jane are a nice couple. I’m glad we palled up with them.
Julie smiled. Where is your boss, anyway, Paul? You know, Mr. Parrish, the one you’re always quoting to me.
Paul smiled now. Don’t be facetious. Actually, he never comes to these affairs. Someone has to keep things ticking over while this jamboree is going on, and Mr. Parrish does just that thing. You realize there are programmes being transmitted this evening, don’t you?
Of course. I never thought of it.
Julie drew on her cigarette thoughtfully. It always seems so exciting, television. I mean, there’s never a dull moment. At any time you might meet your favourite film star, or some comedian or singer you admire. I think I should like to work in television myself.
Paul grinned. Apply for a position. They can only refuse you.
Julie shook her head. No, I’m not all that keen, I don’t think. And anyway, I like my work at the store. If I changed at all, it would be to something entirely different; like nursing, or looking after children, or something like that. Sometimes I wish I’d become a nanny. I should like to take care of some of these children whose parents don’t give a damn about them except to see that they’re fed and watered, and dressed in pretty clothes.
Marry me, and we can raise a family of our own.
Paul’s face was earnest, and Julie was sorry she had invited this.
Give me time, Paul,
she pleaded. Look, who’s that who has just come in? It looks like … it is! Manuel Cortez. Oh, Paul, I love his music. You didn’t tell me he was doing a programme for Phoenix!
Paul had risen to his feet, his