Chapter 12Lulu Carlo walked into her bedroom and pushed the door to behind her. She had been drinking all the evening and now, at one o’clock in the morning, her eyes were slightly glazed, her cheeks flushed and her silver blonde hair a little dishevelled.
But she was still lovely. As she moved across the floor, the soft shaded lights seemed to accentuate her beauty so that each reflection of her in the many mirrors that decorated the bedroom showed her from a more alluring, more seductive angle.
She sat down at the dressing table and stared at her face, but for once she was not concentrating on the perfectly chiselled features, at the clearness of her complexion or on the exquisite curve of her rather full lips.
“Damn him!”
As she spoke she looked at a photograph of Dart that stood on
