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Chapter 5

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Bristow may I say you look stunning this evening." Sark's British accent greeted her as he bent and kissed Sydney's hand.

Barely able to form words after the shock of electricity shot through her hand Sydney stumbled out. "A pleasure Mr Sark"

Sydney wanted to scream, how did he know her name and why in gods name did she have to be seated next to him?

The entrees were served and Sydney was bent on ignoring him at least until the meal was over and she could excuse herself. But Sark had other plans for her.

Learning in close to Sydney, she could feel his warm breath against her ear she had to suppress a shiver.

"I wanted to apologise for my behaviour the other day, I jumped to conclusions and I sincerely hope you can forgive me."

Sydney wanted to rant and rave about how he had no right to be here, but she kept her mouth shut she loved her aunt to much to upset one of her business associates and in the middle of a formal dinner no less.

"That's quite all right Mr Sark, you were concerned for you daughter, it's quite understandable." Sydney congratulated herself on keeping all emotion out of her voice and went back to ignoring him by engaging the man next to her in a conversation about the current state of the world and the constant terrorist threats.

She had spent the time since she had left Sark and his daughter playing over and over the phone conversation they shared. If had been her daughter she probably would have behaved in a similar manner, but that didn't mean she wasn't angry at him.

The conversation lasted until the main meal was brought out and she was once again left sitting silently, hoping that the Sark would magically turn into an annoying old man that kept hitting on her, anything was better than the constant looks he threw her way.

"You can't ignore me forever Miss Bristow" the hated voice broke through her thoughts.

"You obviously don't know me then" was Sydney's retort. Intent on turning to the man seated on the other side of her.

"Perhaps we could remedy that problem then" Sydney was shocked was he flirting with her?

Changing the subject, Sydney thought if she had to talk to him she could at least keep it on a safe topic.

"How is Anna?"

"Bitterly disappointed that her new friend disappeared without saying good bye"

Sydney suddenly regretted leaving so soon.

"Please tell her I'm sorry" Sydney didn't bother to keep the regret out of her voice.

"I was rather hoping that you would tell her yourself" Sark retorted smirking at Sydney's confusion.

"Your aunt mentioned that you were a language teacher and I was rather hoping that you would accompany me back to England stay with Anna, she took a quite a liking to you."

Bastard Sydney thought using Anna to guilt her. She had fallen for Anna's charm the moment she met her and Sydney had a sinking suspicion that she had inherited that trait from her father.

"I'm a trained Language teacher Mr Sark not a babysitter" Take that Sydney thought.

"You would not be considered a mere babysitter Sydney, you would be Anna's tutor and companion"

"But I only teach Languages I am not qualified to teach anything else" Sydney was slowly losing the will to fight. She had taken quite a liking to Anna, she was a bright and funny child. Too bad her father is such an ass Sydney thought.

"I will pay you handsomely Miss Bristow and as for your qualifications I'm sure they are quite sufficient." As he looked her up and down, Sydney regretted her simple black dressed and suddenly wished she had picked out something more elegant. Stop it, your not trying to impress him.

"This isn't some sort of trick is it? To get me back for spending the day with your daughter." Sydney was suddenly worried.

"I'm a man of my word Sydney, think about it" and with that Sark turned his attention back to his meal and the person sitting on the other side of him.

Sydney discreetly hid a yawn behind her hand and wished for the thousandth time that night that she could be curled up in her bed and not constantly thinking about the pompous Mr Sark and his adorable daughter. Noticing that the guests were leaving Sydney went to stand by her aunt and bid farewell to her guests, silently dreading the fact that this would eventually include Mr Sark.

Sydney looked up at the guest that she was about to bid goodnight her breath catching in her chest as she realised it was none other than Mr Sark himself.

"Good night Miss Bristow and think about my offer, I'll be in touch" Sark drawled as he bent to kiss her hand

"Good Night Mr Sark" Sydney gritted through her teeth as she plaster a fake smile on her face. After he had walked down the stairs she let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding.