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growing in Jasper’s pants.
    â€˜We’ll see who can teach who what,’ boasted Jasper. He knew Jennifer was not supposed to be on the roster because she was past child-bearing age, but the hint made by Diana had aroused hisinterest. ‘Send her up at eight-thirty sharp.’ He slapped his brothers on the back as he led them towards the door.
    â€˜What about you, Sir Damian?’ Diana called after them. The brothers hesitated, then Damian turned and walked back towards her as Jasper and Greg hurried off. Diana guessed they didn’t want to hear his answer.
    â€˜Who’s left?’ he snapped.
    â€˜I’ve had a special request for you, Sir Damian.’
    â€˜Who?’ he asked, clearly surprised.
    â€˜Cheryl.’
    â€˜You’re joking!’
    â€˜I’m certainly not, Sir Damian.’ This time Diana was telling the truth. Damian looked puzzled, but attempted an imperious smile.
    â€˜Send her up at ten o’clock.’

9
    Cheryl arrived at Damian’s bedroom at ten o’clock as ordered, knocking timidly on the oak door. Inside the room she could see two candles, one on each of the bedside tables, illuminating the drapes of the four-poster bed on which Damian lay, naked. She could also see the door on the far side of the room, leading to what once had been a dressing room. Now it was Damian’s special room — a room that he kept locked at all times. She felt herself shiver. Was it the chill of the evening or what she had been told lay behind the locked door?
    Cheryl had discarded her grey tunic as instructed and was dressed in a silk blouse and flowing skirt she had selected from the film-set wardrobe.
    â€˜What’s in there?’ Damian asked, pointing at the bag she was carrying.
    She laughed softly. ‘Have you never been to Soho, Sir Damian, and seen the strippers carrying their costume bags between clubs?’
    Damian shrugged. He’d been to Soho, but hadn’t been looking at girls.
    â€˜A costume for every occasion,’ Cheryl explained.
    â€˜And what have you done to your hair?’
    â€˜Got sick of it being so long,’ she lied.
    â€˜Well, it’s certainly short enough now!’
    Cheryl placed the bag on a chair beneath the window and stood before him.
    â€˜Well, let’s get on with it,’ Damian said brusquely. ‘The idea is to get you pregnant. The sooner you’re in the club, the sooner I’ll get His Lordship off my back.’
    She noticed him watching her intently as she undressed and was grateful for the soft light so he couldn’t see her scars. She took her clothes off as seductively as she could; she had a good figure and she knew it. Finally she lowered her knickers to the floor and walked over to the bed, her full, firm breasts swaying before his eyes. Cheryl knelt before him, placed her nipples on his chest and dragging them down his torso until they reached his groin. In the flickering candlelight she saw his penis slowly growing.
    He quickly rolled to straddle her, but it was no use — she felt him slip out almost immediately. She tried to help, but could get no response. As he collapsed on the bed beside her, his back turned away from her, she heard him moan in frustration and anger. She reached over and touched his shoulder.
    â€˜Get out,’ he said.
    She didn’t move.
    â€˜Get out!’
    â€˜Go though to your special room,’ she whispered in his ear.
    â€˜What special room?’
    â€˜You know where I mean — the dressing room.’
    â€˜What do you know about my room?’
    â€˜I know everything about your special room.’
    â€˜How?’
    She didn’t answer the question. ‘I also know how to make you happy,’ she whispered. ‘Go into your special room and wait for me. I’ll make you happier than you’ve been since Mathew was there with you.’
    â€˜How do you know about Mathew?’ he asked warily.
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