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completely convinced she meant what she was saying.
He stood for a long moment, looking at her, then he nodded. The steel in Anita's voice convinced him.
'Yes, it could work. Come tomorrow night. I have many contacts. I will make inquiries. First, we must find out about your husband's condition. That will be no problem. Tomorrow night, when you have finished work, we will discuss what we have to do.'
Wearily, but triumphant, Anita got to her feet, and Manuel, rising to his great height, held out his hand.
'You are a good wife and a fine woman,' he said. 'We will work well together.'
When she had gone, Fuentes burst out, 'She's crazy!'
Manuel regarded him, then shook his head.
'She is in love. When women are truly in love, they are stronger than men. Now, we sleep.'
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Claude Previn was the day duty reception clerk at the Spanish Bay Hotel. His work entailed welcoming arrivals, signing them in, arranging for them to be conducted to their suites or chalets and preparing accounts. Aged thirty five, tall, lean and darkly handsome, Previn had worked for some years at the George V Hotel, Paris, as a minor reception clerk. Advised by his father who ran a two star restaurant on the Left Bank, he had applied for the position of first reception clerk. Accepted, Previn bad been working in this best of all hotels for the past two years. Jean Dulac, the owner of the hotel, was pleased with him. Previn's future appeared to be assured.
On this hot sunny morning, Previn was at the reception desk, surveying the vast lounge where a number of elderly people sat, talking and having their late morning cocktails. He listened to the nasal chatter of these rich old people and he thought longingly of the George V Hotel where the action was. Here, there were mostly old people who were demanding, but content to eat, drink and gossip. The old rich, Previn thought, were utterly dull, but without them, this great hotel wouldn't exist.
A vision in white appeared before him. For a moment he blinked, not believing that he was looking at the most gorgeous, sexy woman he had ever seen.
Maggie Schultz, attired in a nurse's uniform, her honey colored hair, except for stray curls, concealed by a nurse's head dress, her big, sexy eyes glittering, was to Previn, even clothed, better than any Playboy fold-out.
Maggie, with her sexual awareness, regarded this handsome man, knowing she had made a big impact.
'Mr. Cornelius Vance has a reservation,' she said in her demure voice.
For a long moment, Previn could only stare at her, then, pulling himself together, he bowed, thinking if there was one woman in the world be wanted to go to bed with, it was this woman, standing, smiling at him.
'Mr. Vance. Of course. Chalet three,' he said, his voice husky.
'Well, he's right outside,' Maggie said. 'The poor dear can't come in. He told me to sign him in. I'm his nurse, Stella Jacques.' She released her sexiest smile. 'What do I do?'
Previn, almost hypnotized by the smile, flicked his fingers. Two bell boys appeared as if by magic.
'If you would please sign in for Mr. Vance, Miss Jacques,' he said. 'These two will conduct you to the chalet.'
Maggie signed the register, then gave Previn another sexy smile and followed the bell boys to where the Rolls waited.
Previn drew in a deep breath. What a woman! he thought. As he was watching her cross the lobby, marvelling at the swing of her neat buttocks, a voice, speaking in French, said, 'Who is she, Claude?'
Previn started guiltily and turned. 'Good morning, Mr. Dulac,' he said, and respectfully bowed his head.
Jean Dulac, owner of this deluxe hotel, was on the sunny side of fifty years of age, tall, distinguished looking with that polished charm that is unique with the French, but behind this charm lurked a ruthless efficiency that had brought about the miracle of the Spanish Bay Hotel.
He tolerated no slackness, nor lazy service. He had created his hotel
He stood for a long moment, looking at her, then he nodded. The steel in Anita's voice convinced him.
'Yes, it could work. Come tomorrow night. I have many contacts. I will make inquiries. First, we must find out about your husband's condition. That will be no problem. Tomorrow night, when you have finished work, we will discuss what we have to do.'
Wearily, but triumphant, Anita got to her feet, and Manuel, rising to his great height, held out his hand.
'You are a good wife and a fine woman,' he said. 'We will work well together.'
When she had gone, Fuentes burst out, 'She's crazy!'
Manuel regarded him, then shook his head.
'She is in love. When women are truly in love, they are stronger than men. Now, we sleep.'
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Claude Previn was the day duty reception clerk at the Spanish Bay Hotel. His work entailed welcoming arrivals, signing them in, arranging for them to be conducted to their suites or chalets and preparing accounts. Aged thirty five, tall, lean and darkly handsome, Previn had worked for some years at the George V Hotel, Paris, as a minor reception clerk. Advised by his father who ran a two star restaurant on the Left Bank, he had applied for the position of first reception clerk. Accepted, Previn bad been working in this best of all hotels for the past two years. Jean Dulac, the owner of the hotel, was pleased with him. Previn's future appeared to be assured.
On this hot sunny morning, Previn was at the reception desk, surveying the vast lounge where a number of elderly people sat, talking and having their late morning cocktails. He listened to the nasal chatter of these rich old people and he thought longingly of the George V Hotel where the action was. Here, there were mostly old people who were demanding, but content to eat, drink and gossip. The old rich, Previn thought, were utterly dull, but without them, this great hotel wouldn't exist.
A vision in white appeared before him. For a moment he blinked, not believing that he was looking at the most gorgeous, sexy woman he had ever seen.
Maggie Schultz, attired in a nurse's uniform, her honey colored hair, except for stray curls, concealed by a nurse's head dress, her big, sexy eyes glittering, was to Previn, even clothed, better than any Playboy fold-out.
Maggie, with her sexual awareness, regarded this handsome man, knowing she had made a big impact.
'Mr. Cornelius Vance has a reservation,' she said in her demure voice.
For a long moment, Previn could only stare at her, then, pulling himself together, he bowed, thinking if there was one woman in the world be wanted to go to bed with, it was this woman, standing, smiling at him.
'Mr. Vance. Of course. Chalet three,' he said, his voice husky.
'Well, he's right outside,' Maggie said. 'The poor dear can't come in. He told me to sign him in. I'm his nurse, Stella Jacques.' She released her sexiest smile. 'What do I do?'
Previn, almost hypnotized by the smile, flicked his fingers. Two bell boys appeared as if by magic.
'If you would please sign in for Mr. Vance, Miss Jacques,' he said. 'These two will conduct you to the chalet.'
Maggie signed the register, then gave Previn another sexy smile and followed the bell boys to where the Rolls waited.
Previn drew in a deep breath. What a woman! he thought. As he was watching her cross the lobby, marvelling at the swing of her neat buttocks, a voice, speaking in French, said, 'Who is she, Claude?'
Previn started guiltily and turned. 'Good morning, Mr. Dulac,' he said, and respectfully bowed his head.
Jean Dulac, owner of this deluxe hotel, was on the sunny side of fifty years of age, tall, distinguished looking with that polished charm that is unique with the French, but behind this charm lurked a ruthless efficiency that had brought about the miracle of the Spanish Bay Hotel.
He tolerated no slackness, nor lazy service. He had created his hotel
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