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Saturday night.
I believe quite a few local girls go there.'
No,' Cassie shook her head impatiently, 'I
meant a place where they can go to-well, have sex. A—-a brothel.' She flushed
as she said it and looked up to find Simon grinning widely. Setting down her
glass,
she jumped up and ran to hit him on the chest
with her fists. `You beast, you knew what I meant all the time!'
'Yes, but it was more fun trying to get you
to say it.' He put his arms round her and kissed her. 'My darling girl, if you
want to ask a question like that then you've got to come right out and say it.
It only becomes embarrassing when you beat around the bush like that.'
'Well, you still haven't answered me. Do they
have a brothel here?'
Simon laughed and picked her up. 'Of course
they don't. This site is in the centre of a moral God-fearing community. They'd
have the whole project closed down at the merest hint of such a thing. No, the
men go home to their wives and girl-friends to satisfy their sexual appetites.
Just as I,' he added, making for the bedroom, 'am going to satisfy mine.'
'And mine, I hope,' Cassie put in, her arms
round his neck, her mouth biting his ear.
'Oh, most definitely yours as well.' He
stopped to kiss her, then picked up the bottle of champagne. 'Let's finish the
rest of this in bed, shall we? Why don't you put out the light?'
Cassie obeyed and he carried her into the
bedroom, shouldering the door shut behind them. Setting her down, he began to
undress her, his fingers sure and skilled. Cassie let him for a while and then
she, too, began to undress him, but her hands often stopping to touch, explore,
until Simon grabbed her hands and exclaimed, 'You little hussy! Get in bed
before I take you here and now.'
She pulled a petulant face, put her arms
round his neck and moved her breasts against his bare chest so that his hairs
softly tickled her. 'I don't like single beds,' she complained.
'Oh, but in single beds you
have to stay very, very close all night,' Simon told her as he pulled back the
covers and helped her in.
`All night? You promise?'
He laughed. 'That's not just a promise,
sweetheart, that's a certainty. Move over and I'll show you.'
And he did, most satisfactorily. But it was
cramped in the small bed and when Cassie awoke early in the morning and tried
to turn, she woke Simon as well. He grunted and reached out for her.
'No,' Cassie mumbled, still more than half
asleep. 'It's too early.'
He chuckled and kissed her car. 'Always knew
you wouldn't be able to stand the pace!'
'You're lying on my arm, it hurts.'
'Okay, okay, I can take a hint.' He got out
of bed and climbed into the other one. 'God, this feels cold. The things I do
for you!'
'Oh, shut up and go to sleep.' Cassie yawned
and spread herself luxuriously, then almost immediately fell asleep again as
Simon laughed at her bullying tone.
It was just as well they had split up,
because a few hours later a maid brought them up breakfast and the papers,
courtesy of Mullaine's, of course. Cassie was no prude, but she didn't relish
being gossiped about by workers at the hotel. Not that they were directly
employed by Mullaine's, because another group had the hotel concession, but she
could well imagine that in a close-knit community such as this, everyone
already knew that Simon had been offered the post of site director, and that
she had come up to Kinray to look the place over.
'Good heavens!' she exclaimed. 'They've sent
us up all the Sunday papers. We'll be able to have a colour supplement each,
instead of fighting over it.'
Cassie took her time over breakfast and
getting dressed, and Simon didn't hurry her, although he was ready long before
she was, sitting stretched out in the armchair reading one of the papers more
thoroughly. It was perverse of her to take so long, because she knew that they
were due to look over the site director's house at eleven and it was almost
that already. But some instinct told her
I believe quite a few local girls go there.'
No,' Cassie shook her head impatiently, 'I
meant a place where they can go to-well, have sex. A—-a brothel.' She flushed
as she said it and looked up to find Simon grinning widely. Setting down her
glass,
she jumped up and ran to hit him on the chest
with her fists. `You beast, you knew what I meant all the time!'
'Yes, but it was more fun trying to get you
to say it.' He put his arms round her and kissed her. 'My darling girl, if you
want to ask a question like that then you've got to come right out and say it.
It only becomes embarrassing when you beat around the bush like that.'
'Well, you still haven't answered me. Do they
have a brothel here?'
Simon laughed and picked her up. 'Of course
they don't. This site is in the centre of a moral God-fearing community. They'd
have the whole project closed down at the merest hint of such a thing. No, the
men go home to their wives and girl-friends to satisfy their sexual appetites.
Just as I,' he added, making for the bedroom, 'am going to satisfy mine.'
'And mine, I hope,' Cassie put in, her arms
round his neck, her mouth biting his ear.
'Oh, most definitely yours as well.' He
stopped to kiss her, then picked up the bottle of champagne. 'Let's finish the
rest of this in bed, shall we? Why don't you put out the light?'
Cassie obeyed and he carried her into the
bedroom, shouldering the door shut behind them. Setting her down, he began to
undress her, his fingers sure and skilled. Cassie let him for a while and then
she, too, began to undress him, but her hands often stopping to touch, explore,
until Simon grabbed her hands and exclaimed, 'You little hussy! Get in bed
before I take you here and now.'
She pulled a petulant face, put her arms
round his neck and moved her breasts against his bare chest so that his hairs
softly tickled her. 'I don't like single beds,' she complained.
'Oh, but in single beds you
have to stay very, very close all night,' Simon told her as he pulled back the
covers and helped her in.
`All night? You promise?'
He laughed. 'That's not just a promise,
sweetheart, that's a certainty. Move over and I'll show you.'
And he did, most satisfactorily. But it was
cramped in the small bed and when Cassie awoke early in the morning and tried
to turn, she woke Simon as well. He grunted and reached out for her.
'No,' Cassie mumbled, still more than half
asleep. 'It's too early.'
He chuckled and kissed her car. 'Always knew
you wouldn't be able to stand the pace!'
'You're lying on my arm, it hurts.'
'Okay, okay, I can take a hint.' He got out
of bed and climbed into the other one. 'God, this feels cold. The things I do
for you!'
'Oh, shut up and go to sleep.' Cassie yawned
and spread herself luxuriously, then almost immediately fell asleep again as
Simon laughed at her bullying tone.
It was just as well they had split up,
because a few hours later a maid brought them up breakfast and the papers,
courtesy of Mullaine's, of course. Cassie was no prude, but she didn't relish
being gossiped about by workers at the hotel. Not that they were directly
employed by Mullaine's, because another group had the hotel concession, but she
could well imagine that in a close-knit community such as this, everyone
already knew that Simon had been offered the post of site director, and that
she had come up to Kinray to look the place over.
'Good heavens!' she exclaimed. 'They've sent
us up all the Sunday papers. We'll be able to have a colour supplement each,
instead of fighting over it.'
Cassie took her time over breakfast and
getting dressed, and Simon didn't hurry her, although he was ready long before
she was, sitting stretched out in the armchair reading one of the papers more
thoroughly. It was perverse of her to take so long, because she knew that they
were due to look over the site director's house at eleven and it was almost
that already. But some instinct told her
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