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had
gone except James whose anger was evident in his frowning eyes. As
he took hold of her she could feel his strength and power over her.
Yet his touch was gentle as he took the little dog from her and set
him down.
    A chair had somehow appeared in
the empty room, its presence ominous and exciting. Mairead could
not take her eyes from it as she was firmly led towards it. As
quickly as he sat down, she was taken across his lap.
    Her hand had wandered down to
her inner thighs when the star of her fantasy returned. Sitting up,
Mairead blushed as she settled her breathing.
    “Hi James,” Mairead stared at
him, trying to gauge his face for any hint that he had discovered
her antics. Apart from a slightly disapproving frown when he saw
what she wearing, he showed no other emotion.
    James sat down on the couch
adjacent to her recliner. He glanced at her before picking up a
magazine from the coffee table “An early bedtime?”
    “Of course not James, this is
our last night together.”
    The frown returned. “Which
means...?”
    “Which means that we can have a
nice dinner together in our room, and watch a good movie before we
go to bed... our own beds of course,” Mairead felt playful, aware
that he was not unaffected by what she was wearing.
    James sighed and reached across
to take a hotel menu from the coffee table. He tossed it at
Mairead. “Make your choice and I’ll ring it through.”
    Half an hour later their food
was wheeled into the room by the porter who was beaming ear to ear.
James went to tip him but received an enthusiastic refusal.
    “No thank you sir and dinner is
on the hotel tonight.” The porter looked at Mairead, blushing
noticeably. “And might I say Miss Kavanagh, you are most
incredible, most amazing person... everyone is talking about
you.”
    Mairead jumped up and hurried to
intervene. “That’s terribly sweet. Thank you but we have an early
start tomorrow and ...”
    “I just hoped I might get an
autograph,” He held out a small book and pen in a trembling
hand.
    Mairead glanced at James who was
watching the proceedings with great interest. She quickly took the
book and signed it.
    “Thank you so much, Miss
Kavanagh.” He pocketed his treasure and took his leave. Mairead
shut the door after him.
    When she turned back James was
frowning and giving her that intent stare which ignited that
terrible tingle in her backside.
    “Do you want to tell me what
that was all about?” James spoke quietly as he began to inspect the
trolley full of food and champagne in an ice bucket.
    Mairead shrugged. “He’s a fan
obviously. Gosh James, not everyone hates me.”
    James held up the bottle of 1997
Bollinger. “The price tag of this champagne would suggest that the
hotel management are running your fan club.”
    “I bring publicity to them. They
are obviously grateful.”
    James picked up a gold rimmed
card and read it. “Miss Kavanagh, I’m forever in your debt, Mrs.
Chapman.” He looked at Mairead. “Who is Mrs. Chapman?”
    She shrugged, “Another fan
maybe?”
    He was not amused, “Mairead is
there something you would like to tell me?”
    “There sure is James,” she
smiled sweetly as him. “I’m bloody hungry. Let’s eat.”
    He was quiet as they ate their
dinner at the coffee table, much to Mairead’s frustration. She had
hoped to flame the spark of friendship that had begun that day with
breakfast.
    When he was finished he took his
plate back to the trolley and picked up the bottle of champagne.
Mairead waited for him to open it but was quickly disappointed.
    “I’ll have the hotel ship this
to you,” He told her.
    She nodded miserably.
    He returned to his seat and
reached for the remote control of the television and she quickly
spoke, “I don’t want to watch television. I thought we might talk
for awhile.”
    She heard his slight sigh as he
set it down. “What did you want to talk about?”
    She smiled. “I just wanted to
say thank you for helping me out today. I was in a