Anoushka put her pencil down. ‘You’re dying to know why I’m working after I tore everything up yesterday.’Oh, that . ‘I was wondering. Has he threatened you with death?’‘Worse.’Claudia wondered briefly what could be worse. ‘Packing you off to some boarding school in the wilds of Scotland? The kind that believes in porridge for breakfast and lots of good healthy exercise?’‘I’d run away.’Yes, of course you would. ‘What, then?’‘No ski-ing at Christmas.’You poor child. Claudia thought of the pale little faces at Bruin Wood, who thought a few days in the New Forest akin to heaven. Still, it wasn’t Anoushka’s fault she was spoilt rotten.‘And you think he means it?’‘Yep.’ Her face was bent over an A4 pad, hidden by her hair.‘Has he made threats before?’‘Hardly ever, but I could tell he meant this one. Going to Switzerland at Christmas is the thing I love best in the world, and he knows it.’‘You mean you go every Christmas?’She nodded. ‘And every Easter. Ever since I came to live
Just the thought sent her Lurch organ wild. Oh, God. Just imagine it.The sand would get absolutely everywhere.Who cares?And imagine it afterwards. You’d have felt awful, won - dering if he was thinking you enjoyed quick, no-strings bonks on a regular basis.But when she finally got to bed, Claudia couldn’t help wishing she was the sort of person who could enjoy a quick, no-strings bonk. She had a feeling that memories of even a quick bonk with Guy Hamilton would keep her wonderfully warm during those long winter nights.In theory. In practise, the side-effects would make her wretched. There would be the leaping-to-the-phone-every- time-it-rings side effect, plus the I-wonder-what-disgust- ingly-slim/sexy/hateful-bitch-he’s-with now? side effect.The trouble with you, she told herself, just before drifting off to sleep, is that you can’t fancy someone like mad without falling for them. And the male animal, as we know full well, operates on a different basis. The male animal is led n
Guy was already out, steadying the boat, and did not miss the fleeting display before she hitched her top back into place. ‘Claudia, do behave yourself,’ he said mildly. ‘You can get ten years for flashing your assets here.'If he’d pretended he hadn’t noticed, she might have behaved with her usual ‘so what?* aplomb. As it was . . .Just to be really perverse, he took her arm as she jumped down. ‘And you call me prehistoric,’ he murmured. ‘I thought blushing went out with hula-hoops.*OK, fifty points to you. And time to even up the score. ‘I really don’t know what you were gawping at. If you haven’t seen a pair of 36Bs before, your education must be sadly lacking.’She walked up the beach very fast. She would have bet her last baiza that there was an infuriating little twitch on his lips. And if there was, she didn’t want to see it.- - - Strenuous exercise before breakfast was all very virtuous, but it would seem to defeat the object if it gave you the appetite of a carthorse. As s
‘I might.’‘See you later, then.’Claudia went back to her room, sorted out a few things for the laundry and wrote a long letter to a friend nowliving in Canada. After that she went to the pool, did twenty lengths and then sat in the shade with the whodunnit, feeling vaguely bored and restless.Over a toasted sandwich lunch with Anoushka at the pool, she turned the conversation after all. ‘I never had all that trouble with snow ski-ing. With snow ski-ing at least you start upright.’Anoushka was sitting beside her in a black swimsuit that screamed ‘expensive ’. The cut was very simple: just one shoulder-strap, high-cut legs and a very low back. She looked much older than sixteen, but that was also due to a figure that owed absolutely nothing to stick-insect supermodels.‘I never had trouble with either of them.’ Anoushka shrugged. ‘I can’t even remember when I started snow skiing. I suppose I was about three.’‘Lucky old you. It must be lovely to learn these things when you’re too yo
The thought of tomorrow’s trip didn’t cheer her at all. With her father there, Anoushka would be sulky and uncommunicative, and after this afternoon Guy would doubtless be tense and impatient, and she would be stuck between the pair of them, trying desperately to dilute the atmosphere.A barrel of laughs, in other words.She went to bed very early and very bored, and couldn’t sleep.Why did I ever come? Ryan and his wretched kissograms would almost he better than this. At least I know that particular devil.And talking of devils, why had Guy’s wife left him? Why did wives leave their husbands?Was he knocking her about?Highly unlikely.Playing around?Possible.Down the pub with his mates every night?Not the type.Maybe he had a horrendously possessive mother who drove her round the bend.Not the type to stand for it. He hasn't mentioned a mother, anyway. Or a father, come to that.What, then?While she was trying to answer this, the phone rang. Oh, help. What if it was Guy, saying
‘Then I absolutely must have some for Christmas.* She scooped a couple of tablespoons into her palm. ‘Can you ask him how much?*After a short exchange with the vendor Guy said, ‘He says it*s baksheesh. A present. Because you*re a guest.*‘But isn’t it terribly expensive?*‘Not really. They usually sell it by the kilo.*‘But I must give him something! 1*11 feel really bad otherwise!*‘You might offend him.*‘Then 1*11 buy something else. Half a kilo of black peppercorns. Those silly little tubs you get in the supermarket don’t last five minutes and I bet these are much fresher.*They wandered on, pausing to admire everything from camel sticks to battery operated toys to copper pots. The narrow alleys were crowded and bustling, plaintive Arabic song echoing from scores of radios.More than once, Guy shot an exasperated glance over his shoulder. ‘Anoushka, keep up!* Despite his efforts to amuse her, she was dragging behind, refusing to take an interest in anything.‘I do see what you me
After putting away more chicken curry, Guy said, ‘Anoushka had two kittens a year or two back. Kit and Kat.*‘And the poor little things both got run over within six months,* Anoushka said.Claudia felt a pang of empathy. ‘How awful.*‘They had no road sense whatsoever,* said Guy. ‘Engaging little beasts, but brainless as they come.*‘Mrs Pierce didn’t think they were engaging,* Anoushka said sulkily. ‘If you ask me, she got that horrible son of hers to come and run them over on purpose.*‘You know that’s ridiculous,* Guy said patiently.‘I don’t know any such thing. She’s an evil old cow and I hate her. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find she’s sleeping in a coffin up in her room. One day I’m going to hold up a crucifix in front of her and see if she screams.* Across the table, he closed his eyes with a ‘Give me strength* look.Anoushka barely spoke for the rest of the meal, and still less during their hour-long wander through the groves of date palms afterwards. She kept apart, r
And, in the circumstances, she wasn’t altogether surprised.There are two sources of tension cooped up in this car with him , she thought. One's right behind him , and he'd like to strangle her. As for the other . . .‘What’s your cat called?’The shock of a normal question from Anoushka gave her a jolt. ‘He started off as Little Puss and when he got bigger it was just Puss. Then he had the operation and started getting fat, so it was Portly Puss. And now he’s just Portly.*‘I hope he’s OK,’ said Anoushka.‘Thanks.* She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. ‘So do I.’ Suddenly she couldn’t wait for the dusty miles to pass so she could ring Kate.Before long another glance over her shoulder told her that Anoushka was asleep, and for ages neither she nor Guy spoke.Gradually, the silence became as pregnant as an overdue mother of twins. And, equally gradually, she began to wonder whether he was just miffed, because she hadn’twoozed all over him the minute he turned on his flutter techn