"Folsom, Allan - The Day After Tomorrow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Folsom Allan)

"What if I told you I had a boyfriend?"

"Do beautiful residents with boyfriends sneak ou town to pick up new
lovers? Is that the medical world Paris?"

"I didn't 'pick you up'!" Vera stood back, indignant. ''rouble was, a
little smile escaped from the corner of her mouth. He saw it and she
knew he saw it. "Is there an airport in Calais?" he asked. "Why?" she
pushed back.

"It's an easy question." He smiled. "Yes, there is an airport in
Calais. No, there isn't an airport in Calais."

Vera's eyes shimmered in the moonlight. A light wind ,)fl the lake
lifted her hair. "I'm not sure'

"But there is an airport in Paris." Tlwo.

"Then on Monday morning you can fly to Paris and take the train to
Calais." If she wanted him to do this, naked him work for her, he was.

"What would I do here until Monday morning?" This time her smile was a
little broader. But, yes, she was making him work for her.

"For a man to get a woman into his bed, the decision must be hers," he
said quietly, and once again held up the key to his room. Vera's eyes
came up to his and held there. And as they did, her fingers reached up
and slowly inserted the key.

Five DAYS would not be enough, Osborn decided the following morning.
Vera had just gotten out of bed and he'd watched her walk around the
foot of it and go into the bathroom. Her shoulders thrown back,
unashamedly extending her small alabaster breasts before her, she'd
crossed the room with the grace of a barely tamed animal unaware of its
magnificence. Purposefully, he thought, she'd put nothing on-not his
L.A. Kings T-shirt he'd ,well her to sleep in but that she'd never put
on-nor 'Wrapped around her one of several towels still on the floor,
spent trophies of three extended episodes of sex in the shower. It was
a way of telling him that the night before had not been a lark and this
morning she was embarrassed by it. Somewhere in the hours before
daylight, between the sessions of lovemaking, they'd decided to spend
the following day seeing Switzerland by train. Geneva, to Lausanne, to
Zurich, to Lucerne. He'd wanted to go on to Lugano on the Italian
border but there wasn't time. Save Lugano for the next trip, he
remembered musing in the moments before falling into a wholly spent and
soundless sleep. That and Italy.

Now, as he heard her step into the shower, it came to him. today was
Saturday, October 1. Vera had to be in Calais on Monday, the third.
That same day he was scheduled to fly out of London for L.A. What if