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teeth clench with anger and frustration
    as she thought about Faisel.   Bastard!   I didn't know what hate was
    until you taught me!
     
    And yet I can still be turned on by a beautiful young body, she
    thought, after all that Faisel did to me.   I must be crazy.   Although I
    don't think I'd fuck Paulo, even if he asked me to.   From now on I'm
    sticking to adults, men who want the physical fun without the emotional
    baggage.   Men who don't want to get married.   She stretched out under
    the light sheet that covered her.   Men like Nicolas Schlemann.
     
    The thought jolted her.   Why the hell am I thinking about him?   she
    wondered.   She remembered Paulo's warning.   She had no doubt that he
    was right.   Nicolas Schlemann was clever, ruthless and powerful.   He
    was used to getting his own way and he considered all beautiful women
    were available for his entertainment.   He probably also thought they
    would feel HONOURED to perform for him.   Was that really the kind of
    man she needed?   No, she decided, it wasn't.
     
    Dr.   Peter Draven turned out to be a pleasant surprise.   For some
    reason she had been expecting someone middle-aged, not a loose-limbed
    young man with a charming smile, casually dressed in jeans and an
    open-necked shirt.
     
    His shock of blond hair and tanned skin made him look slightly
    Scandinavian, she commented.   He laughed.
     
    "My grandmother was Swedish.
     
    The hair missed a generation and decided to favour me.   My mother has
    never forgiven me.   Do you want coffee before I show you round?"
     
    They sat in the spacious staff room, which overlooked a garden full of
    exotically colourful shrubs and flowers, and swapped stories about
    their student years.   By the time he decided to show her the hospital,
    Jacey knew a great deal about Peter Draven's hopes and ambitions.   He
    had no steady girlfriend, and she suspected that he would jump at the
    chance of sex with her if she gave him the slightest encouragement.
     
    Well, why not?   she thought, as she followed him into the airy
    corridor.   He could be just what I need.   We already have a lot in
    common.   He has a sense of humour and he's not bad looking; nice smile,
    nice eyes, and nice hands.   We can have some fun and games, just as
    long as he doesn't want a long-term commitment.   She hung back and let
    him lead her down the corridor.   Nice bum, too, she noted.
     
    Her tour of La Primavera confirmed her suspicions that this was no
    ordinary hospital.   It was incredibly well-equipped, with beautifully
    furnished private rooms.   Many of them were empty and the occupants
    that she did see looked more like guests relaxing on holiday than
    patients suffering from any kind of disease.   Mostly middle-aged men,
    they lolled comfortably on their beds, reading magazines or sleeping.
     
    Peter Draven led her into an operating theatre so clean and sparkling
    that she doubted if it had ever been used.   She turned to him.
     
    "This place must have cost a fortune to build, and I bet it costs a
    fortune to run.   Where does the money come from?"
     
    He shrugged.
     
    "Who cares?   There's plenty of it."
     
    "It's the most under-used hospital I've ever seen," she observed.
     
    "All this fantastic equipment.   It seems such a waste."   , "The
    patients here want privacy," Peter said, echoing Paulo's comment.
     
    "And they're willing to pay through the nose for it.   We just do our
    job, and don't ask questions.   And the operating theatres do get used,
    believe me."
     
    "I've been told Hernandez comes here," she hinted casually.
     
    "Lots of people come here," Peter said.   He was standing in front of
    her now, and she felt the edge of the operating table brushing against
    her thighs.
     
    "Important people."   He was almost touching her.
     
    "If you play your cards right you can have a very nice time."
     
    "If I'm nice to the right people, you mean?"   Her voice was cool.
     
    "Like