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white hipster jeans and a single pearl drop necklace. She fixed him another drink, pushed it across the bar, then wandered round to stand next to him, her back to the bar, her elbows resting on it in order to better show him her gloriously full breasts.
    As they spoke their dialogue made them sound like strangers – he the travelling salesman, she the obliging bar girl. She touched herself regularly and provocatively, smoothing her breasts, and flicking her hair. Then she invited him to touch her too, and almost lost her breath as his hands took the heaviness of her breasts and began to squeeze and rotate. Then he was kissing them, sucking on her nipples and unzipping his fly.
    Finally he pulled her mouth to his and pushed his tongue deep inside. As they kissed he opened her jeans and eased them down over her hips, moaning softly as her hand tightened on his penis. Then sliding off the stool he stood in front of her and pushed himself into the join of her legs. Her knees were held together by her panties, and the way he was rubbing himself against her made her ache for the feel of him inside her. He pushed himself back and forth, faster and faster, until her breath was ragged and she could feel the encroaching power of orgasm pressing against every place he was touching. Then suddenly he lifted her up on a stool, pulled off her panties and opened her legs wide.
    Even as he entered her he could feel the pulsing pressure of her climax claiming him, pulling him in deeper and deeper. He jerked himself into her brutally hard and fast, giving her the full length of him, catching her cries in his mouth as her orgasm pounded. Then he was coming too, the seed tearing from his body in a long, sweeping rush of exquisite release. He held her to him, buried in her as deep as he could go. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, her legs gripping his waist. He searched for her mouth again and kissed her harshly, then tenderly, sucking her lips between his, covering her mouth with his own.
    ‘This just gets better and better,’ he said when finally his breathing was steady.
    ‘I know,’ she whispered.
    She looked into his eyes and they both started to smile. Then from the study came the sound of a telephone ringing.
    As she pulled on her jeans Ellen could hear him shouting in an effort to make himself heard. Obviously the elusive Tom Chambers had finally made contact.
    Returning to the kitchen for the bra and T-shirt she had discarded, she was about to start making plans for dinner, when she became aware of a strange uneasiness descending over her spirits. Stopping in front of the refrigerator she stood staring at Robbie’s magnetized works of art, trying to figure out where the feeling was coming from. This wasn’t the first time she’d had it, but though it had been happening for a while now, she still couldn’t quite work out why.
    ‘He’s arrived in Cartagena,’ Michael said, strolling into the kitchen and looking around for something to eat. ‘Apparently someone there saw the kidnapping. Someone who was driving by.’
    ‘But still no word on the names of the kidnappers?’ Ellen said, taking the salad tray from the fridge.
    He shook his head. ‘Though there’s not much doubt the drug lord, Hernán Galeano, was behind it,’ he said, biting into an apple.
    ‘Did he say why he hasn’t been in touch for the past few days?’ she asked.
    Michael shook his head. ‘You know, I’ve been thinking,’ he said, after he’d finished chewing. ‘If Virago Knox do come up with the two million we’re after for development, we could put this house up as collateral for the remaining two and go right ahead and get ourselves a star. I mean, as I see it, it’s the only way we’re going to raise the rest of the money this side of the millennium, and if we’re really serious about this, we’re going to have to accept that we need to take a few risks.’
    ‘But the house?’ Ellen protested.
    There was the sudden crash of a