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Author: Sara Craven
he?ll know you really mean it.? Molly allowed herself a small reminiscent smile. ?But you?re far more hard-hearted than I was with Craig.?
?Blame my sheltered upbringing,? Natasha said lightly. ?According to my Aunt Theodosia, sex before marriage does not exist. A girl?s innocence belongs to her husband, and no one else. Because any slips on the path of righteousness would only lead to misery, shame and despair.?
?But the bride?s tough luck if she found out too late that the husband was lousy in bed,? said Molly cynically.
Natasha shrugged. ?How would she know?? Her eyes danced. ?Besides, Greek men are all fabulous lovers. Another belief I was taught in my formative years.?
?Well, there?s a comfort,? Molly said affably. ?All the same, were you never tempted to test that interesting theory??
?No,? Natasha returned with unnecessary emphasis as she carried the used cups into the kitchen. ?Not even once.?
The sheet suddenly seemed to be tangling round her, and she pushed it away, sighing irritably, and got up from the bed. Her window was already slightly open in an attempt to capture some stray current of cool air, and she slid it back to its fullest extent, pushed open the shutters, and went out onto the balcony.
There wasn?t a breath of wind, however. The warmth of the night lay like a blanket across the city, and even the ceaseless noise of the Athenian traffic seemed muted as it warred against the rasp of the crickets in the garden below.
The moon was full, hanging in the sky like a great silver globe, almost close enough to touch, its radiance catching the cool shimmer of the swimming pool.
She looked down at it with sudden longing, feeling hot, sticky and frazzled. Each of the rooms in this part of the house had its own flight of steps to the pool area, but no one else had been drawn out into the open air. In fact, the shutters on each window were closed, and there wasn?t a glimmer of light showing, indicating that all the occupants were peacefully asleep.
Stelios, the security man whose task it was to patrol the perimeter wall, had gone past some fifteen minutes before, because she?d heard his soft footsteps and the subdued whine of his dog. He?d be safely back in his room now, drinking endless coffee, and keeping half an eye on the screens showing the film from the cameras positioned at each entrance, and at intervals round the outside of the wall. The rest of his attention would be devoted to whatever international sport was being shown on satellite TV.
Anyway, there was no camera covering the pool area. Maria and Christina had protested vociferously about any such thing, claiming it would be an intrusion into their sunbathing privacy. And Basilis had reluctantly given way.
So if she wanted to relax with a swim, there was nothing to prevent her.
Her mind made up, she fetched a towel from her shower-room, and made her way quietly down the marble steps and through the thickly encircling bushes and shrubs to the pool.
She dropped her towel onto its tiled surround, sent her nightgown to join it and stood naked for a moment, dipping an experimental foot into the water. Then, with a little sigh of pleasure, she slipped down into the cool depths, and swam a couple of slow, easy lengths before turning on her back and floating for a while, letting the stress of the evening ripple away in the moonlight that surrounded her.
Heaven, she thought, sighing softly as she swam back to the side, lifting herself out of the pool in one lithe movement. She twisted her hair into a thick rope, wringing the water from it, then shook it loose again before reaching for her towel and beginning to blot the moisture from her skin.
As she did so, it occurred to her that the noise from the city had become appreciably louder, and that was because the crickets were suddenly silent.
My fault probably, she thought, smiling to herself. I must have put them off their stroke.
And at the same moment, a first, faint breeze whispered through
?Blame my sheltered upbringing,? Natasha said lightly. ?According to my Aunt Theodosia, sex before marriage does not exist. A girl?s innocence belongs to her husband, and no one else. Because any slips on the path of righteousness would only lead to misery, shame and despair.?
?But the bride?s tough luck if she found out too late that the husband was lousy in bed,? said Molly cynically.
Natasha shrugged. ?How would she know?? Her eyes danced. ?Besides, Greek men are all fabulous lovers. Another belief I was taught in my formative years.?
?Well, there?s a comfort,? Molly said affably. ?All the same, were you never tempted to test that interesting theory??
?No,? Natasha returned with unnecessary emphasis as she carried the used cups into the kitchen. ?Not even once.?
The sheet suddenly seemed to be tangling round her, and she pushed it away, sighing irritably, and got up from the bed. Her window was already slightly open in an attempt to capture some stray current of cool air, and she slid it back to its fullest extent, pushed open the shutters, and went out onto the balcony.
There wasn?t a breath of wind, however. The warmth of the night lay like a blanket across the city, and even the ceaseless noise of the Athenian traffic seemed muted as it warred against the rasp of the crickets in the garden below.
The moon was full, hanging in the sky like a great silver globe, almost close enough to touch, its radiance catching the cool shimmer of the swimming pool.
She looked down at it with sudden longing, feeling hot, sticky and frazzled. Each of the rooms in this part of the house had its own flight of steps to the pool area, but no one else had been drawn out into the open air. In fact, the shutters on each window were closed, and there wasn?t a glimmer of light showing, indicating that all the occupants were peacefully asleep.
Stelios, the security man whose task it was to patrol the perimeter wall, had gone past some fifteen minutes before, because she?d heard his soft footsteps and the subdued whine of his dog. He?d be safely back in his room now, drinking endless coffee, and keeping half an eye on the screens showing the film from the cameras positioned at each entrance, and at intervals round the outside of the wall. The rest of his attention would be devoted to whatever international sport was being shown on satellite TV.
Anyway, there was no camera covering the pool area. Maria and Christina had protested vociferously about any such thing, claiming it would be an intrusion into their sunbathing privacy. And Basilis had reluctantly given way.
So if she wanted to relax with a swim, there was nothing to prevent her.
Her mind made up, she fetched a towel from her shower-room, and made her way quietly down the marble steps and through the thickly encircling bushes and shrubs to the pool.
She dropped her towel onto its tiled surround, sent her nightgown to join it and stood naked for a moment, dipping an experimental foot into the water. Then, with a little sigh of pleasure, she slipped down into the cool depths, and swam a couple of slow, easy lengths before turning on her back and floating for a while, letting the stress of the evening ripple away in the moonlight that surrounded her.
Heaven, she thought, sighing softly as she swam back to the side, lifting herself out of the pool in one lithe movement. She twisted her hair into a thick rope, wringing the water from it, then shook it loose again before reaching for her towel and beginning to blot the moisture from her skin.
As she did so, it occurred to her that the noise from the city had become appreciably louder, and that was because the crickets were suddenly silent.
My fault probably, she thought, smiling to herself. I must have put them off their stroke.
And at the same moment, a first, faint breeze whispered through
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