Watching Mr Portman’s muscles flex and bulge as he demonstrated the fighting arts had been very diverting, and at times I had found myself idly spec...lating about what he would look like with those athletic clothes removed. As I returned from my reverie, I could see a look in Georgina’s eye that indicated misbehaviour was about to make its appearance.‘Would you like to have a swim, Mary?’ she asked.‘No, Georgina. We should be getting dressed.’ I tried to sound firm.‘But the pool is just one. Let him ... do stuff to me no one else has ever done.”“You mean like sex stuff?” I asked delicately, sensing that change in tone in her voice.“Yes, Matt, like sex stuff,” she answered patiently.“I kind of figured with what you’ve told me about James, you pretty much had it all covered.”“Uh, no? Not at all.”“What are you talking about? Did he, like, tie you up or something?”Lara started laughing and it was contagious.“No way!” she eventually managed. “I don’t think Pete would ever be able to do. At about eleven o’clock, Manlio had rung to find out what had happened to Gabriella. ‘I tried to stall him,’ she explained, ‘because Gabriella was still a bit, well, you know — ‘ ‘Dazed?’ I suggested. ‘Yes, but Manlio started to get all Latin and hot-tempered with me and I was getting flustered because he was talking so fast, then Gabriella suddenly appeared and grabbed the phone and gave him a piece of her mind. In the end she told him to eff off in four languages at least and hung up on him.. She took a deep breath and knocked. He opened the door dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark navy trousers. As she looked up at him, she felt the spreading warmth inside of her that came from seeing the hunger in his eyes. As he looked at her, checking to make sure that she had followed instructions, she demurely lowered her gaze. He stepped aside for her to enter and closed the door behind her. She slowly dropped to her knees. All the while staring down at the floor. He hooked his finger.