I suppose it was part of her professionalism: she was the general of this army, the boss of all she surveyed in the small hotel, and she did things he... way.News spread that Geoffrey, her husband, wasn’t coming back before the end of the season. His mother was ill and he was staying to keep an eye on her up in Yorkshire, while things wound down here on the Norfolk coast.One day I was summoned.“Peter. My office please.”In the office, a surprisingly homely affair with paintings and photographs and. 'I may not be able to walk very well, but I'm strong enough to lift a little pixie like you!' He grinned at her, revealing coffee coloured teeth, stained by many years of smoking and coffee drinking. 'Do you think you can walk into the house? I can lift you, but I can't carry you.''Yes, I ... I think so, the pain's eased a little now. I think it's with being able to relax in the van.'Jon bent and picked up a power lead from the floor, plugging it into a socket on the side of the van. 'Come on. .. depth." With a quick grin, he slapped my butt. I scurried up the ladder with a laugh and a thudding heartbeat. Thoughts of last night kept trying to take my mind to interesting places, but I forced myself to focus. There'd be time later to think those thoughts.Damien Manchester was standing on the deck at the top of the ladder. I think he must've overheard us because he was smiling deeply. "Welcome aboard the Aztec Warrior," he said. Across the lower deck, two men coiling a cable of some. They were full and round and the nipples were of the dark browncolor and the longer I was looking at them the harder they werebecoming. I shifted away from my breasts I had too or I was going tobecome aroused to the point where I was going to have to do somethingabout it and I wasn't ready for that. My hair was red and not just anyred but that coppery red that women who want to be a red head couldnever get. My eyes were the deepest green color I had ever seen before.My skin was flawless and I.