Chapter 40

In North London, in an apartment that was basement at the front and opened onto a large garden at the back, in my arms and on my lap, Jennifer had said: "I love you too ..."

It was as if everything in the universe paused for a single, mind numbingly colossal heartbeat.

She followed those simple words with a wriggle of her hips and a mischievous smile.

"There's nothing like love to get you going..."

I eased her off my lap to make myself more comfortable. She reached for me but with massive willpower, I held her hand away.

"I'm going for a holiday in France soon."

"France is a beautiful country."

"Do you think that Bruno would let you come too?"

She wriggled around lying on the sofa with her head in my lap looking up at me. This was even worse than when she was sitting on my knee and her large blue eyes cranked up my heart rate up like crazy. I felt sick with longing.

She ignored my question.

"I could be your interpreter..."

"You speak French?"

"That's what they speak where I come from."

"Where's that?"

"Quebec, Canada."

"I always thought you had a funny accent."

"It's a beautiful country full of mountains and rivers. Its go-ahead like America but it's smaller and has individuality, like England."

"I want to know everything about you."

"I know ... that's why I'm telling you." She lifted her head of my lap and pulled me down to her for a long kiss. Hungry as I was for her kisses, I was hungrier to hear more.

"If it's so nice in Canada, why are you in England?"

"It's a common tale. I was backpacking around the world after college and ended up in London. I quite liked it here and was having fun being foot loose and fancy free. When I accidentally got Tommy, I was too old to go crying back to my parents in Canada and anyway they didn't want to know so I stayed and tried to make the best of it. That's why I speak French fluently."

"Is Bruno Tommy's father?"

"No."

"Who is?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Je t'aime!"

"So you speak French too! Perhaps you don't need an interpreter after all."

"I need you."

"I need you too."

We kissed.

"You said that Bruno was out tonight with his new girlfriend?"

"You know her, she's called Gerda."

"She's a friend of mine and I'm worried about her."

"If she was my friend, I'd be worried too."

"Why?"

"Just tell her to be careful but even now it's probably too late. Once Bruno has her in his sights, everything in her life will change and there is little she can do about it."

"I installed some web cam equipment at the video recording studio where you went for him. There were some people recording when I was there."

Jennifer blushed. It started with her ears and worked its way round to her cheeks. She looked angry and embarrassed.

"Why did you accept the work from Bruno? He'll give you a hard time if anything goes wrong and he's very exacting."

"It was the only way I could think of to find out more about you."

"And was it worth it?"

"No, not really. Also he said he would take it out on Gerda if anything went wrong."

"That's the way he works. He'll drag you into his spider's web and then you become his slave. Do as he wants and he will reward you, displease him and he'll hurt you any way he can. In the end, it's just easier to do what he wants."

"Will he hurt Gerda?"

"It's only a matter of time."

"Does he hurt you?"

"Let's not talk about it."

As she spoke, she slipped out of my arms and onto the floor. Then with a chuckling heave, she upended the sofa and sent me flying backwards in a heap towards the wall. As I struggled to my feet, a barrage of cushions met me. I hurled one back but Jennifer ducked and it went sailing over her head out of the door. She followed the cushion into the hall and threw it back at me before disappearing with a giggle towards the bedroom. I took the cushion on the chin and then with testosterone pumping, followed her in hot pursuit only to find her waiting for me spreadeagled on the bed.

Seconds later we were lying together skin against skin, heart against heart and lips savoring lips.

Slowly we made love into the night ... but only after I'd got out of bed ... and closed the bedroom curtains.

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