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Authors: Harold Robbins
room and then stood very still. She reached a hand behind her and -gestured a finger to her lips to silence him.
"Look," she whispered, a teasing smile on her lips. "The lovers"
He
His first impulse was one of shock, but it quickly gave way to laughter. It was funny. Jimmy was so skinny and Francie was a big girl. He put his hand over his mouth to still his laughter.
"Shall we wake them?" he whispered.
She shook her head. "No. They look so tired, the poor darUngs."
Quietly they tiptoed past them and into the hall. She looked at him. "How do I get back to the bedroom?" she asked. "I want to get dressed."
He gestured and she followed him up the stairs. He opened the door of her room. She turned to look at him. "Can I take a shower?" she asked.
"If you won't mind the cold water," he answered. "The hot-water heater hasn't been turned on yet."
"I don't mind," she said. She picked up her clothing from the chair and went into the bathroom. She closed and locked the bathroom door, then waited, Ustening. She heard the bedroom door cUck behind him as he left. Then, smiling to herself, she stepped into the tub, pulled the shower curtain around her, and turned on the water.
Even cold, it was wonderful. She loved showers. At home all they had was a tub, and that was in the kitchen. The toilet was out in the hall. This was the way to Uve. She began to sing in a clear, unmusical voice. She had been there almost ten minutes when she reluctandy turned off the water.
She pulled aside the shower curtain and had one foot out of the tub before she looked up. Her hand flew to her mouth in surprise, ''Oh»"
Ross was standing there smiling, a big bath towel in his outstretched hands. "I thought you could use this," he said.
She didn't move. "How did you get in?" she asked,
*'My door." He gestured behind him. "It's on the other side." He stared down at her. "Better take this," he said, holding the towel toward her. "I hear real blondes are very susceptible to colds."
She took the towel and wrapped it aroimd her. *Thank you," she said coldly.
"Wait a minute," he said. "You're not angry, are youT*
She shook her head. "I don't like people sneaking up on me, that's all."
He pulled her toward him. "It was just a joke, Marja." He tried to kiss her.
She turned a cheek toward him. "It's not funny,** she said. "Now leave me alone. I wanna get dressed."
He could feel the warmth of her through the thick towel. An excitement began to run through him. In his mind he could see the couple downstairs on the couch as they had tiptoed through the room. He held her tighdy to him. "YQu're not going to leave me like this," he said in a strained voice, his heart hammering inside him.
She stared up into his eyes. Her eyes were the coldest he had ever seen. She didn't speak.
Anger ran through him violendy. He tried to force his lips to her mouth. Silently she squirmed and twisted away from him. He couldn't hold her stilL He leaned his weight against her and pushed her back against the wall. Now she couldn't move away from him.
He stared into her eyes, breathing heavdly. She looked back at him without fear. "Cut the teasing, Marja," he said harshly. "What do you think I brought you out here forr*
She didn't answer. Just kept watching him.
He tried to rip the towel from her, but she held it tightly. He felt his temper run away with him. There was a
wild joy in his violence. He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. "Come on, you bitch!" he snapped. "Put out! Francie said you would!"
He felt her freeze and straighten up against the wall. He looked at her. The marks of his fingers were white against her sun-flushed cheek. A half-smile came to her lips, her eyeUds drooped. "Ross, baby," she whispered gentiy.
A confident smile came to his lips. These cheap Uttle tramps were all alike. Sometimes they needed a Uttle handling to show
"Look," she whispered, a teasing smile on her lips. "The lovers"
He
His first impulse was one of shock, but it quickly gave way to laughter. It was funny. Jimmy was so skinny and Francie was a big girl. He put his hand over his mouth to still his laughter.
"Shall we wake them?" he whispered.
She shook her head. "No. They look so tired, the poor darUngs."
Quietly they tiptoed past them and into the hall. She looked at him. "How do I get back to the bedroom?" she asked. "I want to get dressed."
He gestured and she followed him up the stairs. He opened the door of her room. She turned to look at him. "Can I take a shower?" she asked.
"If you won't mind the cold water," he answered. "The hot-water heater hasn't been turned on yet."
"I don't mind," she said. She picked up her clothing from the chair and went into the bathroom. She closed and locked the bathroom door, then waited, Ustening. She heard the bedroom door cUck behind him as he left. Then, smiling to herself, she stepped into the tub, pulled the shower curtain around her, and turned on the water.
Even cold, it was wonderful. She loved showers. At home all they had was a tub, and that was in the kitchen. The toilet was out in the hall. This was the way to Uve. She began to sing in a clear, unmusical voice. She had been there almost ten minutes when she reluctandy turned off the water.
She pulled aside the shower curtain and had one foot out of the tub before she looked up. Her hand flew to her mouth in surprise, ''Oh»"
Ross was standing there smiling, a big bath towel in his outstretched hands. "I thought you could use this," he said.
She didn't move. "How did you get in?" she asked,
*'My door." He gestured behind him. "It's on the other side." He stared down at her. "Better take this," he said, holding the towel toward her. "I hear real blondes are very susceptible to colds."
She took the towel and wrapped it aroimd her. *Thank you," she said coldly.
"Wait a minute," he said. "You're not angry, are youT*
She shook her head. "I don't like people sneaking up on me, that's all."
He pulled her toward him. "It was just a joke, Marja." He tried to kiss her.
She turned a cheek toward him. "It's not funny,** she said. "Now leave me alone. I wanna get dressed."
He could feel the warmth of her through the thick towel. An excitement began to run through him. In his mind he could see the couple downstairs on the couch as they had tiptoed through the room. He held her tighdy to him. "YQu're not going to leave me like this," he said in a strained voice, his heart hammering inside him.
She stared up into his eyes. Her eyes were the coldest he had ever seen. She didn't speak.
Anger ran through him violendy. He tried to force his lips to her mouth. Silently she squirmed and twisted away from him. He couldn't hold her stilL He leaned his weight against her and pushed her back against the wall. Now she couldn't move away from him.
He stared into her eyes, breathing heavdly. She looked back at him without fear. "Cut the teasing, Marja," he said harshly. "What do you think I brought you out here forr*
She didn't answer. Just kept watching him.
He tried to rip the towel from her, but she held it tightly. He felt his temper run away with him. There was a
wild joy in his violence. He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. "Come on, you bitch!" he snapped. "Put out! Francie said you would!"
He felt her freeze and straighten up against the wall. He looked at her. The marks of his fingers were white against her sun-flushed cheek. A half-smile came to her lips, her eyeUds drooped. "Ross, baby," she whispered gentiy.
A confident smile came to his lips. These cheap Uttle tramps were all alike. Sometimes they needed a Uttle handling to show
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