that Harry could only stand and stare at her.
‘Would you like a drink first, Harry?’ she asked, smiling at him. ‘Or shall we make love now?’
They made love at first violently and then gently and tenderly. They made love like this three times before Harry realised he had been in the apartment over three hours.
‘My God! I must go!’
While he was dressing Tania lay like an ivory goddess, naked on the divan, watching him. She was smiling gently, although her heart was beating fast. Had she made a mistake? Was this just this once and now satisfied, the American would forget her, but she need not have worried.
‘How about next Sunday?’ Harry asked as he slipped on his sports shirt.
She got off the bed, shaking her head. Her heart beat less fast.
‘My friend won’t be able to let me have this apartment again . . . it was a special favour.’
Harry stared at her in dismay as she began to dress.
‘But we must. . . isn’t there any other place you know where we could go?’
For the past two days both she and Dong Tho had hunted for some other place. Dong Tho had been horrified at Anna Woo’s charges.
‘There is a small furnished apartment — not quite as good as this — but nice, that is to let opposite,’ Tania said. It was in fact Anna Woo who had told her about it. ‘It costs one hundred dollars a month . . . three months in advance.’
Harry didn’t hesitate.
‘Take it,’ he said. ‘I’ll give you the money’ He thought a little uneasily of his dwindling bank account. He would have to try to cut down on his personal spending. He gave her three one hundred dollar bills. ‘I must go.’ He took her in his arms, fondled and kissed her, then knowing he was dangerously late back home, he said goodbye. ‘The next Sunday at nine o’clock. . . across the way’
She smiled happily.
‘Yes.’
Harry met Jack English at the Yacht Club. Both of them had been lunching clients.
‘I won’t be at the Golf Club on Sunday,’ Harry said.
‘Oh, come on!’ English looked dismayed. ‘We agreed to take it in turns. It’s my Sunday.’
‘I’m sorry.’
English’s eyes narrowed.
‘You could be. If you don’t cover me — I don’t cover you.’
Harry had anticipated that this would be English’s reaction. He had given the situation some thought.
‘Do you think we could fix something with Joe Gates?’
Joe Gates was the Golf Club’s barman who handled all the telephone messages coming in for members out on the course.
English brightened.
‘That’s an idea. . . how?’
‘Why don’t we slip him twenty bucks a week, and if either of our wives call, he can say we are out of reach. Before we leave our girlfriends, we call him and he alerts us if there have been any messages.’
English regarded Harry with admiration.
‘What a mind! That’s terrific! For twenty bucks Joe would betray his own mother. Okay, leave it to me. I’ll talk to him. You pay him one week . . . I’ll pay him the other. Okay?’
Later, English called Harry at the office and said it was fixed. Harry had already warned him Miss Bernstein listened in, so English just said, ‘Joe has arranged our game for Sunday. It’s in the bag.’
Somehow, Harry got through the days while waiting for Sunday. He could only think of Tania, and once or twice the faraway expression made Lisa demand sharply what he was thinking about. Startled, Harry said he was wondering how he could persuade the Texan — his name was Hal Garrard — to buy that parcel of land.
‘I am sure I can sell him if only I can find the right approach.’
‘Is that all you’re thinking about?’
‘Well, damn it! It’s worth three hundred thousand.’ Harry lit a cigarette so he needn’t meet her eyes. ‘It’s a big deal.’
Lisa shrugged, ‘You men . . . we have all the money we want. You’re just greedy.’
Harry thought grimly that she had all the money she wanted, but he hadn’t.
‘Look, darling,’ he said quietly, ‘it’s all
‘Would you like a drink first, Harry?’ she asked, smiling at him. ‘Or shall we make love now?’
They made love at first violently and then gently and tenderly. They made love like this three times before Harry realised he had been in the apartment over three hours.
‘My God! I must go!’
While he was dressing Tania lay like an ivory goddess, naked on the divan, watching him. She was smiling gently, although her heart was beating fast. Had she made a mistake? Was this just this once and now satisfied, the American would forget her, but she need not have worried.
‘How about next Sunday?’ Harry asked as he slipped on his sports shirt.
She got off the bed, shaking her head. Her heart beat less fast.
‘My friend won’t be able to let me have this apartment again . . . it was a special favour.’
Harry stared at her in dismay as she began to dress.
‘But we must. . . isn’t there any other place you know where we could go?’
For the past two days both she and Dong Tho had hunted for some other place. Dong Tho had been horrified at Anna Woo’s charges.
‘There is a small furnished apartment — not quite as good as this — but nice, that is to let opposite,’ Tania said. It was in fact Anna Woo who had told her about it. ‘It costs one hundred dollars a month . . . three months in advance.’
Harry didn’t hesitate.
‘Take it,’ he said. ‘I’ll give you the money’ He thought a little uneasily of his dwindling bank account. He would have to try to cut down on his personal spending. He gave her three one hundred dollar bills. ‘I must go.’ He took her in his arms, fondled and kissed her, then knowing he was dangerously late back home, he said goodbye. ‘The next Sunday at nine o’clock. . . across the way’
She smiled happily.
‘Yes.’
Harry met Jack English at the Yacht Club. Both of them had been lunching clients.
‘I won’t be at the Golf Club on Sunday,’ Harry said.
‘Oh, come on!’ English looked dismayed. ‘We agreed to take it in turns. It’s my Sunday.’
‘I’m sorry.’
English’s eyes narrowed.
‘You could be. If you don’t cover me — I don’t cover you.’
Harry had anticipated that this would be English’s reaction. He had given the situation some thought.
‘Do you think we could fix something with Joe Gates?’
Joe Gates was the Golf Club’s barman who handled all the telephone messages coming in for members out on the course.
English brightened.
‘That’s an idea. . . how?’
‘Why don’t we slip him twenty bucks a week, and if either of our wives call, he can say we are out of reach. Before we leave our girlfriends, we call him and he alerts us if there have been any messages.’
English regarded Harry with admiration.
‘What a mind! That’s terrific! For twenty bucks Joe would betray his own mother. Okay, leave it to me. I’ll talk to him. You pay him one week . . . I’ll pay him the other. Okay?’
Later, English called Harry at the office and said it was fixed. Harry had already warned him Miss Bernstein listened in, so English just said, ‘Joe has arranged our game for Sunday. It’s in the bag.’
Somehow, Harry got through the days while waiting for Sunday. He could only think of Tania, and once or twice the faraway expression made Lisa demand sharply what he was thinking about. Startled, Harry said he was wondering how he could persuade the Texan — his name was Hal Garrard — to buy that parcel of land.
‘I am sure I can sell him if only I can find the right approach.’
‘Is that all you’re thinking about?’
‘Well, damn it! It’s worth three hundred thousand.’ Harry lit a cigarette so he needn’t meet her eyes. ‘It’s a big deal.’
Lisa shrugged, ‘You men . . . we have all the money we want. You’re just greedy.’
Harry thought grimly that she had all the money she wanted, but he hadn’t.
‘Look, darling,’ he said quietly, ‘it’s all
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