moved slowly across the beach,, and Dennie began to laugh. The turtles were ridiculous, and Alec's arm was solid and warm. Life was suddenly getting better.
He held her close. "Hysterical from terror, huh?" He kissed her on the top of her head, and she thought dangerous thoughts.
Remember the job , she told herself, and tilted her head back and smiled at him. "I'm still mad at you, but since I'm quite sure you're going to set me up for breakfast tomorrow with your aunt, I might forgive you."
Alec looked disappointed but he coped. "Anything you want. Now pay attention to the movie." He tightened his arm around her some more. "Hey, do I know how to show a girl a good time or what? We'll have to come here often."
"I don't know." She shook her head, and her curls brushed his bare skin and made them both shiver. "This movie will be a tough one to top."
"Nonsense," Alec said, his voice cracking a little. "There's The Blob. Plan 9 From Outer Space. I Was a Teen-age Werewolf . Dozens of classics."
"Oh, good." Against all her better judgment, she nestled down next to him. "I'll become a film connoisseur."
His arm tightened on her still more. "No, you won't. This isn't film. This is the movies."
The turtles advanced on the scientist's daughter who turned and ran screaming.
Dennie tried to keep her attention on the movie. "Why is she running?"
"Because the men in the audience are tired of looking at turtles."
"Ah. An artistic decision." Dennie watched the turtles for a while, the least sexy thing in the room. "Actually, they kind of grow on you after a while," she said, and looked up at him. "I don't suppose there's a hope in hell that they actually get the scientist's daughter?"
"None," Alec said, and bent and kissed her while she was smiling up at him.
She should have moved away at once, should have just slid away, but that would have been dumb, to move away from all that heat and to stop the shudder he'd started in her. His tongue tickled her lips, and she opened to him, and he made her shudder again as he eased her back onto the bed. She moved under him as he pulled her close, curling into him, clutching at him as his hands moved over her. He slid his hand to the top of her zipper, and she thought, Thank God, he'll be touching me soon , and then the phone rang.
"Ignore it," Alec whispered thickly in her ear, but it rang again, just enough to remind Dennie that she had work to do. She had to find Bondman, she had to call Victoria to set up breakfast, she had to have Alec right now…
No.
Dennie shoved him gently to one side and reached over him for the phone. "I told you," she said, a little breathlessly. "Career first."
Alec fell back on the bed. "I hate women's lib."
"Hello?" Dennie said.
"Dennie, dear," Victoria said. "Is Alec with you?"
"Right here, Victoria." Dennie turned to look at Alec beside her and regretting it instantly because he looked so good.
"Thank you very much," Alec called in the direction of the phone. "Hell of a time to call."
"Could I speak to him, dear? I've been calling his room for over an hour. Very frustrating."
"Believe me, I understand," Dennie said, trying to think cool, non-Alec thoughts. "Oh, before I hand the phone over, do you think we could have breakfast tomorrow? I'd love to talk…"
"Well, I suppose—" Victoria began, sounding a little taken aback
Dennie moved in for the kill. "You can? Oh, that's terrific. About ten in the Ivy Room? I can't wait. Here's Alec."
Dennie handed the phone over, and Alec sat up. "Hello, Aunt Vic," he said. "Don't ever call here again."
Dennie leaned closer and heard Victoria say, "Caught you in the middle of things, did I? Shame on you."
"How did you find me?" Alec pulled away a little, and Dennie took the hint and rolled off the bed. As she headed for the bathroom, she heard him say, "Better yet, why did you find me?"
Dennie checked his shirt and stayed close to the bathroom door to eavesdrop. "You can forget the Prentice compound," she
He held her close. "Hysterical from terror, huh?" He kissed her on the top of her head, and she thought dangerous thoughts.
Remember the job , she told herself, and tilted her head back and smiled at him. "I'm still mad at you, but since I'm quite sure you're going to set me up for breakfast tomorrow with your aunt, I might forgive you."
Alec looked disappointed but he coped. "Anything you want. Now pay attention to the movie." He tightened his arm around her some more. "Hey, do I know how to show a girl a good time or what? We'll have to come here often."
"I don't know." She shook her head, and her curls brushed his bare skin and made them both shiver. "This movie will be a tough one to top."
"Nonsense," Alec said, his voice cracking a little. "There's The Blob. Plan 9 From Outer Space. I Was a Teen-age Werewolf . Dozens of classics."
"Oh, good." Against all her better judgment, she nestled down next to him. "I'll become a film connoisseur."
His arm tightened on her still more. "No, you won't. This isn't film. This is the movies."
The turtles advanced on the scientist's daughter who turned and ran screaming.
Dennie tried to keep her attention on the movie. "Why is she running?"
"Because the men in the audience are tired of looking at turtles."
"Ah. An artistic decision." Dennie watched the turtles for a while, the least sexy thing in the room. "Actually, they kind of grow on you after a while," she said, and looked up at him. "I don't suppose there's a hope in hell that they actually get the scientist's daughter?"
"None," Alec said, and bent and kissed her while she was smiling up at him.
She should have moved away at once, should have just slid away, but that would have been dumb, to move away from all that heat and to stop the shudder he'd started in her. His tongue tickled her lips, and she opened to him, and he made her shudder again as he eased her back onto the bed. She moved under him as he pulled her close, curling into him, clutching at him as his hands moved over her. He slid his hand to the top of her zipper, and she thought, Thank God, he'll be touching me soon , and then the phone rang.
"Ignore it," Alec whispered thickly in her ear, but it rang again, just enough to remind Dennie that she had work to do. She had to find Bondman, she had to call Victoria to set up breakfast, she had to have Alec right now…
No.
Dennie shoved him gently to one side and reached over him for the phone. "I told you," she said, a little breathlessly. "Career first."
Alec fell back on the bed. "I hate women's lib."
"Hello?" Dennie said.
"Dennie, dear," Victoria said. "Is Alec with you?"
"Right here, Victoria." Dennie turned to look at Alec beside her and regretting it instantly because he looked so good.
"Thank you very much," Alec called in the direction of the phone. "Hell of a time to call."
"Could I speak to him, dear? I've been calling his room for over an hour. Very frustrating."
"Believe me, I understand," Dennie said, trying to think cool, non-Alec thoughts. "Oh, before I hand the phone over, do you think we could have breakfast tomorrow? I'd love to talk…"
"Well, I suppose—" Victoria began, sounding a little taken aback
Dennie moved in for the kill. "You can? Oh, that's terrific. About ten in the Ivy Room? I can't wait. Here's Alec."
Dennie handed the phone over, and Alec sat up. "Hello, Aunt Vic," he said. "Don't ever call here again."
Dennie leaned closer and heard Victoria say, "Caught you in the middle of things, did I? Shame on you."
"How did you find me?" Alec pulled away a little, and Dennie took the hint and rolled off the bed. As she headed for the bathroom, she heard him say, "Better yet, why did you find me?"
Dennie checked his shirt and stayed close to the bathroom door to eavesdrop. "You can forget the Prentice compound," she
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