“Was it?”
“What do you think?” he asked. His hand seemed to find her breast as if it had a mind of its own.
“I don’t know what to think, having no experience in this sort of thing to speak of.”
He kissed the top of her head and said, “It was very nice, Princess.”
“I’m glad,” she said.
And then he was kissing her forehead and her eyes and then her mouth again.
The elevator whined.
“Somebody pushed the elevator button.”
“So?” she asked, pulling his face to hers again.
“That means somebody is coming up here.”
“Don’t let them! Not now, Cletus!”
He freed himself, stepped out of the bed, and walked naked to the elevator.
Christ, I didn’t even take my boots off!
He looked back at the bed. She was propped up on one elbow.
That has to be the most beautiful female in the world.
“Pull the sheet over you,” he ordered.
“Oh, my!” she said, and reached for the sheet.
It was Enrico.
“I didn’t think the lady posed a threat, mi Teniente,” Enrico said, his eyes carefully raised to the ceiling, “so I let her up.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“There is a Norteamericano downstairs, mi Teniente. A coronel.”
“A colonel?”
“Si, mi Teniente.”
Who the hell can that be? A Norteamericano colonel?
“I’ll be right down, Enrico.”
He walked to the bed. She was prone under a sheet.
“I have to go downstairs a minute.”
“I heard. Damn!”
“I’ll be right back. We have to talk.”
She sat up. The sheet was dislodged.