so i have started the mature content only for the eyes of those who can.
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CHAPTER 6
The morning was cool but with the promise of later heat, so zoya pulled on a gauzy skirt and loose tee shirt and caught her hair up into a jaunty pony-tail. She ate a dry piece of toast with a smear of honey and, when she was confident it was going to stay down, indulged the sharp onset of hunger by slicing up a banana and a kiwi fruit into a bowl and spooning over a generous dollop of low-fat vanilla yoghurt. Carrying the bowl in one hand and a cup of green tea in the other, she wandered out to the verandah and perched on the step to eat a leisurely breakfast. The water out in the bay was like shim mering glass, the only movement the gentle ripple of wavelets overturning at the edge of the beach and the swoop and splash of a pied shag arrowing into the water and re-emerging with a squirming fish, which it swallowed with a few flicks of its long neck before flapping off to dry its wings on a rocky out cropping. Licking the last of the yoghurt off her spoon, zoya left the bowl on the step and strolled down to the beach with her green tea. The sand was cool under her bare feet and the crystal-clear water shockingly cold as she paddled out to ankle depth.
As she turned to wade back to shore she saw a lone male figure standing on the upper deck of the house next door. He was shirtless, his dark mahogany chest smooth and glossy in the sunlight, his tapering torso cut off at the waist by the solid balcony wall, making her wonder if he was fully nude. Asad didn't own any pyjamas and was totally unselfconscious about his body when he wasn't intent on using it for pleasure. The first night they had made love she had been shocked by his lack of inhibitions, and very aware of her own hesitancy in flaunting her nakedness. She had tried to disguise her embar rassment, but to her amazement he had been powerfully aroused by her reticence.
If she hadn't had a few more drinks than usual at the book launch, she probably wouldn't have had the courage to accept Asad's invitation back to his hotel room.
She felt an electrical tingle in her veins at the memory of the weight of his hand on the small of her back as he had unlocked the door to his room. Once inside she had drifted out of his reach, surveying the huge, split-level suite with assumed amusement that had hid a glittering rush of nervous excitement.
Rather over-the-top for one person, isn't it?' she commented, eyeing the polished black marble pillars, jewelled rugs and luxurious furnishings.
He grinned, tossing his black leather jacket over the back of an antique chair and snagging her evening purse to drop it on the seat. Ayan works a great contra-deal for me with the international owner, who's a big a fan of my books.'
You mention his hotels in your books in exchange for free rooms?' asked zoya dubiously.
Bite your tongue, sweetheart; I don't play the sap for no one,' he sneered, in a passable imitation. Given his reputation for laughing criticism to scorn, she was surprised when he added: Contrary to what the intellectuals say, I do have some artistic ethics. I don't abuse my readers with sub liminal advertisements buried in my text. It's an up-front ar rangement"I do all my press conferences and interviews in his hotels worldwide, and I autograph first editions for him. And the rooms aren't free, I still pay something"but nothing like the rack-rates, so why not enjoy the best on offer? I happen to like the extravagant contrast to the austerity of my other life"my writing life,' he added when she tilted her head quizzically. The months when I shrink my world to the size of a keyboard and screen and live like an ascetic. That's why I need to let off steam every time I emerge from my monastic cell"to reduce the risk of a creative meltdown.'
Writers have a much higher than average occurrence of mood disorders, especially depression,' zoya murmured, wondering whether she was being nave to hope she was more than just a convenient escape valve. Not that it mattered. In the space of a few hours the intense euphoria she felt when they had briefly shaken hands during their introduction had devel oped into a relentless craving; a single, stolen kiss in an empty corner of the crowed room merely confirming her addiction.
Do we really?' he drawled.
She smiled sheepishly. Sorry"occupational hazard for a researcher.'
You must have a great deal of interesting information squirreled away in odd corners of your brain, waiting to spring out of your subconscious,' he said, his brown eyes narrowing in a fleeting moment of abstraction that made her feel totally invisible.
Yes, but it's what you do with it that matters,' she said with a wry shrug. A lot of it is very esoteric or trivial. Don't confuse memory with intelligence.'
His attention snapped back with uncomfortable intensity. What makes you think you're not intelligent?'
She thought of her endless struggles with hated school exams, and her mother's coruscating lecture when zoya had secretly interviewed for a job instead of applying for university.
Not unintelligent...' That was what had so infuriated her mother. She had viewed zoya's marks as a wilful act of rebellion. Just...um...intellectually unfocused.' This was definitely not the time to be worrying about what her mother might think! I suppose I tend to be a Jill of all trades and mistress of none,' she finished lightly.
His smile took on a wickedly sexy smoulder. Ah, an intellectual s**t...my kind of woman!' he growled.
zoya's nerves skittered at the bizarre sexual imagery induced by his phrase. She didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered.
I thought we were here to watch a movie here?'
I have a better idea,' he said, walking towards her. Oh?' Her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips, heat beginning to flush through her belly and breasts at the fierce expression in his eyes. He hadn't kissed her in the taxi coming over, but he had wanted to, and his restraint had made his desire all the more exciting.
We both can watch it anytime, so let's forget the movie and I'll show you the real reason I always stay in this particular penthouse...' he purred, taking her hand and beginning to lead her towards the spiral staircase in the corner of the room.
Oh, God, what height of decadence was he about to reveal?
SO WHAT DO YOU THNK???
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