already?’
Harriet nodded. ‘Lewis finds it hard to survive without a scriptwriter close to hand.’
‘I can’t imagine why he needs him on his honeymoon,’ remarked Edmund. ‘I supposethey’re working on the sequel to Dark Secret , is that it?’
‘Yes.’
‘Interesting. What’s it about, do you know?’
‘I don’t think Lewis is too sure yet,’ said Harriet with perfect honesty.
‘Has it got a working title?’ persisted Edmund.
Harriet felt uneasy. His eyes were sharp with intelligence and she had the distinct feeling he might have a suspicion about what was happening. ‘You’ll have to ask him yourself,’ she said quickly. ‘I won’t talk film business on my honeymoon.’
‘If you were married to me, I wouldn’t expect you to,’ Edmund assured her. ‘Believe me, Harriet, I can think of far more interesting things we could do.’
Harriet smiled. ‘I’m sure you can.’
‘Do you ever imagine things like that?’ he murmured.
‘Like what?’
‘Like what we could do together.’
Harriet lowered her eyes, but he could see a pulse beating in the hollow at the base of her neck. ‘No,’ she said softly.
Edmund stood up, resting a hand gently on her shoulder. ‘I’m not altogether sure I believe that,’ he said casually.
‘You obviously have a doubting nature.’
‘Not at all, but I think I know quite a lot about women.’
‘So does Lewis,’ Harriet assured him.
Edmund smiled. ‘I know that, the walls here might be thick, but it’s still possible to hear things in the silence of the night.’
Harriet stared up at him, her grey eyes frank. ‘I know – we heard Noella.’
‘Indeed? And what kind of noise did Noella make?’
Harriet hesitated. ‘I thought at first it was – you know – one of pleasure, later I wasn’t quite so sure.’
‘Then you’re a very clever young woman,’ he said smoothly.
Half-fascinated and half-disturbed, Harriet watched him leave the room, and once again she wondered about the sounds she’d heard from their bedroom and their real significance.
Later, Lewis drove them all to Polperro, leaving the car parked at the top of a steep hill on the edge of the village. ‘We’ll walk down,’ he said to a horrified Noella. ‘It’s useless trying to park any nearer, and anyway the views are incredible.’
Hand in hand, he and Harriet led the way, while Noella and Edmund followed behind them, Noella clutching Edmund’s arm as she struggled not to turn her ankles in her high-heeled sandals.
Looking up at the houses set on the sides of the sharply rising hills surrounding the village, Harriet could recall in minute detail the childish excitement of her earlier visits. ‘There used to be a wonderful fudge shop half-way along the main street,’ she told the others. ‘We must make sure we get some while we’re here.’
‘If we don’t I think I’ll leave it. I’m sure as hell never doing this again,’ gasped Noella, as strands of her blonde hair escaped from her french pleat.
‘I rather think you’re a child of the city,’ remarked Edmund mildly. ‘Don’t worry, we won’t have to climb all the way back up. They run a pony and trap for people like you, I read it in the guide book.’
‘Do you ride, Harriet?’ asked Noella, when they were in the main street and the slope was less steep.
‘Not really.’
‘You should, it’s very sexy. I’ve had some of my best orgasms on horseback.’
A passing tourist looked at her in astonishment and Harriet couldn’t help laughing. ‘That doesn’t say very much for me,’ said Edmund mildly. ‘I knew you were into whips, but I didn’t realise you needed the horse as well.’
Harriet’s mouth went dry at the images her mind was conjuring up. ‘You’re not shocked are you?’ asked Noella, seeing the younger woman’s expression. ‘Don’t you and Lewis enjoy a little mild S&M?’
‘We don’t like anything wild,’ said Lewis, kissing Harriet on the side of her
Harriet nodded. ‘Lewis finds it hard to survive without a scriptwriter close to hand.’
‘I can’t imagine why he needs him on his honeymoon,’ remarked Edmund. ‘I supposethey’re working on the sequel to Dark Secret , is that it?’
‘Yes.’
‘Interesting. What’s it about, do you know?’
‘I don’t think Lewis is too sure yet,’ said Harriet with perfect honesty.
‘Has it got a working title?’ persisted Edmund.
Harriet felt uneasy. His eyes were sharp with intelligence and she had the distinct feeling he might have a suspicion about what was happening. ‘You’ll have to ask him yourself,’ she said quickly. ‘I won’t talk film business on my honeymoon.’
‘If you were married to me, I wouldn’t expect you to,’ Edmund assured her. ‘Believe me, Harriet, I can think of far more interesting things we could do.’
Harriet smiled. ‘I’m sure you can.’
‘Do you ever imagine things like that?’ he murmured.
‘Like what?’
‘Like what we could do together.’
Harriet lowered her eyes, but he could see a pulse beating in the hollow at the base of her neck. ‘No,’ she said softly.
Edmund stood up, resting a hand gently on her shoulder. ‘I’m not altogether sure I believe that,’ he said casually.
‘You obviously have a doubting nature.’
‘Not at all, but I think I know quite a lot about women.’
‘So does Lewis,’ Harriet assured him.
Edmund smiled. ‘I know that, the walls here might be thick, but it’s still possible to hear things in the silence of the night.’
Harriet stared up at him, her grey eyes frank. ‘I know – we heard Noella.’
‘Indeed? And what kind of noise did Noella make?’
Harriet hesitated. ‘I thought at first it was – you know – one of pleasure, later I wasn’t quite so sure.’
‘Then you’re a very clever young woman,’ he said smoothly.
Half-fascinated and half-disturbed, Harriet watched him leave the room, and once again she wondered about the sounds she’d heard from their bedroom and their real significance.
Later, Lewis drove them all to Polperro, leaving the car parked at the top of a steep hill on the edge of the village. ‘We’ll walk down,’ he said to a horrified Noella. ‘It’s useless trying to park any nearer, and anyway the views are incredible.’
Hand in hand, he and Harriet led the way, while Noella and Edmund followed behind them, Noella clutching Edmund’s arm as she struggled not to turn her ankles in her high-heeled sandals.
Looking up at the houses set on the sides of the sharply rising hills surrounding the village, Harriet could recall in minute detail the childish excitement of her earlier visits. ‘There used to be a wonderful fudge shop half-way along the main street,’ she told the others. ‘We must make sure we get some while we’re here.’
‘If we don’t I think I’ll leave it. I’m sure as hell never doing this again,’ gasped Noella, as strands of her blonde hair escaped from her french pleat.
‘I rather think you’re a child of the city,’ remarked Edmund mildly. ‘Don’t worry, we won’t have to climb all the way back up. They run a pony and trap for people like you, I read it in the guide book.’
‘Do you ride, Harriet?’ asked Noella, when they were in the main street and the slope was less steep.
‘Not really.’
‘You should, it’s very sexy. I’ve had some of my best orgasms on horseback.’
A passing tourist looked at her in astonishment and Harriet couldn’t help laughing. ‘That doesn’t say very much for me,’ said Edmund mildly. ‘I knew you were into whips, but I didn’t realise you needed the horse as well.’
Harriet’s mouth went dry at the images her mind was conjuring up. ‘You’re not shocked are you?’ asked Noella, seeing the younger woman’s expression. ‘Don’t you and Lewis enjoy a little mild S&M?’
‘We don’t like anything wild,’ said Lewis, kissing Harriet on the side of her
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