would they? The windows are tinted out. It’s completely private.’
‘I hope you’re right. Damn, there’s some on my skirt.’
‘Take it off then,’ he said with a wink.
‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not driving to London naked from the waist down.’
‘I’ll drive. You stay there.’
‘Can you even drive? Do you have a licence?’
‘Yeah.’
‘On you?’
‘No.’
‘Well then.’
‘It’s with a load of gear I have to pick up from Mum’s. I have got one though.’
‘Yes, but you can’t actually drive without it to hand. So there goes that plan. Anyway, how long is it since you drove?’
‘Dunno. Couple of years.’
‘Did you ever have a car?’
‘Not one of my own, no.’ He took a tissue and helped Jenna finish off the cleaning operation.
‘Well, if all this works out, I daresay you can have one.’
He shook his head, looking a bit disgruntled.
‘What?’ she said, tugging down her skirt preparatory to climbing back over into the driver’s seat.
‘You sound like a parent talking to a child. Behave yourself and I’ll get you some sweets.’
‘You know I don’t mean it that way.’
‘Don’t you?’
‘No.’
‘OK, I know you don’t. I just wish it could be me in the driving seat.’
She put her hands on the steering wheel and twisted her neck around to him.
‘It will be,’ she promised. ‘We just need to do the groundwork first. Come on. Let’s go to London.’
Chapter Five
‘ SO, WHAT DO you want to do first? Shower, eat, see the sights?’
Jason was peering through the curtain at Hyde Park beyond from their penthouse suite in Park Lane.
‘Aren’t we going to see your friend?’
‘Tomorrow,’ said Jenna, coming up behind him and resting her cheek against his shoulder. ‘I thought it’d be nice to have the evening to ourselves.’
He grabbed her swiftly into his arms so that they stood in the floor-to-ceiling window together, not that anybody could have seen them from below, unless they used binoculars. Jason seemed to realise this, because their kiss had not lasted long before he pushed a hand up her skirt, revealing the bare skin beneath.
‘Jason,’ she gasped, breaking off. ‘We’re right in the window.’
‘Yeah, but it’s not as if anyone can see. Unless a helicopter happens to come by, which isn’t too likely. Or a window cleaner. Christ, that’d be a job, cleaning all these windows.’
He tried to look down, but the parapet of the building prevented any view of the many lower floors.
‘All the same, I’d rather not show myself off to the world. This isn’t an Amsterdam brothel.’
‘I’ve heard about those. Some mates went over on a lads’ weekend once. They just stand right in the window on the street, yeah? Weird.’
‘And sad,’ said Jenna. ‘Come on, you haven’t answered my question. Are we going out, and if so, where?’
Jason threw up his arms as if to encompass the whole of London.
‘The place is too big,’ he said. ‘I haven’t got the first idea what to do here.’
‘Well, why don’t we shower, change and go for a walk in the park. We can decide while we walk.’
‘Fair enough.’
He opened the door to the bathroom suites.
‘What the fuck’s this? There’s no shower.’
Jenna hurried up behind him.
‘Oh, there is – it’s a wet room.’ She bit back the impulse to ask him if he’d ever used one before. Obviously he hadn’t.
‘A wet room?’ He twisted his neck to frown down at her. ‘What’s the point of that?’
‘It’s just like a massive walk-in shower room, that’s all. It’s great. You’ll like it. See, the shower fittings are over there on the far wall. Much better than being cramped up in a cubicle.’
‘Doesn’t the towel get wet?’
‘No, the rail is out of range.’
Jason still seemed unconvinced. ‘Don’t see what’s wrong with a regular shower myself,’ he muttered, but then he brightened, pulling Jenna into his side. ‘Plenty big enough for two,
‘I hope you’re right. Damn, there’s some on my skirt.’
‘Take it off then,’ he said with a wink.
‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not driving to London naked from the waist down.’
‘I’ll drive. You stay there.’
‘Can you even drive? Do you have a licence?’
‘Yeah.’
‘On you?’
‘No.’
‘Well then.’
‘It’s with a load of gear I have to pick up from Mum’s. I have got one though.’
‘Yes, but you can’t actually drive without it to hand. So there goes that plan. Anyway, how long is it since you drove?’
‘Dunno. Couple of years.’
‘Did you ever have a car?’
‘Not one of my own, no.’ He took a tissue and helped Jenna finish off the cleaning operation.
‘Well, if all this works out, I daresay you can have one.’
He shook his head, looking a bit disgruntled.
‘What?’ she said, tugging down her skirt preparatory to climbing back over into the driver’s seat.
‘You sound like a parent talking to a child. Behave yourself and I’ll get you some sweets.’
‘You know I don’t mean it that way.’
‘Don’t you?’
‘No.’
‘OK, I know you don’t. I just wish it could be me in the driving seat.’
She put her hands on the steering wheel and twisted her neck around to him.
‘It will be,’ she promised. ‘We just need to do the groundwork first. Come on. Let’s go to London.’
Chapter Five
‘ SO, WHAT DO you want to do first? Shower, eat, see the sights?’
Jason was peering through the curtain at Hyde Park beyond from their penthouse suite in Park Lane.
‘Aren’t we going to see your friend?’
‘Tomorrow,’ said Jenna, coming up behind him and resting her cheek against his shoulder. ‘I thought it’d be nice to have the evening to ourselves.’
He grabbed her swiftly into his arms so that they stood in the floor-to-ceiling window together, not that anybody could have seen them from below, unless they used binoculars. Jason seemed to realise this, because their kiss had not lasted long before he pushed a hand up her skirt, revealing the bare skin beneath.
‘Jason,’ she gasped, breaking off. ‘We’re right in the window.’
‘Yeah, but it’s not as if anyone can see. Unless a helicopter happens to come by, which isn’t too likely. Or a window cleaner. Christ, that’d be a job, cleaning all these windows.’
He tried to look down, but the parapet of the building prevented any view of the many lower floors.
‘All the same, I’d rather not show myself off to the world. This isn’t an Amsterdam brothel.’
‘I’ve heard about those. Some mates went over on a lads’ weekend once. They just stand right in the window on the street, yeah? Weird.’
‘And sad,’ said Jenna. ‘Come on, you haven’t answered my question. Are we going out, and if so, where?’
Jason threw up his arms as if to encompass the whole of London.
‘The place is too big,’ he said. ‘I haven’t got the first idea what to do here.’
‘Well, why don’t we shower, change and go for a walk in the park. We can decide while we walk.’
‘Fair enough.’
He opened the door to the bathroom suites.
‘What the fuck’s this? There’s no shower.’
Jenna hurried up behind him.
‘Oh, there is – it’s a wet room.’ She bit back the impulse to ask him if he’d ever used one before. Obviously he hadn’t.
‘A wet room?’ He twisted his neck to frown down at her. ‘What’s the point of that?’
‘It’s just like a massive walk-in shower room, that’s all. It’s great. You’ll like it. See, the shower fittings are over there on the far wall. Much better than being cramped up in a cubicle.’
‘Doesn’t the towel get wet?’
‘No, the rail is out of range.’
Jason still seemed unconvinced. ‘Don’t see what’s wrong with a regular shower myself,’ he muttered, but then he brightened, pulling Jenna into his side. ‘Plenty big enough for two,
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