straightened and licked her lips. No, don’t do that, he silently told her.
His bed wasn’t that far away.
Dumpster fire …
Nick thought it was high time he brought them both back down to earth. ‘So, a couple of house rules.’
Clem winced. ‘More rules?’
‘I don’t have a daily maid service so you make your own bed, tidy up after yourself, toss the dishes in the dishwasher, your clothes in the washing machine,’ he told her and watched her eyes widen. ‘Twice a week, either Mama Thembi or Mama Sophie will be driven down and they’ll mop and dust and change the linens. That reminds me, you owe me four hundred pounds for the two sheets you destroyed.’
‘Put it on my bill. I think your housekeeper put a curse on me, she yelled at me so loudly.’
‘I wouldn’t be surprised.’ Nick succumbed to the urge to touch her and placed his hand on her neck, easily encircling most of her neck with his fingers. He pushed her towards the sliding door and into the lounge. ‘Let’s eat dinner in the staff dining room.’
Clem sent him a mischievous look. ‘Not at the Lodge?’
‘Keep dreaming, Red.’
‘When do I get to see your precious Lodge, by the way?’
Nick glanced at his watch. ‘Now, if you want. I need to stop by my office and most of the guests will be out on the evening game drive.’
‘Great.’ Clem followed him out of the house and towards his vehicle. She climbed into his Landy and stared down at the seat. ‘Are you ever going to fix this seat?’
‘Maybe. When you stop being a pain.’
CHAPTER FOUR
Luella Dawson’s blog:
You’ll never guess where she is! Our Clem, city girl and glamour babe girlfriend, is on a game reserve in the deepest Africa and no, folks, it’s not April Fools day! I was told by my very reliable source that she’s staying with a very hot, very single, very sexy lodge owner. Fireworks are guaranteed!
Will keep you posted as I get tweets in my ear!
AFTER following Nick through the exquisitely decorated Lodge—library, business centre, a cigar bar, three different dining rooms, three public lounges—Clem found herself seriously impressed. It was tasteful, clever and, above all, very, very rich.
Nick gestured her to walk out onto the covered veranda that ran the length of the house and provided superb views of the jackelberry and acaciathorn tree bush and the watering hole at the bottom of the cliff. Below the veranda the landscaper had created a series of rock lined terraces filled with emerald green grass. The last of the terraces contained a sparkling lap pool edged with a wooden deck. The guests could hang on the opposite side of the pool and feel as if they were on the edge of the world, about to be swept into the landscape below, Clem thought.
‘We also have the private villa and the tented camp deeper into the reserve,’ Nick told her, putting his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts.
Clem returned the greeting of a butler who walked up to them. Nick refused his offer for a drink and Clem reminded him to tell her about the private villa. ‘Six en-suite bedrooms with en suite bathrooms; I built it to cater for extended families or groups of friends. It has a heated swimming pool and a huge deck overlooking another waterhole often visited by the Big Five.’ Nick nodded to another butler and continued, ‘Guests have a private game-viewing vehicle and a ranger, personal chef and masseuse at their disposal.’
‘Serious luxury, serious money.’
‘Oh yeah. Now, the tented camp is very different. Luxurious, yes, but a lot more rugged. No electricity, canvas showers, no electric fence. Very, very isolated, very quiet.’
Clem looked around and whistled. ‘It’s a hell of a place, Nick.’
‘I couldn’t have done it if your father hadn’t provided the capital. I owe him.’
‘And that’s why I landed on your doorstep.’
‘Yeah.’ Nick turned at footsteps behind them and grinned at a tall blonde, dressed in a khaki skirt and a
His bed wasn’t that far away.
Dumpster fire …
Nick thought it was high time he brought them both back down to earth. ‘So, a couple of house rules.’
Clem winced. ‘More rules?’
‘I don’t have a daily maid service so you make your own bed, tidy up after yourself, toss the dishes in the dishwasher, your clothes in the washing machine,’ he told her and watched her eyes widen. ‘Twice a week, either Mama Thembi or Mama Sophie will be driven down and they’ll mop and dust and change the linens. That reminds me, you owe me four hundred pounds for the two sheets you destroyed.’
‘Put it on my bill. I think your housekeeper put a curse on me, she yelled at me so loudly.’
‘I wouldn’t be surprised.’ Nick succumbed to the urge to touch her and placed his hand on her neck, easily encircling most of her neck with his fingers. He pushed her towards the sliding door and into the lounge. ‘Let’s eat dinner in the staff dining room.’
Clem sent him a mischievous look. ‘Not at the Lodge?’
‘Keep dreaming, Red.’
‘When do I get to see your precious Lodge, by the way?’
Nick glanced at his watch. ‘Now, if you want. I need to stop by my office and most of the guests will be out on the evening game drive.’
‘Great.’ Clem followed him out of the house and towards his vehicle. She climbed into his Landy and stared down at the seat. ‘Are you ever going to fix this seat?’
‘Maybe. When you stop being a pain.’
CHAPTER FOUR
Luella Dawson’s blog:
You’ll never guess where she is! Our Clem, city girl and glamour babe girlfriend, is on a game reserve in the deepest Africa and no, folks, it’s not April Fools day! I was told by my very reliable source that she’s staying with a very hot, very single, very sexy lodge owner. Fireworks are guaranteed!
Will keep you posted as I get tweets in my ear!
AFTER following Nick through the exquisitely decorated Lodge—library, business centre, a cigar bar, three different dining rooms, three public lounges—Clem found herself seriously impressed. It was tasteful, clever and, above all, very, very rich.
Nick gestured her to walk out onto the covered veranda that ran the length of the house and provided superb views of the jackelberry and acaciathorn tree bush and the watering hole at the bottom of the cliff. Below the veranda the landscaper had created a series of rock lined terraces filled with emerald green grass. The last of the terraces contained a sparkling lap pool edged with a wooden deck. The guests could hang on the opposite side of the pool and feel as if they were on the edge of the world, about to be swept into the landscape below, Clem thought.
‘We also have the private villa and the tented camp deeper into the reserve,’ Nick told her, putting his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts.
Clem returned the greeting of a butler who walked up to them. Nick refused his offer for a drink and Clem reminded him to tell her about the private villa. ‘Six en-suite bedrooms with en suite bathrooms; I built it to cater for extended families or groups of friends. It has a heated swimming pool and a huge deck overlooking another waterhole often visited by the Big Five.’ Nick nodded to another butler and continued, ‘Guests have a private game-viewing vehicle and a ranger, personal chef and masseuse at their disposal.’
‘Serious luxury, serious money.’
‘Oh yeah. Now, the tented camp is very different. Luxurious, yes, but a lot more rugged. No electricity, canvas showers, no electric fence. Very, very isolated, very quiet.’
Clem looked around and whistled. ‘It’s a hell of a place, Nick.’
‘I couldn’t have done it if your father hadn’t provided the capital. I owe him.’
‘And that’s why I landed on your doorstep.’
‘Yeah.’ Nick turned at footsteps behind them and grinned at a tall blonde, dressed in a khaki skirt and a
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