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Название: Freya North 3-Book Collection: Love Rules, Home Truths, Pillow Talk
Автор: Freya North
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780008160166
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‘This feels tight.’ Thea ignored his question, pressing into his lower trapezius until she felt it yield.
‘If I was single, I’d wine and dine you, honey,’ Peter told her with an appreciative groan.
‘If I was single, I’d turn you down,’ Thea responded though immediately wished she hadn’t.
‘So you do have a love life,’ Peter commented, ‘but do you have a love nest? I can show you some gorgeous properties.’
‘You haven’t been doing those stretches I showed you, have you?’ Thea chastised, glad to change the subject.
‘Not enough hours in the day, babes,’ Peter rued. ‘Stretching takes too long.’
‘Peter!’ Thea admonished. ‘That series I showed you takes a maximum ten minutes, on weekdays only. You can do them anywhere.’
‘Not long but slow,’ Peter qualified, ‘I mean they feel like they take too long because they’re so slow. All that holding and breathing. I don’t do slow – not in my life.’
Reluctantly, Thea understood. He was a character, Peter Glass, a wide boy and charmer but self-deprecating and thus likeable. For all his bravura and bullshit, bragging of Beemers and calling every woman ‘babes’, he was a decent bloke contending with vicious pain.
‘You do make me feel better,’ Peter told her, knotting his Gucci tie. ‘If I could afford the time I’d come to you every bloody week. Twice, maybe. It’s only here that I slow down and unwind a little while you untie all those crap muscles of mine.’
‘Let’s book you in for next week,’ Thea said.
‘Cool, babes,’ said Peter, ‘but I may have to cancel last minute.’
‘Zay say zat avocado makes a lady ripe for lurve. Zay say zat carrot cake makes a lady hot. Zay say zat cheesy crisps make a lady juicy.’
Thea stood in the queue at Pret a Manger, thrilled at the surprise of Saul whispering in her ear, with his improbable accent and bizarre theories on foodstuffs.
‘Lady,’ he continued, murmuring throatily, his voice an octave lower than his regular English accent, ‘zay say zat a lady who likes avocado and cheesy crisps and cake of carrot, she is lady who do much sexy sex.’
‘Piss off,’ Thea whispered, giggling. Saul stood close behind her and kissed insistently behind her ear and along the curve of her neck. ‘Stop it,’ Thea hissed, ‘we’re in public.’
‘Exactly,’ whispered Saul. ‘God, I’m horny.’
‘I’m on a short lunch,’ Thea apologized, now feeling quite horny herself.
‘I’ll walk you back,’ Saul said, ‘as long as the tent pole in my trousers doesn’t get me arrested en route.’
It had snowed overnight and though the pavements were clear of it, a dusting still sprinkled the shrubs, iced the lawns and cushioned the benches in Paddington Street Gardens. Dogs trotted through the park with elevated action and children scampered around trying to snowball all spare snow.
‘It always seems bizarre to be planning summer issues when it’s February and freezing,’ Saul commented, ‘but that’s my afternoon – top beaches and barbecue tips. And a haircut – look at me, Christ!’
‘After my morning of men,’ Thea told him, ‘I have an afternoon of girls – my ballet dancer, two pregnant women and my little old lady. But I’d really better make tracks and warm my hands or I’ll lose all my clients.’
‘And then you’ll come to mine?’ Saul asked. ‘Movie? Villandry carpet picnic? Rude sex?’
‘Reverse order, preferably,’ Thea said. She looked at Saul and bit her bottom lip with coquettish intent. ‘Who’d’ve thought that cheesy crisps were an aphrodisiac.’
Saul took Thea at face value and didn’t dare say he’d made it up. ‘Let’s sneak up to your room for a quickie,’ he said instead, ‘you know you want it, you dirty thing!’
‘You’re incorrigible. I’m not remotely tempted,’ Thea scolded him playfully, kissing him teasingly with her tongue before flouncing into the Being Well with a provocative wiggle.
‘Christ, I need a shag,’ Saul muttered to himself, putting beaches and barbecues on the back burner, the haircut on hold.
ADAM
April, Issue 11
Vic Reeves/Bob Mortimer cover
Why British comedy rocks
Rock – why British rock is comedy
Sex – rock hard
Vinnie Jones – still rock hard
Travel – Gibraltar, Brighton and Australia – and other famous rocks
Sport – rock climbing
Win! Some rocks, courtesy of De Beers
ADAM
May, Issue 12
Emmanuelle Beart/Vanessa Paradis double cover
It’s in the Cannes – the sexiest film festival, now and then
Secrets, lies and big big bucks – what keeps the film industry rolling
Muscle in – steroid abuse: coming to your high-street chemist soon
Sex addiction – bona-fide illness or top excuse
Air guitar, shadow boxing and imaginary golf swings – good for your health
Property how-to: it doesn’t cost much and it won’t hurt your back
Win! A line in Danny Boyle’s new film
Saul sat in Alice’s office and they both swivelled in the chairs, Saul tapping a Biro gently against his teeth, Alice furrowing her brow and twitching her lip, while they brainstormed features for future issues.
‘How about,’ Alice mused, ‘sex advice through the eyes of – hang on – a porn star, a sex therapist and a—’
‘Housewife,’ Saul suggested.
‘Brilliant,’ Alice said, her fingers scuttling over her keyboard.
‘I was thinking,’ Saul said, ‘the Tour de France for the July issue – the world’s best athletes or drugged-up cheats.’
‘Yep,’ СКАЧАТЬ