"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 07 - Pearl of Patmos" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

wide-legged, hands on hips, half-smiling and half-serious, with no preening of her body. She simply
offered it for inspection.
The black pants were skintight and plain, with elastic in the waist and leg bands. Several long curly
tendrils of brown hair strayed beneath the elastic near her mons pubis. Her legs, Blade thought, could
only be called elegant. An old-fashioned word, but it fitted. Her legs were so good, so slim and sweetly
curving, with thighs and knees barely kissing, that they did not need the arch decoy of high heels to show
them off.
Her breasts were beyond description. Blade forgot words and simply gazed, his loins excited and
moving. He was something of a connoisseur of breasts and he immediately recognized that hers were
hybrid, half Nordic, halfMediterranean . Not tanned pears, but with a hint of conoid; not warm melons,
but swelling to round fullness. Her nipples were half-awakened rosebuds.
"You chose your name well," Blade admitted. "You are Diana. In the flesh. As she must have been
imagined by the ancients."
She tossed her thick brown hair behind her shoulders. The movement set her breasts to rippling. She
regarded him steadily, lower lip caught in upper teeth. "When you have looked your fill," she told him,
"we can get on with the game. There are rules, especially one. I think you had better know about it."
"There are always rules," said Blade with a mock scowl. "They usually spoil things. What particular
rule did you have in mind?"
"You can look at me, but you may not touch."
"Oh?" He made no effort to disguise his dismay.
"Until I say you canтАФif I ever do. Do you agree? If you don't we must stop the game here and now."
"Oh, I agree," Blade said hastily. Under his breath he muttered, "La belle dame sans merci."
She stuck out her tongue at him. "Maybe not. Not entirely. We shall have to see. Are you going to
swim with me?"
He reached hastily for another cigarette. "Er, not just this minute. You go on. I'll have a smoke and
watch. I wouldn't go out too farтАФthere are some undercurrents that can be nasty at times."
There was pure and joyous malice in the green eyes. She stared at his breech cloth. "You daren't
stand up," she laughed. "You're afraid I'll see how excited you are."
Blade busied himself with the lighter. It was running low on fuel. "Don't talk nonsense. You forget
who I am. Hercules would never be bothered by such a thing."
Her laughter came in a full-bodied shout. She bent over, her breasts pendants of symmetry. "You're
embarrassed. You really are embarrassed. Hercules is embarrassed by Diana!"
"Like hell he is." Blade joined her in laughter. He stood up, hoping that he was right about the
seclusion of the cove. He had never been disturbed here, but that meant little. Therecouldbe peepers,
and binoculars, and if so there would be, to paraphrase the old Yank song, a hot time in the old village
tonight. Tongues would be clacking in the pubs. Blade thought of J's probable reaction, should he ever
hear, and had to grin. J was something of an old woman. Astute, cunning at his job, but on the prim side.
Lord Leighton, that scandalous old man, was another matter. He would revel in such a contretemps.
Would demand details and relish them with goatish laughter.
"Oh!" She was staring at the massive bulge in his breechcloth.
"Is something wrong?" he inquired innocently.
"Oh, my God!"
She turned and ran into the seas. Blade followed her, glancing up at the cliff rim. No sign of anyone.
No revealing glint of sun on glasses. They were, Blade thought as he plunged into the cold water,
probably going to get away with it. For the sake of all concerned he hoped so. The local constable, Bob
Anderson, was a stolid man and capable enough but lacking in imagination. Blade went deep into the
blue water, down to where it shaded into a cold green, the color of her eyes, and nearly choked at the
thought of Diana and Hercules in magistrate's court.
When he surfaced there was no sign of the girl. He swam out a hundred yards, cutting effortlessly
through the wavelets, noting that the coaster's flag of smoke had nearly vanished. He did not worry. Such