"Robb, J D - In Death 14 - Interlude In Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robb J D)

"Wow." She blinked, scooped at her hair when he set the goggles aside.
"Feel better?"
"Feel great."
"A little travel distress is easy enough to fix. The bath should finish it
off."
She glanced over, saw that the tub was full, heaped with bubbles that
swayed gently in the current of the jets. "I just bet it will." Smiling, she got
up, crossed the room to step down into the sunken pool. And lowering herself
neck-deep, she let out a long sigh.
"Can I have that wine or whatever the hell it is?"
"Sure." Obliging, he carried it over, set it on the wide lip behind her head.
"Thanks. I've gotta say, this is some ..." She trailed off, pressed her fingers
to her temple.
"Eve? Headache?" He reached out, concerned, and found himself flipping
into the water with her.
When he surfaced, she was grinning, and her hand was cupped possessively
between his legs. "Sucker," she said.
"Pervert."
"Oh, yeah. Let me show you how I finish off this little restorative
program, ace." -=O=-***-=O=-
Restored, and smug, she took a. quick spin in the drying tube. If she was going
to live only a few more days before crashing into a stray meteor and being
burned to a cinder by exploding rocket fuel on the flight back home, she might
as well make the best of it.
She snagged a robe, wrapped herself in it, and strolled back into the bedroom.
Roarke, already wearing trousers, was scanning what looked like encoded symbols
as they scrolled across the screen of the bedroom tele-link. Her dress, at least
she assumed it was a dress, was laid out on the bed.
She frowned at the sheer flow of bronze, walked over to finger the material.
"Did I pack this?"
"No." He didn't bother to glance back, he could see her suspicious scowl
clearly enough in his mind. "You packed several days' worth of shirts and
trousers. Summerset made some adjustments in your conference wardrobe."
"Summerset." The name hissed like a snake between her lips. Roarke's
majordomo was a major pain in her ass. "You let him paw through my clothes? Now
I have to burn them."
Though he'd made considerable adjustments to her wardrobe in the past year,
there were, in his opinion, several items left that deserved burning. "He rarely
paws. We're running a little behind," he added. "The cocktail reception started
ten minutes ago."
"Just an excuse for a bunch of cops to get shit-faced. Don't see why I
have to get dressed up for it."
"Image, darling Eve. You're a featured speaker and one of the event's
VIPs."
"I hate that part. It's bad enough when I have to go to your deals."
"You shouldn't be nervous about your seminar."
"Who said I'm nervous?" She snatched up the dress. "Can you see through
this thing?"
His lips quirked. "Not quite." -=O=-***-=O=-
"Not quite" was accurate, she decided. The getup felt thin as a cloud, and that