"Kate Wilhelm - Day Of The Sharks" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilhelm Kate)and caterers. The sliding doors to the terrace have been open all evening.
Gary wanders back outside where he sits down at a wrought-iron table. His head is buzzing, not unpleasantly, and there is a lightness in his legs and arms, also not unpleasant. He watches a sinuous woman work her way through a cluster of people to approach his table with evident purpose. "I'm Audrey Scanlon," she says, and sits down after pulling a tiny chair very close to his. "You're Gary, aren't you?" He nods. "Perhaps you'd like to help us launch our boat Sunday," she says. She does not touch him, but he has the feeling that she is all over him. "No way," Shar says coolly, suddenly at Gary's side. "He's ours until Monday morning; aren't you, Gary, darling?" Audrey stands up. "Maybe we'll see you in Grand Bahama," she whispers and now she does touch him. Her hand lingers a moment on his arm, and when she moves away, she doesn't lift it, but lets her fingers trail over his skin very lightly. "Bitch," Shar says, when she is gone. "No doubt, they just happen to have this little company that they would love Shar pats his arm. Someone calls her and she leaves him. Soon Veronica returns from the dock; her eyes are shining. "I've been propositioned, I think." "Scanlon?" She nods. She looks very happy. "His wife just did the same with me. They must be fresh in from the swamps." "Don't make it sound like that," Veronica cries. "Maybe he just found me attractive! Wouldn't it occur to you that someone else might still find me attractive?" "He wants me to list his company," Gary says. "And he has as much finesse about it as a hippo humping a hippo." "I wouldn't have done it." Her face twitches and settles into the newly familiar rigid lines. "I wouldn't have done anything," she says woodenly. "Why couldn't you let me have my little fantasy?" "You should go to bed. You're so tired, you're ready to keel over." She walks away unsteadily. |
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