Sexile by Lisa Lawrence

Author:Lisa Lawrence [Lawrence, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-440-33835-2
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2009-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

8

After a couple of minutes, we were safe and dry, away from the Silky Pictures building, but he still held my hand. I let him.

“Now that we've survived, mind if I ask your name?’

“Jeez, you were already copping a feel and having a taste!’ I laughed. “I wondered if you'd bother!’

“Oh, come on, that's not fair. You've got the wrong impression of me—and you weren't so meek and shy in there either. So what is it? Your name.’

I began to stammer, then thought to hell with it. “Teresa.’ I didn't want to give him the cover name. I was using that one at the hotel, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know him past this evening. “And you are…?’

“Thirsty. Why don't we get a drink at the Scenarium?’

“You move right along, don't you?’

“Look,’ he said, sounding sincere. “I want to celebrate my little victory, and I can at least buy you a drink for not achieving yours. And I owe you, don't I? The guard could have walked in on me alone. I don't think I'd convince him just sitting there and playing with myself.’

“You're right, you do owe me.’

“Graham. It's Graham.’

“Okay. You owe me, Graham.’

“From the south, eh?’ he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Very good. Grew up in Oxford. London these days. What about you?’

“I hardly know what London looks like anymore. I only go back once in a while. Can't say I miss it too much. Business keeps me here, and it's so beautiful. I have a boat, and I take tourists out for a sail, a bit of diving. I do all right for myself.’

“I can see,’ I teased him.

I was poking fun at his car, which turned out to be a pale blue Volkswagen Beetle convertible. Not the new yuppie model but the old-fashioned classic, with one door covered in livid red rust. It even had the antique dashboard, which he told me was the kind they used for the models manufactured in Mexico. He had arranged for it to be driven all the way down from Mexico City.

“It's indestructible, this car!’ he boasted. “It's perfect. I buy a Beamer or some flash thing, it'll be gone in a day. Paid next to nothing for this wreck. Nobody ever wants to steal it.’ Graham stood six foot two, so he was not your usual candidate for a vintage Bug. Funny to see him with his knees close to his elbows.

“The people's car!’ He made a point of going down an alley and sideswiping a row of rubbish cans and then a phone pole on the driver's side. As I yelped, he laughed. “See? Indestructible! And if we do smash a wing, who cares?’

“Can we not smash one tonight?’

“I found our escape a little too anticlimactic, so I thought I'd give you your money's worth.’

“Let's get that drink, and we'll be fine,’ I urged him.

I thought I heard him faintly humming “The Self Preservation Society’ just to wind me up.

“If you want to do that,’ I said, “you need a Mini.

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