Page 85 of For Love or Money
‘I don’t know. But he’s pretty irresistible, you have to admit. Especially when he goes full Darcy like that.’
‘Hmm,’ Al said. He didn’t sound too happy about it.
‘What? That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? If he can entice her away from Peter, all your troubles are over.’
Nevertheless, Lesley couldn’t help feeling bad for Stella. She was starting to like her, and even if she was just marrying Peter for his money, it didn’t necessarily mean she had evil intentions. They knew nothing about her background. Maybe she’d grown up in poverty, and just wanted a comfortable life. And who could blame her if she was tempted by all this, she thought, looking around at the rows of golden, pampered bodies stretched out in the sun, while liveried waiters catered to their every whim. It was pretty damn seductive.
As she worked down towards the top of Al’s shorts, she felt suddenly aware of how almost naked he was, and once it occurred to her, all she could think about was the fact that it would only take pulling those swim shorts down and he’d be completely naked. If he turned around she’d see his dick. She could touch it. She wondered what he looked like; what he’d be like in bed. He was good at everything – he’d probably be brilliant. As she stroked her hands slowly over his broad shoulders, she wondered was this making him hard, even a little bit.
Gah! Get a grip, Lesley. What the hell was wrong with her? She had no interest in seeing Al’s dick. It was too long since she’d had a shag, that was all, and all this sun and sea air was making her horny.
‘There, done!’ she said, giving his back a firm, businesslike slap. She replaced the stopper on the bottle and went back to her own lounger, lay down and picked up her book.
Later,back at the villa, when she was sure Al was otherwise occupied, she went to their room and called Romy.
‘I’ve been having … thoughts,’ she told her, after they’d chatted for a bit.
‘Thoughts?’
‘About Al. And his penis.’
‘Impure thoughts?’
‘I don’t think so. Just the fact that he has one, really.’
‘But you always knew that, right?’
‘Well, yes – in the back of my mind, I suppose. But it’s sort of … come to my attention and now I can’t stop thinking about it.’
‘Come to your attention how? Did he flash you?’
‘No! Nothing like that. But we were at the beach today, so I saw him in his togs, and I suddenly started thinking what it would be like to see him without his togs.’
‘Are these thoughts troubling you, my child?’
‘Well, it’s a bit disturbing. I mean, I don’t fancy Al, so it’s not as if I want to get with him. But it’s like – you know when you have a sexy dream about someone who you’ve never thought about like that before, and suddenly you start seeing them in a whole other way?’
‘Yeah. It doesn’t always work that way, though. I mean, I once had a sex dream about Mr Bean.’
‘Ew!’
‘I know. He still doesn’t do it for me. So do youwantto see Al without his togs? Because you probably only have to ask.’
‘No, I don’t. I’m just horny, I guess.’
‘Well, why not take it out on Al? I’m sure he’d be happy to oblige. And you could do worse. Youhavedone worse.’
‘I don’t know. I’m here to do a job. It’s better to keep it professional. Besides, I don’t think he’s into me in that way.’
‘He asked you out, didn’t he, the first time you met?’
‘Yeah, but ... he hasn’t made any move on me since. I guess he wasn’t that bothered.’
‘Back to DIY, then?’
Lesley sighed. ‘I don’t even have my own room here because everyonethinksI’m shagging Al. So DIY is tricky.’
‘Well ... I don’t know what to suggest then. There’s always the shower?’
