The Adventurer's Game

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Their eyes met across the room.

            She is gorgeous, with long dark hair, not curly, yet not straight. Her beautiful body is accentuated by the chic black dress she wears.

The smile around his lips is rapacious.

He wants her. And he is used to getting what he wants …

            She notices his smile, having a hard time to concentrate on the conversation of the other woman around her.  He stands alone, against wall, a forgotten drink in his hand.  He is an adventurer. It is written on his face, body and hands. Dark hair, cut military style.  And a daring, tempting, dangerous smile.

His eyes are still locked with hers.

            She inadvertently wet her lips with her tongue, swallows and turns her back to him, when the woman next to her says.  “I think he likes you.”

            She smiles at the friendly woman with the soft brown eyes.  “You know him?”

            The motherly creature laughs softly.  “Nobody knows him! Oh everybody has spoken to him, since he arrived in town a fortnight ago. Though I have heard he is extremely rich and a devil if it suits him.”

            The beautiful creature laughs at this description of the adventurer.  “Who said that?”

            The other woman smiles disarmingly.  “When someone like him moves to a smallish town like this, there is bound to be curiosity and talk …Especially when he arrives alone in a battered Land Rover …”

            The sexy woman throws back her hair and puts down her drink.  “Alone …”

“Nobody has seen him with a wife, though it is said that he is married…”

“Will you please excuse me?”  She has a hard time keeping the merry laugh to herself.

            Appreciative male eyes follow her progress across the room.  One bookish man prods his friend in the ribs.  “Who is she?”

            His friend’s eyes are also following her.  “New in town, been here a few months.  My wife says she must be fabulously rich if you go by what she wears, what she drives and her wedding ring!”

            “She’s married?  Where is her husband?”

            “I do not know.”

The adventurer’s eyes follow her across the room and he puts his drink on the nearest table, when he notices her leaving the room.

            She waits for him,in front of the building.  Without a word he escorts her to his Land Rover and opens the passenger door for her.

            She slides into the seat, without effort – and a word.  She does not ask where he takes her. He is used to be in control, and she allows him to control. 

            He turns off the main road, onto a gravel thoroughfare with dense bushes on either side. 

            They stop in front of a small log building, which is securely nestled in its small clearing in the impenetrable forest.  Behind her she can hear the waves crashing on the murderous rocks down below.  

            A fire lights the unpretentious interior. When he closes the door, the light of the flames  fleetingly bounces of his wedding band …

She walks across the gleaming wooden floor, and stops in front of the fire.  It is a small room. The only furniture is a single wingback chair with a blanket  draped over it. 

            When she turns around he still stands by the door, watching her intently.  His arms are folded over his chest. An arrogant smile adorns his lips.

            “Are you going to take of your clothes, or shall I do it for you?” 

            She gives a low throaty laugh.  “You are sure of yourself.” 

            “I can think of no other reason why you are here.”  He comes closer.  She does not move. Her eyes, though, follow every move he makes.

            He lifts a hand and gently slips it around her neck.  She closes her eyes and kicks off her black heels.

            She is much shorter than him, without the heels. His strong arms encircle her lithe body en pulls her close before his mouth devours hers.

When he lifts his head, a lascivious smile lifts the corners of his mouth.  “Ready to undress now?”

She turns her back to him.  “Would you be so kind as to unzip my dress?”  She

lifts her hair and bends her neck forward.

He plants a light kiss in the nape of her neck before he slowly unzips the

expensive dress and pushes it of her shoulders. She wiggles ever so slightly to help it slide to the floor in a soft, illicit whisper.

“Turn around.”

His eyes devour he before his dark head bends and his warm lips closes

possessively over her mouth.

She unbuttons his shirt and traces his muscles with her soft fingers.  She feels his hands tighten on her shoulders and smiles secretly.  We’ll see who is in control now, mister arrogant …

            She gives herself over to his caresses, leading him on until their bodies entwine in the age old rhythmic dance of love. She looks up at him, her voice broken and soft.  “You took my breath away when I saw you …”

            “Did you see how all the men looked at you?”  Is he jealous, or is it just her imagination?

            “But it is you who are having me …”

            “And I will have you more than once this evening.” 

            “I must get back …”

            He places a large hand on her stomach.  “Not until I say you may leave …”

            “They said that you are a devil …” Her eyes sparkles merrily.

            He throws back his head and laughs heartily.  “They do not know me.  What else did those ladies tell you?”

            She pushes herself up on her elbows, her luscious hair falling partly over one shoulder.  “That you are extremely rich, arrived a fortnight ago. Alone.”  Her eyes travel involuntarily to the wedding band, on the finger of the hand caressing her.

            He does not laugh this time.  “And you want payment?”

            It is her turn to laugh.  “I am a respectable married lady.  No, I would never want payment for … this privilege.”  Mischievous lights dance in her eyes.  “But now, I must go.”  She stands up and turns her back to him, while she pulls the discarded dress over her head.  “You may keep the underwear as a reminder.  And you may have me again, some other time.”

            She pulls the dress over her head and picks up her shoes.  “Are you going to take me back to my car or shall I just take yours …”

            He gets up and pulls his pants on.  “I will take you back to your car.”

            She smiles and let her hand slide down his naked torso.  “Do not sulk.  You shall have me again, as many times as you want.”

            When she gets out of his vehicle, she turns around one last time.  “By the way, my husband is also a devil and extremely rich … Goodbye.”

Everything is dark and quiet at home.  The nanny is half asleep in the family room. 

“Is the baby asleep?”

            “Yes ma’am. “

            “Thank you, you may go.”

            After she looked in on the baby she prepares a hot bath for herself.  She lies back, a satisfied smile on her lips, her eyes closed.

            “Care if I join you?”

            Her husband stands in the bathroom door. She smiles.  “I was waiting for you.”

            He walks slowly across the floor, his voice dark and menacing.  “I know what you did tonight …”

She closes her eyes, her heart thundering against her ribs.  “Care to explain?”

He laughs softly.  “You went to a party alone ... and I said I was going to have you again this evening …”

            She pulls him towards her and kisses him full on the lips.  “And you may … As many times as you want, before the baby wakes up.”  

            He laughs and pulls her close to him. "I just love your games ..."