"He's not my type," I said shortly. "He's obviously yours."
"I didn't think we should ever be friends again," Rex said. "I'm so glad we are."
I didn't ask for any details. Of course, before long I caught them kissing in our hotel room, but I didn't mind about that. Rex still wanted his fun with me at night. But all the same I thought he was less enthusiastic. My chief worry was that my job, my usefulness, was gone, and I suspected that Rex secretly wished I were not going with him, after all. I was sure he was out of love with me, if he had really been in it, and that his flame for Mark had revived, and put mine out. I was a nice young thing to play with, but little more. Did I want to go as his second-best concubine? I asked myself.
by the time we left London I was very miserable, feel
