CHAPTER 30
Mark met Natalie at a flat belonging, she said, to a close friend of hers. Somehow, he couldn't quite believe her. It was beautifully furnished but didn't make the impression of having been lived in regularly.
Nathalie looked as stunning as a late summer's day. Mark suspected she'd spent some of the time she'd been away on a visit to a beauty clinic. Also, her needs had taken on a fresh intensity as if she were playing out a string of stored-up fantasies.
When the first stormy passions had been quenched, she opened a bottle of champagne. After a quick sip, she handed him a slim, gift-wrapped packet: it contained a wafer-thin, twenty-four-carat gold Rolex.
She wouldn't let him thank her. Just his presence was thanks enough, it seemed.
But he had other things on his mind now
