Chapter Eight
Our eventual undoing was the result of Roland’s enforced absence a couple of weeks later. He had gone to Germany on business, staying away for two nights. On the first night Belinda and I went out to dinner. We talked intimately about Roland and about Mark. It was clear that she adored Mark to the point of idolatry.
“Is there anything you would not do for him?” I asked.
She thought briefly then shook her head. “No, I don’t believe there is.”
“But you haven’t always been a good girl?” I enquired with a smile.
“Always? Perhaps not,” she said, smiling back. “Have you?”
“Some things are worth the consequences,” I said.
I didn’t mean that I had anything in particular in mind, but I suppose the sight of her lovely face and my awareness of the body beneath her close-fitting l
