Those in Peril (Unlocked) (37 page)

‘We have indeed got a deal.’ He shook his head in admiration, and took her hand.

‘I want to put Paddy O’Quinn in your place to take over Cross Bow. I want you to hand over to him as soon as you can do so in an orderly manner. That’s why I’m forced to leave you behind for the time being.’ She did not mention that she also had to make plans for his reception and welcome to their new home in Houston.

‘Have you considered that this will leave me out of a job and starving to death on your miserly forty-five mill?’ he asked.

‘I have indeed considered that. It just so happens that there is a job going at Bannock Oil for a senior executive vice-president. You might care to consider it. The salary would be in the region of five million plus perks and bonuses per annum.’

‘Would I be working close to the CEO by any chance?’

‘You would be working directly under her during the day, and directly on top of her at night,’ she answered with a salacious slant of those blue eyes.

‘Cayla is right. You are damned kinky.’ He laughed but suddenly looked serious. ‘But I’m not qualified for the job you’re offering me.’

‘You’re a smart boy, and you’ll have me to teach you. You’ll learn quickly.’

‘Again I have to ask what your shareholders will think of my promotion. Won’t they kick up a fuss?’ he insisted.

‘I can vote well over seventy per cent of the company’s paid-up shares in Bannock Oil. People tend to do what I tell them without kicking up a fuss. Do you want the job?’

‘I am certainly not going to be the one who kicks up a fuss. I want the job.’

‘Good! That’s all settled then.’ She took both his hands and looked deeply into his eyes. ‘God made you and me for each other.’

‘Hallelujah! At last I am a believer!’

‘We’re leaving all the horrors behind us. Cayla is going to be fine, and you and I are going to have fun, Hector Cross.’

‘We are damn sure going to do just that, Hazel Bannock.’

T
he chef had arranged for dinner to be served to the two of them on the terrace looking out across the bay. The crescent moon and the stars were magnificent but Hector and Hazel barely glanced up from each other’s eyes to admire them. The wine was excellent but they did no more than taste it. There was so much they had to say to each other that they left most of the delicious grilled desert quails on foie gras on their plates when they went to the bedroom long before midnight. The first time they made love with furious haste. It was wonderful but not as good as those times that followed. At last, locked in each other’s embrace, they sank into a sleep so deep that the terrible piercing screams brought them back only slowly from faraway places. Hector came fully awake a few seconds before Hazel. He sprang to his feet and grabbed the Beretta pistol from the bedside table.

‘It’s Cayla,’ he said as he cycled a live round into the breech of the pistol and started for the door into the passage that divided the two bedrooms. Hazel followed close behind. Not wasting time turning the handle he put his shoulder to the door, ripping the lock out of the frame. He burst into Cayla’s bedroom. Her anguished screams goaded him to even greater haste. With the pistol levelled and ready to engage any target, he made certain the room was clear before he switched on the ceiling light.

Cayla was curled up in the middle of the bed hugging her knees with both arms. But when she lifted her face towards him it was white as the sheets on which she lay. Her eyes were wild with terror. Her mouth was wide open. The screams that poured up from her throat were shrill like high-pressure steam escaping from a ruptured machine boiler. Hector darted to the windows and checked them swiftly to make sure that no intruder had entered that way. Then he threw open the wardrobe doors and looked under the bed. Hazel seized Cayla in her arms, trying to quieten and comfort her. But Cayla was struggling so violently that Hazel could not hold her, and she broke away. Gradually her screams became more coherent.

‘No! No! Please don’t let him hurt me again.’ Hector dropped his pistol on the bedside table and took her by the shoulders. He shook her, and stared into her face.

‘Wake up, Cayla. It’s me, Heck. You are having a nightmare. Wake up!’ Her eyes focused. She shuddered and her screams cut off abruptly.

‘Heck! Oh, thank God. Is it really you?’ Then she looked around her in terror. ‘He’s here. Adam is here.’

‘No, Cayla. You were having a nightmare.’

‘I tell you he
is
here. You must believe me. He was so close I could smell his breath. It was horrible.’ It took both Hazel and Hector to calm her down. Then still holding her tightly Hazel slipped under the bedcovers with her and rocked her like an infant, crooning softly to her. Standing at the foot of the bed, Hector suddenly realized that he was stark naked and he backed away towards the door. Immediately Cayla shot upright and her voice rose again hysterically.

‘You mustn’t go. You are the only one who can protect us. Stay with us, Heck. He will come back if you go. Please don’t leave us alone ever again.’ He snatched up the sheet that Cayla had thrown aside and draped it over his nakedness like a Roman toga. Then he sat on the end of the bed. Cayla subsided slowly and closed her eyes. As soon as he thought she was asleep again he stood up to switch off the lights. Cayla jerked into a sitting position. ‘No! Don’t switch them off. He will come back if you do.’

‘Don’t worry, sweetheart,’ he reassured her. ‘The lights will stay on, and I will not be going anywhere.’ Both Hazel and Cayla fell asleep at last, clinging to each other with their heads on the same pillow. Hector kept vigil over them for the rest of the night. He watched their two lovely faces and listened to their mingled breathing and it gave him a sense of fulfilment such as he had never known before.

In the dawn he walked with them to where the Gulfstream stood with its engines warming and the two pilots already sitting at the controls. He went up the steps with them.

‘I wish you were coming with us, Heck,’ Cayla said.

‘I’ll follow you pretty soon.’

‘How soon?’ she demanded, and Hector glanced at Hazel for the answer. She was ready with the reply.

‘Heck will be with us before the end of next month.’

‘Is that a promise, Mummy?’

‘It’s a promise, baby. Now why don’t you go and talk to the pilots and find out our flying time to Houston,’ she suggested, but Cayla rolled her eyes.

‘It’s not safe to leave you two little devils alone together. You are not to be trusted.’

‘Go!’ said Hazel.

‘Keep your hair on! I’m going.’

Hector stood alone and watched the sleek aircraft taxi to the end of the airstrip then swing around and with the screech of its engines arrow back towards him and rise into the air over his head. Framed in one of the oval windows of the fuselage Cayla was waving a pink handkerchief at him, and in the window behind her Hazel blew a double-handed kiss. Then they were gone.

H
azel phoned him at every opportunity over the next few weeks. Her first call was four days after she left Sidi el Razig.

‘Cayla and I have already seen Doctor Henderson together,’ she told Hector. ‘She is a lovely lady. The very best there is. She got me back on track after Henry died. She has taken Cayla into her sanatorium where she can see her as many times a day as is necessary. While she’s there Cayla will have a full medical checkup and I will make time to spend at least a couple of hours with her every day. What have you been playing at, big boy?’

Each time they spoke to each other the news was better. Cayla was making a strong recovery, but there were things that Hazel would only tell him when they met. They had been apart for almost a month when Hector could stand it no longer. She phoned him that evening.

‘Paddy and I came back from Ash-Alman this morning. We spent a couple of hours with the Emir and Prince Mohammed. They were worried about me leaving Cross Bow, but when they heard I would be going to Bannock Oil they cheered up. Of course, they know Paddy and like him. So we are all squared away in Abu Zara.’

‘What will be your next port of call?’

‘I wanted to discuss that with you. I am planning for Paddy and I to go on to the shipyards in Osaka. What do you think?’

The Sanoyasu shipyard in Osaka was building a new supertanker for Bannock Cargoes Inc. It was an entirely revolutionary design and when launched would be the largest bulk carrier afloat. The whole project was running on a budget of almost a billion dollars. The construction was being carried out behind massive security precautions, for which Cross Bow was responsible.

‘Good thinking, Hector.’

‘I had another rare thought. What if you visited Osaka at the same time? Surely you could sneak away to nip across the Pacific for a few days?’

‘You are the great tempter, Hector Cross.’

‘How about it? I have been separated from you for months.’

‘Weeks,’ she corrected him.

‘To me it seems like months.’ She was silent for a while.

‘Aren’t you missing me?’ he probed.

‘Like I have lost both legs and both arms.’

‘Then come!’

‘I’m sure Cayla will be well looked after in the sanatorium. But I’ll have to check with Doctor Henderson if it will be okay,’ she mused aloud. ‘I will have to let you know tomorrow.’

The following evening when she phoned her voice was singing. ‘Doctor Henderson says it will be fine. Cayla says I should bring a big box full of her love to you in Osaka. I’ll meet you there on Thursday.’

‘Four more days to wait,’ Hector lamented. ‘I don’t know if I will survive.’

They spent five days together in Osaka handing over the reins of Cross Bow’s operation in Japan to Paddy, meeting with the design engineers and senior Sanoyasu executives and inspecting the mountainous hull of the new gas tanker on the slipway. The next day Hazel chartered a helicopter and they left Paddy to get on with it, while they slipped away together to fly up to a Shinto temple at the base of Mount Fujiyama to see the cherry trees in blossom. Wandering through the orchard they came across an ancient tree with a marvellously gnarled trunk. Hazel took Hector’s hand and led him under the spreading branches. She leaned back against the trunk and glanced around quickly to make certain they were unobserved, then facing him she lifted her pleated white skirt above her waist and at the same time slipped the crotch of her lace panties to one side, to reveal her nest of bright golden curls. With two fingers she spread her bush apart and let the roseate lips of her sex pout through.

‘This is what I have, big boy,’ she said huskily. ‘Now show us what you’ve got.’ Then she stared. ‘My God! He gets bigger every time I see him! What are you feeding him on?’

‘At this very moment he is contemplating with the utmost relish his favourite snack.’

Fully dressed and standing up they made love, both of them titillated by the risk of being discovered in the act by one of the temple priests. The cherry tree shook as they rocked against the stem and white petals rained down on them like confetti, sticking in Hazel’s blonde locks. Rapt in the ecstasy of her orgasm she made such a lovely picture that Hector knew he would remember every detail of it to the very last day of his life.

That evening they ate bluefin tuna sashimi and drank hot sake from ancient porcelain bowls in the quaint little guest house that was run by the lay priests in the grounds of the temple. Afterwards they retired to their private quarters where they made love on a silk futon, serenaded by the tinkle of the fountain in the courtyard. In the brief intervals between their bouts of lovemaking they talked. There was so much to tell each other and not enough time in which to say it all. Their most absorbing topic was the progress of Cayla’s recovery.