Chapter Seventeen
Andy ignored a knock on his bedroom door and puffed on a cigar gripped between his pearly teeth as his fingers flew across the keys on his laptop.
Housekeeping could wait. He had no need of a maid to clean his room.
Not unless she was nubile, sexy and willing, with a spare hour to indulge in the fantasies he was creating for Hugo on the screen.
For Hugo was like putty in his hands.
Earlier in the day, they’d managed another session on Andy’s laptop and tonight he’d set it up for Hugo to use in his room, while Sir Henry went out on the dinner trip. Hugo was competent with the website now and eager to participate more.
Andy sat back and blew smoke to spiral through the open window as he thought about plans that would soon reach a conclusion.
Hugo would be ripe for the picking with two or three more sessions.
The trap was set and the old boy would fall straight in.
As for Kate, her finances would peel open as easily as her lovely long legs.
He only needed an hour or so on her computer and he’d crack the passwords to her accounts.
But finding the opportunity to delve into Kate’s private affairs was proving more difficult than Andy had expected.
She carried her damn laptop around all the time, using every opportunity to pen her ridiculous novel.
He could sneak into her room when she went on a walk and hope that it was there, but there was no certainty that she’d be gone long enough.
Nor could he time her return.
What he really needed was to arrange accommodation for both of them. It made sense to be sharing now that they were sleeping together, not sneaking about the corridors at all hours.
But so far, Kate had avoided the subject of room sharing and to complicate matters further, she was a light sleeper and he’d have to find an opportunity to slip a couple of sleeping tablets into her nightcap.
If she was comatose it would clear the way for a nocturnal trip into her bank accounts.
He needed to crank up the chase and go all out to win Kate’s total affection.
A few clues to her financial status would ease his forensic search when the time came to hack her computer and with enough alcohol, pillow talk might glean this.
Andy could almost taste the rich pickings and the Caribbean was calling. Fantasy was soon to become reality and with Kate and Hugo’s dosh nestling safely offshore, Andy could sit back and take life easy.
Until the money ran out and his next victims came along.
A knock on the door disturbed him. The handle turned and Andy spun around.
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were out.’ A middle-aged woman appeared.
Andy looked at the weathered face and long white overall.
Housekeeping didn’t live up to his fantasy.
He waved his hand in dismissal then threw his cigar out of the window.
The cleaner could wait. He had a website that needed final touches and an old man to entice.
If he was finished by lunchtime, he would seek Kate out and over a glass of chilled wine blind her with charm then send her back to her writing with a head full of promises and a heart full of hope.
And soon, stored neatly in his memory, a list of her accounts!
Andy decided to select a suitable outfit for the day and dressed carefully in a smart cotton shirt and navy trousers, then rummaged around in a drawer until he found a pair of diamond cufflinks, a gift from a previous lover. The gems were dazzling.
He looked in the mirror and struck a pose.
With both hands cupped around the cufflinks, Andy made the shape of a gun with his fingers and pointed it in the air. The reflection reminded him of James Bond and the gems felt good.
Diamonds Are Forever!
With a knowing smile, he clicked the gun.