The dark was trying hard to maintain its dominance but the sun was unstoppable a little like Georgina, Roger thought. He was lying beside her his head on his hand.
When they first met he thought her handsome, it was a term men used to describe women who were not too ugly. Her features lacked the perfect symmetry expected of those who were defined as beautiful, but she was way beyond beauty. The closest Roger could get was alluring, then added seductive, enchanting, charismatic, his chuckle woke her up, he would never run out of adjectives to describe her.
"Enjoying the view?"
Her smile, so open and without guile, animated her features. Roger realized the inadequacy of adjectives, Georgina he decided was a verb.
"Oh Yes... a dictionary full of only the positive words would fail to describe you, in any combination."
He gave up looking and kissed her. Half an hour later when they had dealt with the consequences of their kiss Georgina snuggled and told Roger the story about the Baroness of Carlton.
When she had finished, Roger agreed not to use his veto, he was happy to help.
"You may have to fuck her."
Roger stuttered and spluttered much to Georgina's amusement, her gay tinkling laughter was the spur to him finding his tongue but Georgina beat him.
"I know she's old, but she is nice and still attractive."
"Well preserved."
"Roger, don't be disparaging. I think she was right, her psychologist is a charlatan. So I have a plan B, that involves your more direct physical involvement."
"Why are you swearing now?"
"The British are so afraid of sex the language only offers, make love, fornicate or fuck. How would you describe what I want you to do?"
He ignored her well made point.
"Despite your licentious friends, you are the only one since we were wed. Are you sure a sixty year old should be the first?"
Georgina smiled, he was defeated, "Is what we did with Reggie in the dark room, or last night with Brielle any less intimate than fucking?"
"NO, it was more intimate."
"Good, I'm glad that's decided. Are you breakfasting with me or Eight?"
"Even with all my love and regard for my brother, there is no contest. I'll call him, if he has news we'll do morning tea."
"Do they do cakes for morning tea?"
"Yep."
"Can I come?"
"If you insist."
Roger dove beneath the covers, "First the breakfast of champions," he mumbled before Georgina's pleasure turned her ears off.
—<~>—
Eight had nothing more to add to yesterday's conversation, he was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to watch Georgina devour his share of cakes. Roger promised to ask her to their next meeting.
He left the Drawing room looking for Georgina and ran straight into Lola. His impact was well cushioned.
"They are not bumpers," Lola said, as she caressed her breasts. "I hear I have been missing out."
"Well my love, you seem to be out gallivanting, its the home mouse that gets the cheese."
"I have no doubt you are looking for Georgina, she said to tell you she is dropping in to her flat to get some stuff."
"Thanks," he said to Lola's back.
He decided to walk the block, Brielle had cemented the threat to Georgina, he shuddered every time he imagined her hurt, or worse. He figured he should check the lay of the land.
He walked the small block, Little Sanctuary to Broad Sanctuary, then Little George Street, then past his home. He decided to also do the large block. Broad Sanctuary, Parliament Square, Great George Street, Storey's Gate, then through the back of the Institute of Civil Engineers to Little Sanctuary. Although he looked as if he was out on a constitutional he noticed some incongruities, so he decided to do the same walk but this time in the other direction. He confirmed there were three people who were possibly surveilling his home. This time he paid particular attention.
Arriving home he went straight to the Drawing room and called his brother again.
"How many people do you have surveilling this property?" he asked, wasting no time on niceties.
"Well done Rags, reconnaissance-"
Roger interrupted him, "Don't be patronizing, answer the question!"
"I set one up last week and added another yesterday."
"Why are there three then?"
Octavian's bantering tone disappeared, "I'll check it out Rags, thanks. Where?"
"Back of the Institute of Civil Engineers, a window on the first floor of the Supreme Court and at the back of the War Office annex at the bend in Little Sanctuary."
"Supreme Court and War Office are probably mine but I'll check. Oh, Jimmy my CIA chum, left a message to call but when I called back he was unavailable. I'll get back to you with news on either front."
Roger spun as the door opened, his smile smoothed his worry lines, it was Georgina.
"Was it your back I saw in Storey's Gate?"
"Yes, just a wander."
"Tell your face that, what did you see?"
Roger's smile was obviously not big enough.
"Three people doing surveillance, Eight only has two, he's checking it out."
Georgina gave him a scorching kiss, "Thanks for looking after me," she said.
That experience really did eradicate his worry lines.
"Where did you go?"
"Back to the flat, I needed some stuff for Judith."
"Morning Tea, Georgina, Roger," Claire said. There were no visitors, so no formality.
Georgina looked at the plate, "Claire, please thank your sister for me, tell her my concerns about finishing this war as thin a a carrot are truly allayed."
There was no conversation, cakes seemed to be the only thing that could come between them. Georgina looked up and smiled.
"Come here."
He did. She dipped her finger into a slice of sponge cake and smeared Roger's mouth with jam and cream. She then devoured him, her tongue busier than he could ever remember, this was useful knowledge he thought.
"Mmmm, nice but you are sweet enough without it."
