Carly indicated to leave the motorway at the next exit to join a smaller dual carriageway for a while.

At least the rain was letting up a bit now, we should be back on track for another perfect summer´s day tomorrow, she thought to herself.  Jen stirred on the seat beside her, opened her eyes and yawned.  ‘You want me to take over the driving for a bit?’ she threw at Carly, before stretching her legs and taking a sip of water from a nearby bottle.

‘No, it´s OK’ replied Carly, ‘I am kind of used to it now.  Besides, it helps me to think.  You go back to sleep and when we stop for a break later we can switch then if you like.’  Jen made a noise that sounded like half snort, half grunt, re-positioned her bottom on the seat, pulled her fleece jacket around her shoulders and settled back down to sleep.  No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on where she was going and driving on the wrong side of the road, Carly found it impossible to stop her mind wandering back to the events of the night before, and felt her stomach do somersaults as she remembered some of the things Max had whispered in her ear, the tender way he had caressed her… Carly carried on driving.  Carly carried on thinking.  Carly carried on remembering.

Eventually Jen had opened the door to room 26, and had looked quite pleased to see Carly, which at the time had surprised her.

Zack was asleep on the bed in the room next door, Jen had explained, and Jen had just been starting to wonder about how she was going to get back to the hotel when Carly rapped at the door.  Carly lost no time in taking her to task about disappearing.                                                                                                                                                                                        ‘Where the hell did you think you were disappearing off to?  And thanks very much for asking him to babysit me, just how old do you think I am, Jen?    I can look after myself you know!’ she tried to shout but it came out as a hiss as she didn’t want to wake Zack.

‘Look it wasn´t like that.  Zack suggested going to his room for a drink and when I said I didn´t want to leave you on your own he kind of suggested that Max could keep an eye on you and I…I  … kinda agreed.  Where is the gorgeous beefcake, anyway?’

‘Don´t change the subject’, snapped Carly as Jen had hit a raw nerve, ‘the very least you could have done was told me you were leaving.  I nearly ended up going home with Sergio, who, apparently, is a right snake’.   Jen´s eyes widened with disbelief at this.

‘I would have told you but we both know what would have happened.  You would have started to lecture me about the risks of casual sex, which f.y.i.  I haven´t indulged in any kind of intercourse tonight, by the way, just for the record, and then we would have had an argument, I would have gone with Zack anyway the only difference being that you would have been in a mood at me and probably stormed out of the club without thinking logically about how to get back.’  Carly realised that Jen had a point.

‘But why didn´t you answer the phone?  We have been calling the room all night so that I wouldn´t have to go back to the hotel alone.’  At this, Jen hooted with laughter.

‘He was right, after all!  Zack told me that Max would probably try to call him so he switched off the ringer on the phone!  How did you know which room it was – presumably Max told you?’

  ‘Err…not exactly.  I’ll explain later.  What is worrying me now is how are we going to get back to the hotel, any ideas?  You do realise I haven’t any money left?’  Prompted Carly, desperate to leave the building before Max reappeared and persuaded her to stay.

‘No worries.  Zack lent me this.’  Jen held up a wad of notes which surely would be enough to get them a taxi.   Carly heaved a huge sigh of relief.  They had left the room and instead of taking the lift, curiously Carly had insisted on taking the fire escape stairs instead which led down to the far side of the hotel, which exited on to a smaller side street.  As luck would have it, a taxi was just dropping off at the hotel so they managed to jump in that to go straight back to their own hotel, and, finally in the early hours of the morning, blissfully, to bed.

Max stared up at the ceiling of his hotel bedroom and wondered for the hundredth time, why, why, why had she left like that.  Without even leaving a note or anything.  She had promised him she would stay.  He hadn´t been that long with the courier.  Granted, he had had to check the main points of the contract carefully which, after a few Pernods  and at that time of the night, was not easy.  But he had done it as fast as he could, signed all the contracts in triplicate and the courier had been on his away again after fifteen minutes, tops, as he had raced up the stairs back to the room, desperate to see her again, needing to see her again.

He rolled onto his side, let out a weary sigh and stared at his travel alarm clock illuminating the darkness:  6:22 a.m. and as far as he knew he hadn´t caught a wink of sleep yet.  He couldn’t believe that only three or four hours earlier Carly had been lying on this bed with him, igniting passions and heat within him like no woman ever had before.  He looked hopefully at the tousled sheets next to him, as if just by wishing her there she would appear, by magic.  Used to being in control, paradoxically he felt completely at a loss as to what to do next.  He was an experienced man, he had had many lovers in his life, but never before had he known a passion like this to be ignited within his soul, to consume him so totally and so absolutely from the start.  With previous lovers, granted, there may have been an initial spark which later grew ultimately into attraction, but when the attraction gradually grew less and less, as it inevitably did, he was infamous for never looking back.  He was a great believer in walking away from a relationship when it wasn’t right, when he lost interest, as he always knew he would, sooner or later.  But not this one, not her.   There was something so very different about her right from the word go, some mysterious, magical quality which had held him spellbound, still held him spellbound, as a matter of fact.  His senses were on fire with the memory of her; her golden mane of silken hair, the softness of her skin, the creaminess of her complexion, the warmth of her lips, her mouth…the way her body had moved under his all the time crying out for more…he didn´t understand it, any of it, he had been certain that she had felt the same way as him, maybe more, but if that was so then why did she leave?…and worst of all leave without trace, no note, no phone number, no business card.  And did she get back to her hotel safely, if at all? There was no way he could check, as the subject of where she was staying never came up. The wad of notes in his wallet remained untouched, and he knew that she had no money of her own…he had lain awake most of the night tormented by these insistent thoughts…and the worst thing was he would probably never know the answer to these questions as he felt in the sickening pit of his stomach that he would never, ever see her again.

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