It’s great to be visiting Erotica For All and knowing I won’t alarm you by saying I want to talk about sex. No, I’m not a therapist, nor would I dream of revealing my bedroom secrets. I want to explore the ability of some people to put scruples to one side and prostitute themselves in order to gain the trust of high-flying gangsters and prominent politicians.
Could you do it? Katie Knight can. As does Trask, her oppo in the elite secret service I write about in my new novella, also does it. We all know about pillow talk. It’s not just a song from a cute movie starring Doris Day and Rock Hudson. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WrEyVOPR8M
Pillow talk, which can mean verbal foreplay or post-coital chat – if he hasn’t gone to sleep – plays a big part in stories of espionage. Indiscreet people have toppled governments and allowed countries at war to discover their rivals’ secret plans.
This is the kind of stuff Knight and Trask are after when they make eyes at someone. We see Katie change her appearance to dazzle the man she needs to attract. Sometimes she plays the airhead. Or dusts off her tennis racquet and gets hot and sweaty as a means of getting inside a cabinet member’s briefcase.
So when Knight and Trask realise they’re not just in lust but are falling in love – the first time for either of them – there’s some mental adjustment to do. For him more than for her. Trask is well aware of how Katie has to lie back and think of England because, in his turn, he uses seduction as a very important tool in his box of tricks.
I hope you’ll enjoy hanging out with my two sexy spies.
‘It must be handy having Harrods as your corner shop.’ Katie slid gracefully from the back of the limo.
‘Absolutely,’ said the Honourable Henry, steadying her.
‘Let’s hope our boy falls for the honey trap.’
‘Piece of cake,’ said Henry.
Katie had worked with him before. ‘If Sol sniffs around …’
‘I’ll go powder my nose.’
They moved along the red carpet.
‘And if he homes in while you’re gone?’ Katie asked.
‘I’ll watch you from afar. Remember, I used to be your brother’s fag at Eton.’
‘You’re the perfect escort, darling. Handsome. Fabulous dancer.’
‘Queer as a clockwork orange.’
‘You do old school British upper class so well.’
‘Are you saying I’m camp, darling?’
Once inside the embassy, Katie glanced around. Not nervously, nor with any hint of awe at such opulent surroundings but with a tiny yet confident smile. She knew, in his turn, Henry quietly noted the position of doors, light switches and corners not to back oneself into.
They accepted cocktails from a waiter.
‘Can you see our boy?’
‘I don’t think he’s arrived yet,’ she said.
‘Shall we circulate?’
Katie hid a smile. Her colleague truly had been educated at Eton. He knew several guests at this reception and could steer her clear of anyone who’d attended Cheltenham Ladies College and who might query Lady Portia’s credibility.
‘Bingo,’ said Henry, tactfully drawing her away from an elderly lady who thought she’d once danced with Portia’s father, Lord Sebastian Derwent, at a hunt ball in Shropshire. ‘Sol is in the building. He’s at the foot of the staircase. Not facing us. Turn around slowly.’
Katie nodded and took a sip of orange juice and bubbly. She turned as if looking for someone amongst the guests and there stood Javier Sol, exactly like his photograph. His iron grey, beautifully cut hair, expensive suntan and bespoke suit fitted his image. Sol was deep in conversation with a man who could easily have played the ambassador in a James Bond movie. Katie returned her attention to her escort.
‘That’s Mr Ambassador with him,’ said Henry. ‘Follow me over to the fireplace and I’ll introduce you to Jojo Fitzwilliam. She’s in with one or two minor royals and she’s also standing in exactly the right place.’ He minced away, leaving her to follow.
Knight smiled to herself. Sometimes he played camp a little too convincingly.
Katie always enjoyed being paired with Henry who was as randy as a rabbit overdosed on radishes but a consummate actor with great insight. She knew his ploy would bring her into Javier Sol’s range of vision so blagged her way through the conversation until Henry’s friend flitted off elsewhere.
The Valerian Ambassador placed a hand on Javier Sol’s shoulder and moved away to meet and greet fresh guests. Javier grabbed a cocktail and cast his eye around the gathering. Katie looked at Henry and asked if he was enjoying himself.
Set in the 1990s, this is a swift-moving sexy story of two spies who dare to break the rules and risk disgrace, all for the sake of love.
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Toni Sands lives in Wales and writes as much as she can when she’s not watching tennis, walking by the river or cooking. She writes erotic romance for Xcite Books.
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