Laura placed a hot hand on his chest, and her eyes smouldered as she gently pushed him away, turned and headed for the bedroom.
Nick watched her leave and suddenly wished he had a stiff scotch to bolster his libido. Even in this state of arousal he couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at his insides. He paused and looked toward the cocktail cabinet, but thought better of it and followed Laura to her room.
She had removed her outer clothing and clad only in a pair of panties lay quietly on the king-size bed. The flash of slinky white satin gleamed in stark contrast against her golden olive skin and Nick caught his breath. He stood silently at the foot of the bed and without taking his eyes off her, unbuttoned his shirt. Walking to the side of the bed he let it fall to the floor while at the same time the sound of his zipper opening sliced the quiet room. His trousers slipped to the floor as he slid onto the bed beside her. She reached out and pulled him against her full bosom, and as his mouth went down on hers she moaned, and he felt the heat of her skin tingle against his own.
With surprising gentleness he kissed her repeatedly his lips lingering sensuously over hers. He felt the heat rising and his erection pressing hard against her body as he fondled her aroused nipples. He kissed her again and shuddered as her tongue probed his lips and he returned her ardour with a savage hunger. She writhed beneath him thrusting her trembling body against his. He raised himself up and moved lower kissing her body, leaving a trail of scorching rapture on her glistening skin. He felt himself drowning, and as the tension mounted he closed his eyes to restrain the fierce throbbing in his loins. Laura clutched at him forcing her body upward, arching repeatedly until she cried out in release. Nick’s muscles tensed as his blood soared and he growled, exploding with his own shuddering climax.
They remained in each others arms a long time reluctant to break the bond, until the air-conditioning chilled their bare skin.
‘Music,’ she commanded and the soft sound of a Chopin piano concerto wafted into the room.
Smiling for the first time in weeks, he stroked back the damp strands of hair from her face. ‘I’ve missed you.’
Breaking away she raised herself onto one elbow. ‘I missed you too. Where have you been? I expected you last night.’
‘I stayed at a hotel. I was a mess and I didn’t want to load my bad mood onto you. I’ve got something to tell you but I want you to promise not to tell anybody until I give you the go ahead.’
‘What is it?’ She sighed. ‘You look so worried.’
‘Our world is about to go up in smoke, or I should say water.’
Laura’s black eyes flickered for an instant then she smiled. ‘What! You say the weirdest things Nick. I, um,wanted to talk to you about us’
‘Us?’ Nick paused. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I know I haven’t been paying you enough attention lately. I’ve had a lot on my mind.’
‘Thats just it. You’ve always got so much on your mind and I know it’s not always me. Remember when you asked me to marry you? I wasn’t ready to settle down then.’
‘Yeah, moonlight, wine and waves lapping on the sand.’ He paused remembering that night when they’d had too much champagne.
‘Well, ah, I’m still not ready to settle down and I don’t think it’s fair to lead you on. It wouldn’t work for us Nick. Our interests are too wide apart.’
He was not hearing her. ‘Would you come to Australia with me?’
Laura sat up and stared at him. ‘What? Good grief, Nick. Didn’t you hear what I just said?’
Nick left the bed and began dressing. ‘Yeah, you’re giving me the brushoff. I wouldn’t call that a positive response to my lovemaking.’
‘Oh, no. You’re the best, but I want a man around more than a week here and there. I want to have kids and a Dad who’ll help me raise them. Someone who’ll take his son fishing or football training, or his daughter to ballet class.’
‘Yeah, that’s not me eh?’
‘No. Don’t get me wrong. I love having you around, it’s just not often enough.’
He stared at her not half listening, that crowd had barged in again.
She changed the subject. ‘Why did you ask me to go to Australia with you?’
‘You know I’ve been in Hawaii checking a new fault line in the ocean.’ Laura nodded her head. ‘Well, it’s not just confined to there. I tracked it almost to the North Pole. There’s going to be major earthquakes in the Pacific!’
‘Why would earthquakes in the Pacific send you back to Australia? That’s a long way from here. Don’t you think we’d be safe here?’
‘These will be more than the usual quakes. This new fault line’s right down the middle of the Pacific and we um, found a huge nuclear waste dump in the Bering Strait right smack-bang in the path of the fault. It’ll cause an atomic explosion so big it’ll rock the world and the flooding we have now will be nothing compared to what’s coming.’
She thought he was joking but the look on his face, and the strange way he had been behaving suggested he was telling the truth. It sounded incredible! She was stunned and before she could ask more questions the sat-phone buzzed beside her.
‘Yes, just a moment. It’s for you.’ Laura passed him the phone and left to get some coffee. She could hear him in the distance and her hands shook as she prepared the drinks. She wasn’t sure what to think, how do you react when someone tells you the world is about to be turned upside down?
‘I’ve gotta go!’ Nick yelled from the bedroom as he dressed hurriedly. ‘Josh’s arranged a meeting with the President tonight! Please keep a lid on this. It’s important! I’ll call you when the meeting’s over.’
The door slammed as he left before Laura could answer. Well, she would wait. Just for today, but she had a gut feeling she wasn’t going react the way Nick had hoped.
Chapter Ten
Sunday, May 28
Josh was waiting outside the President’s room with four men whom he introduced as the Secretary for the Navy John Holmes, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and General James Worth, Secretary of State Bob Anderson and Admiral Richard Deakin.
They had no idea why they had been summoned at short notice, it was not out of the ordinary for the President to call them at odd hours, so they relaxed as they chatted informally with each other.
When Josh introduced Nick they were polite but a little disinterested. Most dressed in green jacksuits. Nick on the other hand chose to wear what he classed as business clothes: boating shoes no socks, his favourite beige moleskin trousers and a denim collared shirt. While their hair was closely cut, Nick’s was tied back in the usual pony tail. He shuffled his feet and could hardly think straight, but resisted the temptation to stroke his moustache or gnaw at his already mangled fingernails. He wished this ordeal was over and he could go back two months to when he’d first embarked on this crazy mission. Then he realised nothing would change what was about to happen, so he straightened his shoulders and waited.
The big oak-panelled interior door to the President’s office swung open and they were met by a stocky thickset man who looked like he belonged on the wharf front instead of the President’s office. His square face showed no expression as he greeted them curtly.
He addressed Josh and Nick. ‘Morning gentlemen. I’m Vice President Peterson. The president will be here shortly.’
A large room dominated by a huge square oak desk greeted them. Behind the desk a high-backed swivel chair stood unoccupied and framed by a large window overlooking a garden shaded by tall Cherry Blossom trees, some bearing the faded remains of their once vibrant April blooms. Bookshelves lined another wall, cluttered with well-used reference books, novels and magazines. Comfortable arm chairs lazed strategically around the room. The entire office presented a well lived-in homely ambience.