“So, how is it we’ve never met at school?” Warren took advantage of a shift in the flow of talk to the far end of the table to speak quietly to her.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m always in the library.” Her even features were not perfect, but the strong chin, grey eyes, and name conveyed a sense of an Aryan aristocratic elegance.
“Well, that’s one place you’d be completely safe from me. In fact, that’s about the only place on earth you would be.” He looked straight into her eyes to judge the response.
“Such a sweet talker,” Larisa said a little derisively. “I thought all you were interested in was busting Corelli’s chops, or chatting with these neo-fascists.”
“I’ve had this affliction my whole life. I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut. Especially when I’m trying to impress someone with my intelligence and wit.”
“Is there anyone else around as smart and witty as you?” Larisa’s lips were soft and full, almost pouty.
“Nobody is.” Warren gave it his best Bogie impression.
“The Big Sleep. Doghouse Reilly.” She caught his reference to the classic movie.
“Well, there’s something we have in common! I guess you do get out of the library once in a while.” He lifted his glass of red wine and saluted her before he drank. “And what brought you down here?”
“It seems Chas wanted a chance to make a pass at me and had to travel a thousand miles to do it.”
“Oh? And how did Eliza feel about that?” Warren had assumed Chas and Eliza were seeing each other, but neither of them ever discussed it.
“She’s probably slightly pissed that you’re making a pass at me and not her. I was supposed to be for Chas.”
“Wait a minute. Eliza? Since when?” Warren was surprised, and flattered, not to mention a little piqued by the crack about his own pass.
“Since a long time ago. She’s such a girl, that one. Come on, I always see her grabbing your arm and whispering to you. You mean you didn’t notice that?” Larisa had a remarkably condescending tone, but Warren noticed she made her comment while grabbing his arm and whispering in his ear.
“Well, I might have to see about that. Jeez. Eliza. Who’da thunk it? But let’s talk about you. Where are you from? What do your parents do? What are your goals in life?” Warren drank off the rest of his wine, confident the waiter would refill the glass before long.
“Born in Lake Forest, grew up in Charlottesville. Daddy was a doctor and research chemist at the hospital and my mom was in HR at UVA, but they got divorced, and my mom’s remarried in Palo Alto. As for me? Major success, power, and a pair of those small, round sunglasses.” She toasted him back. “What about you?”
“The New York area. Mostly retired tennis-pro father, mother’s a teacher, sort of. I don’t have a clue about goals and never really did. I guess I wanted to be a tennis pro too. All that changed a few minutes ago.” He bent at the waist in genuflection.
“You’re a flatterer. But I give you credit, you’re paying more attention to me than to my host.”
“So, you were for Chas, eh? Isn’t that a little demeaning? I mean, to be the ascribed consort of the great scion? I wouldn’t take you for it, though I bet you look great in a bathing suit.”
“Nah. Chas’s cute and incredibly nice, but cut me a break. I mean, he has no edge at all—none. And, he sure as hell doesn’t have your vocabulary—ascribed consort of the great scion?—and I hear he just windsurfs for days.”
“Yeah, I’d heard that too. I’m looking forward to seeing it live. He told me his favorite thing is to windsurf all the way across Penobscot Bay in Maine when the water’s so cold that if you fall in, you live about twenty seconds, and the wind is up, and there’s a mighty chop, and the will-o’-the-wisp is a howlin’. Or something like that.”
“Are you feeling okay?” She was laughing, and Warren liked the way her full upper lip curled under to show her even, white teeth.
“Never better! I think it’s dessert time. Isn’t that so, Mrs. Harper?” Warren had sensed that their laughter had attracted the hostess’s attention, and he turned to address her.
“Oh, I just let everyone worry about that on their own time, Mr. Hament.” She laid her hand on top of Warren’s. “And I would say from the sound of things over here that you do okay on your own time.”
Larisa blushed, and Warren smiled. “In this atmosphere it would be pretty hard not to.”
“I’ll make a note of that.” Cornelia smiled back and glanced down the table toward Chas, laughing with Eliza and Austin Karr, who looked to be getting on pretty well.
After the dessert, Warren and Larisa wandered down to the esplanades of columns that fronted the Atlantic. The tide was coming in, and the breakers were washing up only a few dozen yards away. A salt breeze was coming onshore just strongly enough to put the slightest chill in the mild air, and Larisa folded her arms across her chest as they stood and talked.
“This is pretty incredible, isn’t it?” Warren said, waving a hand toward the house.
Larisa nodded. “Unbelievable. It’s hard to understand that people can have this much money.”
“I know. I mean, I knew that Chas’s grandfather was rich, but I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Well, he was an investment banker, right? So maybe someday you’ll have a spot just down the road. You and Cornelia can have an affair.”
“Right. In your dreams.”
“How about yours?”
“Right now, my dreams aren’t focused on money or Cornelia Harper,” Warren said, his gaze level with her pale grey eyes.
Larisa returned the stare with a crooked grin. “Charmer.”
They stood in the night air for a few moments. Tiny droplets of salt spray clung to the silky blond hairs that covered Larisa’s forearms. He reached across and ran a finger gently across her arm, making the moisture coalesce and wet her skin. She shivered slightly and turned toward him. He didn’t say anything as he took her in his arms and kissed her softly, and then more forcefully. She wrapped her arms around him, and he felt her tongue dart behind his teeth. His body couldn’t help reacting to her.
“Hmm. I see what you mean about focus.” Larisa backed off the kiss just enough to speak.
“Ummm, yeah.” He was a little embarrassed, but riveted to the spot.
“Well, at least I know where you stand.” She released him and stepped away. “I think this might be very interesting.”
“Interesting? It might be interesting? Just exactly when do you think it might actually become… interesting?” Warren could see the outline of her body in the breeze as she stood leaning against the next column. She was taut and muscular, defined yet inviting.