But Eddie had other ideas.
‘Not yet,’ he said firmly, and touched her wrist with his brown fingers and then moved them along her arm to her shoulders and behind her neck. ‘By six the water will be perfect. We’ll wait until six.’
She relaxed to the touch of his fingers. No one she had ever met had such an exciting touch as Eddie. His fingers seemed to emit sparks of electricity that flowed down her skin.
‘Then come inside and have tea,’ she said, linking her arm through his. ‘Would you like that?’
Eddie thought it was as good an excuse as any to get her into the house, and together they wandered into the cool, sun-screened lounge, which looked on to the garden through folding glass doors.
Linda took off her sunglasses and dropped on to the white, suede-covered divan with a little exclamation of pleasure. She raised her shapely brown arms above her head and regarded Eddie with a cool smile. She looked a little older than the photograph that had been left in the old plantation house; her eyes were harder and her lips not quite so ready to smile, although they smiled for Eddie; but then Eddie was favoured and he knew it.
‘Ring the bell, darling,’ she said, closing her eyes. ‘And they’ll bring tea. I’ve asked them to cut you some of those tricky little sandwiches you like so much — remember?’
But at the moment tricky little sandwiches were not of the slightest interest to Eddie. He stood over this voluptuous creature and experienced a sudden difficulty in breathing. Blood pounded in his ears and his heart raced uncomfortably.
‘I think we’ll skip tea,’ he said, and bending over her, caught her up in his arms and began to walk swiftly across the big room to the door.
Linda was worldly enough to realize that, unless she took immediate evasive action, she would miss her tea, so she began to kick and struggle, but Eddie had not developed his muscles for nothing, and he continued on his way without any considerable inconvenience, climbed the stairs, kicked open the door of Linda’s luxurious if over-ornate bedroom, and laid her, still struggling, on the bed.
‘Really, Eddie,’ she gasped as soon as she could get her breath, ‘you are the most disgusting man I have ever met. No! Don’t you dare touch me! You’re not always going to have your own way. I mean it this time! We’re going right back to the lounge, and we’re going to have tea, and then we’re going to have a bathe...’
Eddie drew the blue and white curtains across the windows without paying the slightest attention to this diatribe. Having satisfied himself that the room was now cloaked in a dimness that created a more intimate atmosphere, he returned in time to prevent Linda from getting off the bed.
‘Everything in its proper order,’ he said firmly. ‘Tea and a bathe later,’ and he took Linda in his arms with the intention of smothering her resistance with kisses, which, from experience, he was confident would quickly bring her to unconditional surrender.
But this afternoon Linda felt perverse, and had no inclination to submit to Eddie’s rough, violent wooing. She was getting a little tired of being taken for granted. Cave-men were all very well once in a while, but too much of that kind of thing was too great a strain on a girl’s nerves; so when Eddie, a confident gleam in his eyes, grabbed hold of her, she gave him a resounding box on his ears.
‘I said no!’ she told him angrily.
For a second or so Eddie sat staring at her, his big hands still gripping her back, his face still close to hers, but his eyes were no longer confident: they were angry and a little spiteful, and the desire in them was by no means checked.
‘So you want a fight, do you?’ he said. ‘Well, you’ve certainly come to the right guy if that’s what you want.’
Linda scrambled hastily off the bed and made a dart for the door. She had had one fight with Eddie in the early days of their tempestuous wooing, and the following morning found her not only covered with unsightly bruises but also feeling that she had been fed through a wringer. She had no desire to repeat the experience.
Eddie’s long arm shot out, grabbed her, jerked her across the bed.
‘Now, please, darling,’ Linda begged as she found herself helpless in his grip. ‘Please, darling, let me go. Don’t you dare hit me... you know how I bruise. Eddie! You’re not to... Oh! You beast! Oh! Oh! Eddie, stop it! The servants will hear you!’
A few moments later, bruised, smarting and breathless, she surrendered.
‘You are a devil, Eddie,’ she panted, digging her fingers into his hard, smooth shoulders. ‘You’ve hurt me... you’ve bruised me... but, damn you, I love you.’
He grinned down at her, ran his fingers through her thick hair, his finger-tips exploring the shape of her hard little skull.
Her arms strained him to her, and she crushed her mouth against his.
There was a long stillness in the room while they were caught up in the vortex of their passion. The hands of the little clock by the bedside moved forward, its blank face seeing nothing of what went on in the dim-lighted room. The evening sun slowly crept round the house and reflected on the blue and white curtains.
Eddie was the first to awake. He moved his head, stretched his thick arms luxuriously, sighed, opened his eyes. Then suddenly his stomach turned a somersault and his heart stopped beating for a split second and then began to race. A man was sitting on the foot of the bed, watching him.
For a full minute Eddie stared at this intruder, believing he was still asleep and dreaming. The man was a nightmare figure, dressed in black, whose white, lean, granite-hard face hung over Eddie like an apparition from a horror play.
Eddie clutched Linda, who woke with a start. Terror struck her speechless, for she instantly recognized the figure in black. She was so paralysed with fear that she could make no move to cover her nakedness, and lay still as a statue, her heart scarcely beating.
‘Tell your gigolo to get out of here,’ Max said softly. ‘I want to talk to you.’
The sound of Max’s voice broke the hypnotic spell that had gripped both Linda and Eddie.
Linda gave a horrified scream and snatched up a big cushion with which to cover herself. Eddie sat up with an oath, his eyes blazing with embarrassed fury, his great hands closed into fists; but that was as far as he got.
There was a flash of steel as a knife jumped into Max’s hand. He leaned forward and with incredible swiftness traced the point of the knife lightly down Eddie’s face, down his neck and chest to his stomach. It was as if a feather had touched Eddie, but instantly a thin line of blood appeared where the knife-point had touched him.
At the sight of the knife and the line of blood Eddie’s fury and courage oozed out of him like oil from a leaky can.
He was tough enough when it came to handling elderly rich women, and even to fighting with Linda, but cold steel made him sick to his stomach.
‘Don’t touch me!’ he gasped, his fine brown complexion turning to a muddy white. ‘I’m going... don’t touch me with that knife.’
‘Get out!’ Max said, his dead eyes fixed on Eddie’s terrified face.
‘Sure,’ Eddie spluttered, scrambled off the bed, huddled into his clothes. He had no thought for Linda and he didn’t even look her way. His one burning desire was to get away from this dangerous thug, and he couldn’t get away fast enough. ‘I’m going... just take it easy.’
Max leaned forward and wiped the blood from the knife off on to Linda’s thigh; as he did so he looked at her and his thin lips curled in contempt.
She shuddered, but made no move. The knife terrified her.
‘Don’t leave me, Eddie,’ she whimpered, but Eddie was already on his way; the door slammed behind him.
Max rose to his feet, put away his knife and picked up a silk wrap that was lying across a chair. He flung it at Linda.