BUILDED ATTRACTION 18

HE STAYED FOR breakfast. He told her he liked to start the day with bacon and eggs so she ran to the corner shop and bought bacon because she had none in the house. She gave him orange juice and coffee and a mountain of wholemeal toast which he spread with strawberry jam, telling her he preferred marmalade.

He sat in her new kitchen, which was big enough for a kitchen table, in her white towelling robe, its arms too short for him, its shoulders barely containing his broad back.

‘What are you doing tonight?’ he asked as he finished off the last piece of toast.

'Dinner. Business dinner.’ It was half true.

‘Oh.'

She was delighted that he looked disappointed. Though they had quite sensibly agreed there was no future in their relationship and that their motives were purely carnal, she was glad he wanted to exercise his carnal desires at every opportunity.

‘So what about Saturday?' she suggested.

‘I was going to tell you about that.’

‘Go on.’

‘You know that photo-shoot you told me a