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.'Oh my God,' whispered Charlotte.As soon as Daniel had gone they tore open their suitcases and yanked out swimming costumes.Charlotte darted into the bedroom while Tom just stripped off where he stood.Seconds later, Charlotte re-emerged in a bright orange, low-cut number.Tom eyed the perfect profile of her breasts as she raced for the door, then raised his eyes upwards in thanks that she was his.He pulled on his swimming shorts, pausing for a moment at the desk and checking the wall behind for an extra phone socket for his laptop's modem.Then he too ran from the bungalow.The sand was bleached white and so powdery it squeaked every time his feet connected with it.Charlotte was standing motionless in the shallows, the water boiling around her knees as the recently collapsed wave was sucked back out to sea in a mass of hissing bubbles.He drew level with her and wordlessly she pointed across the water.Over a backdrop of purple islands rising from the horizon, a distant flock of seabirds was crossing the sky.The slow flap of their wings caused shimmering sunlight to glance off their white underfeathers, making them glint and flash like a shoal of fish in a hazy sea.'It's so beautiful,' she murmured dreamily, as he curled an arm around her waist.Half an hour later, dripping wet from their swim, they staggered across the sand, hanging on to each other, bouts of breathless laughter making them unsteady on their feet.Back in the bungalow, neither said a word.Instead they made straight for the bedroom, leaving damp, sandy footprints on the tiled floor behind them.Shrugging the shoulder straps of her swimming costume off, Charlotte unrolled it down to her waist and lay back on the white sheets.Tom gazed down for an instant before climbing on to the bed.Staying on his knees, he leaned over her, swept wet tendrils of hair to the side and began kissing her damp neck.The draft from the ceiling fan above made him aware of the droplets of seawater still clinging to his back as he brushed his lips across her breasts, tasting the salt water on her skin, licking where it had pooled in the hollow of her navel, working his way further downwards before slipping her swimming costume off completely.The next morning they were just finishing off two tropical fruit salads in the huge timber-framed resort restaurant when Daniel wandered over and asked if they would like to book a 'Discover Scuba-diving' course.'The Seychelles have some of the finest reefs in the world,' he proudly announced.'I can recommend it as the thing to do during your stay.Our diving instructor, Sean, is from Cairns in Australia.He says what we have here is equal to anything you'll see on the Great Barrier Reef.'Tom looked at Charlotte uncertainly – he'd never so much as snorkelled before.'Can we?' she asked.Tom sat back.'Why not?''Excellent.I will let Sean know,' replied Daniel.'When would you like to start?''Let's not rush anything.Tomorrow, after lunch?' said Tom.After breakfast the next day Tom said with a sigh, 'Well, I suppose I'd better check back with the office and make sure everything hasn't collapsed.' They walked back to the bungalow and he plugged in the laptop and modem.Once the machine had booted up he tried to go online, but a window soon informed him that it could not make a connection.'Shit!' swore Tom as the screen popped up for the second time.'What's wrong?' Charlotte called through from the kitchen.'No bloody internet connection.' Angrily Tom unplugged the laptop and put it back in the carry case.'It'd better not be something wrong with the computer.'In the resort's office he was able to link up to the internet without problems.'So it's the socket in the bungalow,' said Tom.'Can you get it fixed immediately?'Daniel made a call, spoke briefly in the French dialect before looking mildly sheepish.'An engineer can come out from Mahé in two days' time,' he told Tom.'Can we move bungalows, then? I stipulated that office facilities were essential when I made my booking.'Tom was irritated at how, even in such idyllic surroundings, his businesslike tone had reappeared so easily.Daniel's embarrassment deepened.'Your bungalow was a last-minute cancellation.All the others have been booked for months.But we can clear a desk for you here – you can make use of all our facilities until the problem is resolved [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]