cc.vixen03-第4章

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　Before　he　could　fake　a　protest；　Loren　climbed　over　his　chest　and　straddled　him；　her　hands　pressing　against　his　shoulders。　He　tensed　himself；　circled　his　hands　behind　her；　and　squeezed　her　soft　cheek　bottoms。　She　felt　him　grow　beneath　her　and　his　heat　seemed　to　radiate　through　her　skin。
　〃Fishing；〃　she　said　in　a　husky　voice。　〃The　only　rod　you　know　how　to　use　doesn't　have　a　reel。〃
　They　had　breakfast　at　noon。　Pitt　showered　and　dressed　and　returned　to　the　kitchen。　Loren　was　bent　over　the　sink；　vigorously　scrubbing　a　blackened　pan。　She　wore　an　apron　and　nothing　else。　He　stood　in　the　doorway；　watching　her　small　breasts　jiggle；　taking　his　time　about　button…ing　his　shirt。
　〃I　wonder　what　your　constituency　would　say　if　they　could　see　you　now；〃　he　said。
　〃Screw　my　constituency；〃　she　said；　grinning　devilishly。　〃My　private　life　is　none　of　their　damned　business。〃
　〃　'Screw　my　constituency；'　〃　Pitt　repeated　solemnly；　gesturing　as　though　he　were　taking　notes。　〃Another　entry　in　the　scandalous　life　of　little　Loren　Smith；　congressional　representative　of　Colorado's　graft…ridden　seventh　district。〃
　〃You're　not　funny。〃　She　turned　and　threatened　him　with　the　dishpan。　〃There　is　no　political　hanky…panky　in　the　seventh　district；　and　I　am　the　last　one　on　Capitol　Hill　who　can　be　accused　of　being　on　the　take。〃
　〃Ah　。　。　。　but　your　sexual　excesses。　Think　what　journalistic　hay　the　media　might　make　out　of　that。　I　may　even　expose　you　myself　and　write　a　best…selling　book。〃
　〃As　long　as　I　don't　keep　my　lovers　on　office　payroll　or　entertain　them　on　my　congressional　expense　account；　I　can't　be　touched。〃　'
　〃What　about　me？〃
　〃You　paid　your　half　of　the　groceries；　remember？〃　She　dried　the　pan　and　set　it　in　the　cupboard。
　〃How　can　I　build　a　business　out　of　being　kept；〃　Pitt　said　sadly；　〃if　I　have　a　cheap　screw　for　a　mistress？〃
　She　put　her　arms　around　his　neck　and　kissed　his　chin。　〃The　next　time　you　pick　up　a　horny　girl　at　a　Washington　cocktail　party；　I　suggest　you　demand　an　accounting　of　her　financial　assets。〃
　Good　lord；　she　recalled；　that　awful　party　thrown　by　the　Secretary　of　Environment。　She　hated　the　Capital　social　scene。　Unless　a　function　was　tied　in　to　Colorado　interests　or　one　of　her　mittee　assignments；　she　usually　went　home　after　work　to　a　mangy　cat　named　Ichabod　and　whatever　movie　was　playing　on　television。
　Loren's　eyes　had　been　magnetically　drawn　to　him　as　he　stood　in　the　flickering　light　of　the　lawn　torches。　She　had　stared　brazenly　while　carry…ing　on　a　partisan　conversation　with　another　Independent　Party　con…gressman；　Morton　Shaw；　of　Florida。
　She　felt　a　strange　quickening　of　her　pulse。　That　seldom　happened　and　she　wondered　why　it　was　happening　now。　He　was　not　handsome；　not　in　a　　　　　　'　Paul　Newman　sort　of　way；　and　yet　there　was　a　virile；　no…nonsense　aura　about　him　that　appealed　to　her。　He　was　tall；　and　she　preferred　tall　men。
　He　was　alone；　talking　to　no　one；　observing　the　people　around　him　with　a　look　of　genuine　interest　rather　than　bored　aloofness。　When　he　became　aware　of　Loren's　stare；　he　simply　stared　back　with　a　frank；　appraising　expression。
　〃Who　is　that　wallflower　over　there　in　the　shadows？〃　she　asked　Morton　Shaw。
　Shaw　turned　and　gazed　in　the　direction　Loren　indicated　with　a　tilt　of　her　head。　His　eyes　blinked　in　recognition　and　he　laughed。　〃Two　years　in　Washington　and　you　don't　know　who　that　is？〃
　〃If　I　knew；　I　wouldn't　ask；〃　she　said　airily。
　〃His　name　is　Pitt；　Dirk　Pitt。　He's　special…projects　director　for　the　National　Underwater　and　Marine　Agency。　You　know…he's　the　guy　who　headed　up　the　Titanic's　salvage　operation。〃
　She　felt　stupid　for　not　having　made　the　connection。　His　picture　and　the　story　of　the　famous　liner's　successful　resurrection　had　been　headlined　everywhere　for　weeks　by　the　news　media。　So　this　was　the　man　who　had　taken　on　the　impossible　and　beaten　the　odds。　She　excused　herself　from　Shaw　and　made　her　way　through　the　crowd　to　Pitt。
　〃Mr。　Pitt；〃　she　said。　That　was　as　far　as　she　got。　A　breeze　shifted　the　flames　of　the　torches　just　then　and　the　new　angle　caused　a　glinting　reflection　in　Pitt's　eyes。　Loren　felt　a　fever　in　her　stomach　that　had　e　Only　once　before；　when　she　was　very　young　and　had　a　crush　on　a　professional　skier。　She　was　thankful　the　dim　light　shaded　the　flush　that　must　have　tinted　her　cheeks。
　〃Mr。　Pitt；〃　she　said　again。　She　couldn't　seem　to　get　the　right　words　out。　He　looked　down　at　her；　waiting。　An　introduction；　you　fool；　she　yelled　inside　her　mind。　Instead　she　blurted；　〃Now　that　you've　raised　the　Titanic；　what　are　you　planning　for　your　next　project？〃
　〃That's　a　pretty　tough　act　to　follow；〃　he　said；　smiling　warmly。　〃My　next　project；　though；　will　be　one　with　great　personal　satisfaction；　one　that　I　shall　savor　with　great　delight。〃
　〃And　that　is？〃
　〃The　seduction　of　Congresswoman　Loren　Smith。〃
　Her　eyes　widened。　〃Are　you　joking？〃
　〃I　never　regard　sex　with　a　ravishing　politician　lightly。〃
　〃You're　cute。　Did　the　opposition　party　put　you　up　to　this？〃
　Pitt　did　not　reply。　He　took　her　by　the　hand　and　led　her　through　the　house；　which　was　crammed　with　Washington's　power　elite；　and　escorted　her　outside；　to　his　car。　She　followed　without　protest；　out　of　curiosity　more　than　obedience。
　As　he　pulled　the　car　into　the　tree…lined　street；　she　finally　asked；　〃Where　are　you　taking　me？〃
　〃Step　one〃…he　flashed　a　galvanizing　smile…〃we　find　an　intimate　little　bar　where　we　can　relax　and　exchange　our　innermost　desires。〃
　〃And　step　two？〃　she　asked；　her　voice　low。
　〃I　take　you　for　a　hundred…mile…an…hour　ride　down　Chesapeake　Bay　in　a　hydrofoil　racing　boat。〃
　〃Not　this　girl。〃
　〃I　have　this　theory；〃　Pitt　continued。　〃Adventure　and　excitement　never　fail　to　transform　gorgeous　congresswomen　into　mad；　insatiable　beasts。〃
　Afterward；　as　the　sun's　morning　warmth　fingered　the　drifting　boat；　Loren　would　have　been　the　last　person　on　earth　to　dispute　Pitt's　seduc…tion　theory。　She　noted　with　sensuous　satisfaction　that　his　shoulders　bore　her　teeth　and　claw　marks　to　prove　it。
　Loren　released　her　hold　and　pushed　Pitt　toward　the　front　door　of　the　cabin。　〃So　much　for　fun　and　games。　I've　got　a　batch　of　correspondence　to　clear　up　before　we　can　drive　down　to　Denver　for　a　shopping　spree　tomorrow。　Why　don't　you　go　on　a　nature　hike　or　something　for　a　few　hours。　Later；　I'll　fix　us　a　fattening　dinner　and　we'll　spend　another　perverted　evening　snuggling　by　the　fire。〃
　〃I　think　I'm　all　perverted　out；〃　he　said；　stretching。　〃Besides；　nature　hikes　are　definitely　not　my　bag。〃　〃Go　fishing；　then。〃
　He　looked　at　her。　〃You　never　got　around　to　telling　me　where。〃　〃A　quarter　of　a　mile　over　the　hill　behind　the　cabin。　Table　Lake。　Dad　used　to　catch　his　limit　of　trout　there　all　the　time。〃
　〃Thanks　to　you〃…he　peered　at　her　sternly…〃I'm　getting　a　late　start。〃　〃Tough。〃
　〃I　didn't　bring　any　fishing　gear。　Your　dad　leave　any　around？〃　〃Under　the　cabin；　in　the　garage。　He　used　to　keep　all　his　tackle　down　there。　Keys　to　the　door　lock　are　on　the　mantel。〃
　The　lock　was　stiff　from　nonuse。　Pitt　spit　on　it　and　twisted　the　key　as　hard　as　he　dared　without　breaking　it。　At　last　the　tumblers　gave　and　he　squeaked　the　old　twin　doors　open。　After　waiting　a　minute　to　adjust　his　eyes　to　the　darkened　enclosure；　he　stepped　inside　and　looked　around。　There　was　a　dusty　workbench　with　its　tools　all　neatly　hanging　in　place。　Cans　of　various　sizes　lined　several　shelves；　some　containing　paint；　some　containing　nails　and　assorted　hardware。
　Pitt　soon　found　a　fishing…tackle　box　under　tiie　bench。　The　pole　took　a　little　longer　to　find。　He　barely　made　one　out　in　a　dim　corner　of　the　garage。　What　seemed　to　be　a　piece　of　bulky　equipment　shrouded　under　a　canvas　drop　cloth　stood　in　his　way。　He　couldn't　quite　reach　the　fishing　pole；　so　he　tried　climbing　over　the　obstruction。　It　shifted　under　his　weight　and　he　fell　backward；　clutching　the　drop　cloth　in　a　vain　effort　to　catch　his　balance　before　both　ended　up　on　the　dirt　floor　of　the　garage。
　Pitt　cursed；　brushed　himself　off；　and　gazed　at　what　barred　him　from　an　afternoon　of　fishing。　A　puzzled　frown　gripped　his　features。　He　knelt　down　and　ran　his　hand　over　the　two　large　objects　he　had　accidentally　uncovered。　Then　he　rose　and　walked　outside　and　called　to　Loren。　She　appeared　over　the　balcony。　〃What's　your　problem？〃