I didn’t write to you for a long time - dear fans of the site, I decided to fill the gap by simply sending the story of my favorite writer Emma Allan

It was a temporary insanity, a sudden obsession, to which she succumbed unconsciously, without thinking about the possible consequences.

- Call the room service and order us another bottle of champagne!

The first bottle was already empty.

- Are you sure you want this?

- Naturally, I'm sure! The management will still pay the bill, I will attach it to the rest of the bills for the banquet.

- But the banquet is held below!

- Is it here that we drink on another occasion?

Caroline Beck smiled contentedly, seeing that he got up, went to the phone and ordered another bottle of champagne. Outside the windows, distant voices of party members and soft music sounded. Celebration on the occasion of the completion of filming in a large tent, broken in a wonderful park behind the hotel. From time to time, from the side of the pool, excited exclamations also came, laughter and screeching - it was one of the heated guests who plopped into the water and sprayed their drunken friends with splashes.

Carolina had every right to be considered the queen of the ball, because she was the producer of this project and ensured its timely implementation in strict compliance with the budget. But her mood was not at all festive. She stoically made a solemn part, thanked the director, although she was tempted to express to him publicly everything she really thought of him, shook hands with actors and technical staff, drank a couple of cocktails, bit them with crab salad, and got together to sneak out of the tent so that go to bed early.

The modern independent television kitchen is a continuously operating conveyor shop, where the production of programs is put on stream. As soon as one project is completed, the work on the other begins immediately. Tomorrow morning, she had to start knocking out funds for the next show for the British moneybags, who decided what the British should watch.

But her good intentions were not destined to come true: she was already standing at the door of her apartment when she saw Jason Leonard walking down the hallway with her unchanged nylon bag for all sorts of things in her hand.

Caroline first saw this young actor when he played Laertes in Hamlet on the stage of the Royal Shakespeare Theater. Dark-haired, with a captivating gaze of deep-set eyes and a sensual, almost female mouth, he somehow resembled young Sean Connery. Caroline offered the director to take on one of the main roles in the film, which they had just filmed, but the director balked and agreed to use Jason only in the killer role, which required the presence of the actor on the stage for only three days.

And here it pulled the devil to invite him to his died to wash the completion of the project. He didn’t intend to rest for a long time, because, as it turned out, he specially sauntered down the corridor in the hope that she would do just that.

“Champagne will be delivered in a couple of minutes,” Jason said, putting the phone down.

- This is a real service! - exclaimed Caroline. “We’ll have to have a revel in this hotel somehow.”

Jason went to the window and stared at the old park surrounding the hotel, which had once served as the country residence of a single rubber magnate. The clever layout of the park and the careful care of shrubs, flower beds and lawns provided the green frame of the chic hotel with a special quality that creates a feeling of comfort among the most demanding customers.

Carolina got up and also went to the window to admire the magnificent view from the wide-open trees and green lawns gilded with the setting June sun.

- Beautiful, isn't it? - she said.

Her guest was either too shy or very smart.

In his place, any other man would not fail to take advantage of the chance presented to him. Jason did not even try to touch her or give her an unambiguous hint. He must have become accustomed to the fact that women are easily seduced by his attractive appearance and imagine it is impossible that he barely met him. It is also possible that he was afraid to accidentally hurt and lose the opportunity to earn some extra money in some of her series. Actors now divorced even a dime a dozen, and they were all ready to take on any job.

Therefore, Carolina had no choice but to take the initiative and bring it to the logical end.

“I need to change,” she said, stretching languidly.

- Maybe I should leave? - asked Jason.

Caroline did not expect such a reaction from him. Is she not in his taste? From such a thought she felt uneasy.

There was a knock on the door.

“Open it, please,” she asked and, turning, went into the bedroom, leaving the living room door open.

The waiter from the room service set a silver bucket with ice on the table by the couch, uncorked the cork with a light cotton and took the tray with the dirty dishes. After hesitating for a second or two, he decided that now was not the right time to ask him to sign the bill, and, wishing Jason a pleasant evening, left the room.

Caroline sat on the edge of the bed and began to think what to do. The problem was that she herself did not know what she wanted. It always happened to her when she was too keen on champagne on an empty stomach. Jason liked her, he had a natural grace and spontaneity. She liked to watch his nostrils sensually swell when he defends his point of view in a dispute. She would gladly give herself to him right on the floor in the living room, without any foreplay, and would allow him to do whatever she thought of with her body.

But for some reason Jason did not pounce on her like an ardent savage, but hessed embarrassed by the window, beyond which lilac twilight was gathering. Consequently, she had to act herself, but first she needed to decide whether she wanted it and whether it was worth it to waste her time on it. Such gusts with her never-happened before. Did he turn her head in such a way that her reason and life experience gave way under the pressure of vague forebodings and incomprehensible desires?

- Come here, Jason! She said emphatically, distinctly and coldly, still angry with him for forcing her to play the role of insult.

- Bring you a glass of champagne? - he asked.

“Take the whole bottle with you!”

Caroline looked at herself in the mirror on the wardrobe door. A long and difficult day did not pass for her without a trace. She didn’t even have time to change into an evening dress, and she showed up at the banquet in the same beige cotton suit “safari”, in which she fussed in the morning. The outfit was also pretty dented, there were traces of dirt and scratches on brown low-heeled shoes, a fashionable hairstyle she had only recently done was disheveled and her blond hair looked like a sponge. The tired face seemed unnaturally pale. Not surprisingly, in this form, she did not cause lust in Jason.

He brought a tray into the bedroom, looking around with the wariness of a man entering a lion's den and fearfully expecting that a hidden bloodthirsty predator would suddenly pounce on him and gnaw him to death.

“Put the tray on the table,” said Caroline, beginning to regret that she succumbed to a rash impulse.

Jason put a champagne tray on one of the exquisite carved mahogany tables that stood beside the bed and said timidly:

- Perhaps I should leave.