What"s up? Why the hasty meeting?” Suresh asked as he broke off a piece of a crusty roll and dabbed at the tomato sauce surrounding the last morsel of egg on his plate. “I need info,” Harry answered. “And you"re the go-to guy for info.” His hunger appeased by an excellent bacon, gruyere cheese, and chanterelle omelet, Harry"s mind turned to a need he hadn"t been able to satisfy this morning. St. Pete had been in a roaring erected state when Austen had interrupted Harry"s predawn fantasy. And his aching erection hadn"t been helped when he"d returned to the stateroom and caught his wife with the most delectable bra and pantie set in her hands. The expression on his face must have told her what he wanted, for she"d gone all pink and flustered and high-tailed it to the bathroom, leaving him standing in the middle of the room with a Guinness-record boner. Austen had paged him again, and it took Harry five minutes to settle the small matter of dockage fees. Then he"d sneaked into the bathroom intending on a prolonged shower and cleaning every inch of Martine"s luscious skin.
