The Julian Secret (Lang Reilly Thrillers) - Plot & Excerpts
With nothing better to do and the shops shuttered for the next four hours, Gurt and Lang had returned to the hotel. Before succumbing to jet lag, they had made love, a wild and noisy affair that Lang suspected could be heard all the way down the sumptuous hall. Neither cared. Refreshed and sated, they awoke famished. “Should I telephone the room servicers?” Gurt asked. “Room service. No, let’s go out,” Lang called back from a shower that far exceeded those in most European hotels. This one allowed the bather to actually stand rather than squat in a tub while using a flexible hose with a nozzle at one end. The normal arrangement reminded him of the German word for shower, Dusche. Stepping out of the shower, he helped himself to a luxurious robe and walked into the other room, where Gurt was lighting her first cigarette of the day. “Do you have to?” he asked. “You smoke cigars,” she replied, shaking out a match. “Once or twice a month, maybe.” “So your cigars are five or six times larger than my cigarettes.
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