Chapter 51 Lovers

She later wondered how two people as different as they, she and the burly Van Dyke, seemed to be like magnets, driven towards each other, unable to resist the pull of their ardour. Mindlessly, she buried her hands in his thick white blonde hair and gave herself up to his mouth as he kissed her hard, pushing her against the wall, hard. No words were needed.
When he began to grapple with her dress the elaborate bone and satin and silk that was draped over her body she stopped him, her eyes luminous. He stepped an inch away and watched, glowering as she daintily stepped out of the costume and stood before him, naked as the day she was born.
Van Dyke was in a frenzy of lust.