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cover, but it left enough to the imagination to start most men salivating. Giancarla knew that she looked very, very good in it, but even so she spent a little time admiring herself in the mirror while looking for any signs of trouble. A careful appraisal only served to convince her that there were no such signs. Her flesh was firm and flawless everywhere. That made her feel better about the day, and she went to the pool with a little smile on her face. She left her clothes scattered on her bedroom floor for Olivia to attend to.
    Nicholas had admonished her about strolling through the mansion wearing only that bikini, but he was not here today, and she could always say that she had simply forgotten. The fact was she enjoyed the sidelong looks she got from the male staff as she strolled past them. None of them would openly stare at her, but every one of them had a look, even the head of the staff, ancient and wrinkled Alois. She went barefooted. When she needed a towel or anything else, one of the staff would bring it to her.
    The water was warmer than she expected, but it still felt good. She swam several laps slowly until she felt suitably warmed up, and then did three racing laps, pushing herself as hard as she could. She finished the last lap and clung to the side of the pool, puffing and gasping. She felt pleasantly tired now. Someone had told her once that vigorous exercise released endorphins and it was those that brought about her feeling of well-being. Maybe it was true, but she always felt good after she’d pushed herself. She climbed out of the pool and wrung out her hair. She struck a pose as she always did, standing spread-legged, her back arched and her head tilted far, far back. The late afternoon sun was glinting off of the huge glass sliding doors that led to the mansion, so she couldn’t tell if anyone was watching her little display, but she thought that somebody probably was. She shook her head vigorously, making her breasts wobble in their frail Lycra cradle, and sat down on one of the reclining beach chairs that ringed the pool. It was in the full light of the sun, but only for a little while longer. If she fell asleep in it there was no danger of incurring a painful burn. Giancarla settled herself in comfortably and closed her eyes. She smiled as she thought of something she’d like to try with Lars at their next little tryst.
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    Someone was trying to wake her. At first, Giancarla felt only annoyance, and she slapped at the hand gently shaking her shoulder. As wakefulness slowly returned, though, she realized that she was not indoors in her comfortable bed, but still outside on the beach chair. She opened her eyes to see Boris standing over her, still wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. Startled, she sat up, fighting a sudden instinctive urge to cover herself with her hands. Boris stood much closer to her than he usually did, and he rarely touched her.
    “What?” she looked up at him angrily. Her bikini felt dry. So did her hair. How long had she been sleeping? The sun hadn’t quite set yet, but the sky overhead was already darkening. She could see a half-moon in the sky, as insubstantial as a cloud.
    “The master has returned home,” Boris said in his thickly-accented voice. “He wants to see you. Now.”
    “Nicholas is home? Wonderful! Let me get dressed and I’ll come to him!” Giancarla switched from pout to smile in an instant.””
    “No,” Boris shook his bald head. “He said now .”
    Okay, that sounded ominous. Maybe it was just because of Boris’ delivery, but Giancarla tried to imagine what would have prompted Nicholas to say that. Maybe one of the female staff had tattled to him about her parading around in the bikini. If that was the case, she would be properly contrite and then seduce Nicholas into taking her to bed. The way she was dressed it shouldn’t be hard. He was always a bit rough and demanding during their make-up sex, and she liked that, although she’d