Free Love Play by Rosemary Rogers by Unknown Page A

say than just
"hello"?'
    Garon's voice was teasing; he put a finger under Sara's elevated chin
and turned it gently towards him. Sara's eyes darted about the narrow, brightly
lit room with the beginnings of apprehension, and found that they were alone.
She and Garon Hunt. Quite alone!
    What would Delight have done? The thought rescued her.
    'Well... I could say "good morning, Garon Hunt" . . .'
    'Good morning, Delight Adams.' He was smiling his famous, slightly
crooked smile at her! 'What comes after that?'
    Her mind raced desperately: I hope he doesn't try to kiss me! At this
angle, if I turned I'd fail off this stool! And so would he, probably.
    Sara's smile had a desperate brilliance to it that came across as being
provocative.
    'Isn't it your turn now, Garon?'
    'How about dinner tonight?'
    Unprepared (even Delight would have been taken aback surely?) Sara's
voice deserted her — she could only stare at Garon, wondering if she had heard
right.
    She had. Obviously taking her silence for acquiescence Garon squeezed
her nerveless hand and gave it a light kiss.
    'Look - before Mike comes back in here — Sally's going off early this
afternoon and we'll probably stop shooting around four. You start walking
towards the gate at five sharp and I'll be coming out of my bungalow at the
same time, right? I'll offer you a ride.' He smiled at her again, more deeply
this time, with those bright blue eyes almost mesmerising her. 'I'm going to be
looking forward to this evening, baby. And to learning about you/
    'Well!' Mike said on an expelled breath when Garon Hunt had walked out.
'And what was that all about - or can't you tell?' He had a pointed, pixy beard
that positively quivered with curiosity.
    'What are you talking about?' Sara said evasively as she leaned forward
pretending to admire her make-up.
    'As if you didn't know! Think I don't know that when he comes in early
and asks someone to go get coffee, that that someone isn't supposed to come
back in for at least five Minutes? Ha! I've been around long enough!'
    'Well.. .' Sara conceded reluctantly, turning back to face his indignant
expression.
    'He asked you out, didn't he? That'll mean another late night, I guess.
Come in extra early and I'll do an extra-Special job on you - while you tell me
all the details!'
    'I'm sure you already know all the details!' Sara muttered equivocally
as she left.
    Garon Hunt! Sara's mind was in such a whirl that she couldn't be
bothered by Mike and his sly insinuations.
    Garon had asked her out, was going to pick her up precisely at five this
afternoon . , .
    Of course I'm going! Sara answered her own question. She felt both
scared and elated. Delight would never turn down Garon Hunt!
    The long, slow morning in which she was called upon to do nothing gave
Sara time enough in which to think, and even to doze off as it became hotter
and hotter on the huge sound stage.
    She had been lying on the small couch that took up most of the space in
the 'dressing room' she shared with two others. It felt good to feel herself
float off into nothing¬ness . . .
    With annoyance, Sara at first tried to pull away from the rough hand on
her shoulder. And then she remembered that she was supposed to be on call and
sat up with a dismayed murmur,
    'Well, I see that at least you are alive. I am sorry if I was rough and
startled you, signorina, but I knocked first, and came in when you did not
answer.' Of course he wasn't sorry at all! Sara thought inconsequentially as
she heard that harsh, rather grating voice and met obsidian eyes. Catching her
look he continued in a rather mocking tone, 'You looked pale enough to be
actually dead! Did you not sleep well last night?'
    It was he. It was actually he, the bete noire of her . nightmares! Sara
pushed hair back from her eyes, blinking them to glare at him.
    'What are you doing here? This is supposed to be a closed set!'
    'Ah, but you see I happen to own a part of this picture. So I am a
privileged person - I'm afraid.' He