Chapter 87

• If the sitting room was out of fantasy-land then the bedroom surpassed it. The carpet in there was emerald, and thick as lush grass. Sebastian could only imagine how it would feel in bare feet. The walls were papered in what looked like silver foil. The four-poster black lacquered bed was raised on a platform in the centre of the room and totally surrounded by gauzy white curtains, the kind that dressed the bedroom settings in the desert film epics of the fifties. The quilt was white satin shot with silver, with a countless number of matching pillows and scatter cushions leaning against the curved headboard.
• The ceiling, Sebastian noted with raised eyebrows, was totally mirrored. The desk clerk had said something about all the honeymoon suites being themed but Sebastian had been too agitated at the time to listen properly.
• Both their gazes finally left the bed to scan the rest of the room, simultaneously landing on the two naked statues that flanked the archway through which they’d just walked. Lifelike in size, both were made in pale grey marble and both were blatantly erotic. It was impossible to look at them without thinking of sex. An already painfully erect Sebastian didn’t need any further stimulation. Or any further delay.