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his
own circuits blew, and the orgasm burst out of him in an explosion
as they came together in a mind-blowing, body-wrenching, thundering
climax of magnificent release.
    Her fading scream became a long, drawn-out
sigh of marveling wonder. "Oh, Charley!" she whispered
breathlessly. "Charley ..."
    He shuddered once more as the last of his
juices drained into her, and then, together, they collapsed on the
bed. Between drawing deep, ragged lungfuls of air, he managed a
lopsided grin. "Good morning," he croaked.
    Her eyes were wide. "I'll say it is!" She
kissed him and ran her hands through his rumpled thick tangly black
hair which, despite his droopy Sam Elliott of a mustache, gave him
a sheepish, almost boyish look.
    For a while they lay quietly, still joined.
Then suddenly her eyes widened in horror. She had spied the alarm
clock.
    "Shit!" she exclaimed, and shoved him away.
He rolled off her, his limp penis slipping out.
    "Now what the hell's the matter?" he
demanded.
    "The damn alarm didn't go off!" she shouted,
yanking fistfuls of her hair in frustration.
    "I know." Stretching out, he laced his hands
behind his head and smiled smugly. "I shut it off."
    "You—you ... what?" She stared at him.
    "I told you. I shut it off so it wouldn't
disturb us."
    "You shithead! You pig! You ... you ..." She
grabbed a pillow and began beating him over the head with it.
    He raised his arms to protect himself. "Hey!"
he shouted. "Hey, relax! I've got the day off."
    "Well, I haven't! God, now I'm going to be
late."
    The worst of her fury vented, she tossed the
pillow aside, launched herself out of bed, and made a mad dash for
the bathroom.
    "What are you so worried about, anyway?" he
called after her. "Can't you phone in sick?"
    Her head popped around from behind the
bathroom door. "Have you forgotten, or is your brain between your
legs? This morning marks the first official day under new
management!"
    He looked at her dumbly.
    "Gawd!" She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"The corporate takeover I told you about? With the new major
shareholder? Well, today's the day the SEC granted approval for it
to take effect, you Dummkopf!"
    She glared at him.
    "Well? Don't just lie there like God's gift
to women! Get moving, man! Put on some caffeine! And hurry!" She
clapped her hands briskly.
    Crossing his arms behind his head, he
stretched out lazily and wiggled his toes. "Aw, come on, Kenz. You
know I'm no good in the kitchen."
    "Well, ex-cuuuuuse me!" She rolled her eyes
again, growling, "Cops!" in disgust. "Guess I'm doomed to grab a
cup on the run. Why, oh why," she demanded beseechingly of the
world in general, "did I have to fall for a
too-macho-to-even-make-a-cup-of-coffee Italian cop? Would someone
please give me the answer to that?"
    "Maybe because I'm so good in bed?" he
suggested with a leer.
    "Too bad you aren't as useful around the
house." She eyed him suspiciously. "Say, don't you have somewhere
you've got to be? Work you've got to catch up on or something?"
    "Naw. No work until tomorrow, sweetums, when
I hitch up with my counterpart from Interpol. I told you how I'll
be working with him in the art theft squad—"
    But she didn't hear. She'd already slammed
the door and started the shower, and water was crashing down full
blast.
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    High above Fifth Avenue, Dina Goldsmith awoke
with the feeling that something had changed overnight, and
momentarily wondered what it might be. Lying in her extravagantly
draped fantasy of a Venetian bed, she frowned up at the Fortuny
canopy while trying to shake off the foggy remnants of sleep. What
had changed? she wondered.
    Then it hit her.
    Sitting bolt upright, she stretched
luxuriously. What a beautiful day this was! How could she have
forgotten? Overnight, she had become the Queen of Manhattan Island!
That's what had changed!
    Was it really, truly possible? Perhaps if she
pinched herself . . .
    She would have tweaked her arm were it not
for the thick, cumbersome mittens she wore to