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entin。 In turn； this almost certainly meant that Janus； by now； would have his sights on Bond； the tethered sacrificial goat。
He executed a fast racing turn and streaked through the water； breathing naturally and swimming with ease。 He felt good。 He felt even better as he emerged at the end of the pool close to the columned entrance to the big steam bath。 The clouds of steam were moving； wafting； reforming as though a ghost had passed through。
Someone； he thought； had taken the bait and lurked within the steam。 Time to open his pores and steep himself within that same steam。
He climbed out of the pool； shook himself； picking up the towel he had left at this end； rubbing it through his hair as he moved towards the archway and into the dense cloud； heading towards the alcove where he had left his robe。
Instinct was everything now。 Someone else was here； in this place。 Quite near and lurking with some unholy intent。
He felt the presence though he could not see； then the large pillar came out of the mist； just to his left。 He had to pass it to get to his clothes； so he danced to the right； away from the pillar； his head turning left； eyes peering through what could just as easily have been dense cloud or smoke。
He knew； from a hundred experiences of surveillance work； from the countless times he had been a target； and the dozens of times he had searched for a target of his own。 He turned left and pounced forward； going low in case his adversary carried a knife。 A knife would be the weapon of choice in this kind of situation。
As his hand shot out； he felt his fingers touch flesh； then his entire hand was clasped around another human wrist
He jerked forwards and downwards； dragging whoever it was into the relatively clear air of the alcove where he had left his things。
Xenia Onatopp stood facing him； holding a towel in front of her。
A twist of her wrist and she was off balance and sprawled on the floor as Bond dived for his pistol； wrapped in the robe which lay on the small slatted bench。
By the time he turned； she had clambered to her feet。
She smiled and slowly allowed the towel to drop from her body。
Even though he sensed grave danger； Bond blinked the sweat from his eyes。 Xenia naked was every man's fantasy of the perfect woman。
〃You don't need the gun； mander。〃 Her voice was throaty； almost pleading。
〃That depends on your definition of。 safe sex； Ms Onatopp。〃 She moved towards him。 Two paces。
〃That's close enough。〃
〃Not for what I have in mind。 She kept ing； lifting her hands to cradle his head。 A second later she was kissing him as though she were preparing to slake an unquenchable thirst
He was unable to resist； her passion was so deep and almost violent。 Slowly he pulled her back and； bending his knees； replaced the gun on top of his robe before he began to wind himself around her。
Then； in the deepest of kisses； she bit down hard on his lip。 He tried to disengage himself and reach back for the pistol； but she caught him behind the knees with one leg and the ground fell out from under him。
This time she was on him like a lioness； ripping at his bathing trunks； tearing them from him； straddling him and whispering； 〃James； are you going to hurt me？ Please； hurt me if you have to。〃 He struggled； but his body was at odds with his mind。
For what seemed to be a long time； they wrestled in an erotic sliding and slithering of wet flesh upon wet naked flesh。 Panting。
Groaning。 Grunting； like two animals； for this is what it was about； the animal instincts of two beasts。
Finally he was on top of her and could feel himself sliding and thrusting into her while she goaded him on …〃Hurt me； James。 When are you going to hurt me？〃 Somewhere in the back of his head he recalled Shakespeare's definition of this … making the beast with two backs。
Appropriate。 Then； the tiny alarm rang in his mind。
He knew they were not alone； and at that moment； Xenia's legs slid around his upper body； pressing on his rib cage。 He remembered the broken body of Admiral Farrel back in Monte Carlo a thousand years ago。
He turned his head slightly； starting to fight back as his eyes glanced at his watch and he saw a shape ing out of the steam； just reflected in the crystal。
Xenia Onatopp was squeezing harder now； her feet right up behind his neck； her thigh muscles tightening and relaxing。
〃Oh； yes；' she breathed。 〃Yes Yes。。。 Yes。
He caught her as her legs relaxed slightly； shifting for a tighter grip。 Quickly he used his own body to counteract her scissors hold； flipped over； taking her body with him then； sliding his feet under her； he kicked so that she was forced away； shooting backwards over his head。 Her body was airborne for a moment； flying with a bination of her own force and Bond's retaliation。 Her heels caught the approaching man straight in the mouth； and he let out a gurgle as blood spouted from his nose and lips。
With a flick of his arm； Bond pushed Xenia out of the way and hammered the would…be assailant in the face。
The man's feet left the ground for a second and he smashed against the wall with a crunch that made Bond wince。
He turned。 〃No。 No。。。 No。。。 No。 Stay just where you are； Xenia；' the gun once more in his hand。 〃We've had enough foreplay。 Now； tell me who sent you and your poor oaf of a friend？〃
〃Who do you think？' 〃I'd bet on Janus。〃
〃Well； your bet would pay off at a hundred to one。 Of course； Janus。〃
〃Take me to him； then。〃 She relaxed for a second。 〃Just as you are； or will you meet him with clothes on？〃 She said they would meet in Statue Park； then went on to explain what Statue Park really was； going into a lot of details。 Bond pretended he was hearing all this for the first time。
She did the monologue lying on his bed； her hands and feet tied with two of his own neckties； a third linking the hands and the feet。
Trussed up like a chicken。
Even in her surly mood she had tried to make a joke about knowing that he must like bondage。 He had put on his robe and found her clothes； an old pair of jeans and a shirt which she wore under a robe she had obviously brought down to the spa。 They had gone up to his floor in the lift； very close to one another； for he had a restraining lock on one arm and his automatic jammed into her ribs。 He finished dressing； then untied her 〃OK； take me to him。
She drove and Bond kept the pistol in view to discourage her from doing anything stupid。 So； finally they pulled up at the extraordinary pile of broken and discarded icons。
The outward and visible signs of a political ideology which may or may not be finished。
〃This is it？〃
〃Yes。〃 Any trace of the former sexually charged Xenia had disappeared。
〃Well； my dear； I've had a lovely evening。 Was it good for you？〃
〃The pleasure was all yours。
〃Please understand if I don't call you。〃
〃I'm not going to lose any sleep over that。〃 He shifted in his seat； and for a second she must have thought he was going to kiss her。 Instead his left hand came down