Fast and Loose

14

Fred dropped them at Patroon, and they found Dino and Viv waiting for them. “Marisa, you remember Dino and Viv from our dinner in Maine.”

“Of course,” Marisa replied, shaking their hands and sitting.

“I ordered you both a Knob Creek,” Dino said.

“Then it’s a good thing that Marisa is a new convert to bourbon, or I’d have to drink it myself.”

“You’ll get around to it anyway.”

“Marisa,” Viv said, “you spoke so little at our introductory dinner that we hardly got to know you. I’m glad you’re here tonight, so we can make up for that.”

“You are very kind,” Marisa replied.

Their drinks arrived.

“Skoal,” Dino said, and they raised their glasses.

“By the way,” Viv said to Marisa, “I’m personally handling your security, so please call me if there’s something you’d like changed.” She pushed her business card across the table. “Our company name is Strategic Services.”

“Security?” Marisa asked. “What does that mean?”

“People with guns,” Viv replied, “except when you’re with Stone.”

“Do you have a gun?” Marisa asked Stone.

“I do.”

“I don’t see it.”

“It’s cleverly concealed.”

“This is all very un-Swedish,” she replied.

“You’re in New York, not Stockholm,” Viv said. “Sometimes we have to take precautions.”

Stone pushed her drink at her. “It will be easier to tolerate once you’ve had a drink.”

She laughed and took a big swig of the bourbon.

“You see?” Stone said. “She’s thoroughly acclimated.”

“What does this ‘security’ entail, besides men with guns?”

“You, your father and two brothers will have two people each,” Viv said. “I’ve arranged for both of yours to be women — it makes things less tense in the ladies’ room.”

“Also,” Stone said, “except when Fred is driving us, when you leave the clinic you will always travel in a Strategic Services car.”

“Is all this really necessary?”

“We very much hope not,” Viv said, “but we must, in the circumstances, be prepared should it become necessary.”

“For how long?”

“At least until the stock buyout is complete,” Stone said. “Perhaps a bit longer.”

“Is doing business always this dangerous?”

“It’s not about business,” Stone said, “it’s about the ego of one man, a fellow called Erik Macher, who recently took charge of St. Clair Enterprises after the untimely death of Christian St. Clair.”

“Untimely? Does that mean violent?”

“Unfortunately, yes. He opened a package that contained a bomb.”

“Who sent the bomb?”

“It was an integral part of the package and would have been safe, if he had known the procedure for opening it.”

“I’m sorry, none of this makes any sense at all,” Marisa said. “Perhaps we should change the subject.”

“Willingly,” Stone said. “Marisa was brought up in both New York and in Sweden, and she takes the Swedish part to heart, especially about being candid.”

“Are the rumors true about Swedish women?” Dino asked.

Viv kicked him under the table.

“What? I’m just curious.”

“The rumors are all true, Dino,” Marisa said. “But Stone and I have already got over that hump.” She caught herself. “So to speak.”

Everybody laughed, and what with the drinks, all tensions disappeared.

Fred drove them home, and Stone took Marisa up in the elevator to the master suite. “The intervening floors are guest quarters,” Stone explained.

“I hope I’m not being relegated to a guest room.”

“Certainly not!” The elevator door opened and he led her to the master suite.

“Oh, this is very nice! And I get my own dressing room and bath?”

“You do,” Stone said, placing her bag inside.

“Does this mean we can’t undress together?” she asked. “I like watching you undress.”

“You are welcome in my dressing room anytime,” Stone said. “It’s right over there.” He pointed.

She stepped inside her dressing room and undressed, emerging quite naked. “I didn’t bring a nightgown,” she said.

“That’s just fine. I would only have to remove it, anyway.” He stepped into his dressing room and took his clothes off, while she watched approvingly.

“I think we are a good match,” she said. “Everything is the right size — you, me, everything.”

Stone led her to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Let’s see how we fit together.”

And they did.

The following morning she woke him, and they made love before breakfast, then again, afterward.

They lay on their backs, panting and perspiring.

“It’s a good thing you have to go to work,” Stone said. “I’m not sure I could survive your day off.”

She laughed. “You underestimate yourself.”

“You may overestimate me.”

“We shall see.”

When they had dressed, he walked her downstairs and had a good look around the neighborhood, then put her into the waiting Bentley, and Fred drove off with her.

Stone went to his office, through the outside entrance, passing Joan’s desk on the way. “For future reference,” he said, “there are four Dr. Carlssons — Paul, the father; Nihls and Sven, the brothers; and Marisa.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” she said. “I suppose we’ll be seeing a lot of Marisa.”

“We will,” Stone said, then went to his desk and pretended to be an attorney for the rest of the morning.

Shortly before lunch, he got a call from Ed Rawls. “Good morning, Stone.”

“Good morning, Ed.”

“I am reliably informed that news of the counter offer for the stock has reached the ears of Erik Macher — almost as soon as it reached the stockholders.”

“I believe we are ready for him,” Stone said.

“I hope to God you’re right,” Ed said, then hung up.