She walked through from the Heathrow customs check looking fresh, lithe and with a smile that even a customs official would have to reciprocate. The short skirt swayed with her hips as she spied Nicholas who stood at the gate waiting with a rose in his hand, his head tilted sideways and an uncontained smile at seeing Kelly again. Dropping her small bag she ran and jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around him as he lifted her into the air.<br/><br/>Every time they met it seemed that Nicholas felt more attached. He had never been this close to a person before…she belonged with him. This was going to be a marvellous two weeks…he had great plans that were to begin from that moment. First a limo ride to his estate and then…<br/><br/>It seemed that time flew by during the next four days; there was dinner that night on the terrace, followed by what could only be described as three days of unrelenting love making. It became an introduction to life together for each of them…for partners who had been apart for too long…a physiological need for each other that required immediate satisfaction…a need played out with more than the usual passion displayed during their sexual exploits.<br/><br/>Kelly fulfilled all of Nicholas’ needs, except for some which lingered in the dark recesses of his mind and which he kept firmly locked away. He worked hard to keep these thoughts from encroaching upon the present for fear that they would somehow mar their relationship. He wasn’t going to risk this…not for anything in the world.<br/><br/>The auction day came sooner than he realised. A phone call here and there ensured that everything was on track. He had discovered that Gianna Ford was a bidder and was pleased in a way that he had had the chance to quash her opportunity and steal the prizes from under her nose.  It had been easy for his aids to discover and use a gambling debt to remove Gavin, Gianna’s bidding agent, from the equation.  Under instructions, Gavin would phone her and tell her that he had secured both paintings over the three days.  He then caught a plane to South Africa to work in a hotel owned by Nicholas, all his debts paid in full.  This would keep Gianna at bay while the arrangements were made.  Settlement of the payment and delivery of the paintings would normally take a week so this became simple to execute…and Nicholas enjoyed every moment, hardly able to contain his glee at the thought of Gianna's imminent fury.<br/><br/>When the phone rested back on the table, Nicholas breathed in a sigh of pure contentment. He had the paintings secured.<em>Fuck you Gianna!</em><br/><br/>"Frances! Where are you?"<br/>