CHAPTER 6
Grabbing a white towel from the towel rack Max paused by a mirror and admired his physique. He was muscular and had a face that resembled Elvis. He was attractive and knew it. He spent hours at the gym pounding the machines for that very reason; why Olivia put up with him was a different matter.
“Olivia must still be needy- it makes it so much easier,” he said checking his face for blemishes.
Max glanced at his phone, he had to call her. He glanced across the room and launched himself onto the bed. He dialled the hotel operator and offered Olivia’s number for connection, “charge the call to my business account please.”
Olivia’s answering machine clicked on. Max frowned, paused, and then cleared his throat. “Good morning darling. Well I hope you are doing okay with the art work and the hanging of it all. I wish I could be there to support you but you know how these conferences go. Work, work, work! Anyway with regards to you - I bet you can’t wait until all the heavy work is over and the pictures are in place. Knowing you it’ll look fantastic. Anyway lo…ve you and see you when I get back.”
He checked his watch Seven-thirty am and frowned. She can’t have overslept?
He called her mobile. No answer.
He frowned. “Where are you Olivia? You don’t sleep so what are you doing?”
She has to get there, that’s the only way I’ll get my money.
Max studied the phone, “she must have left already,” he said better!
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