‘What is it you actually want?’

 Laszlo glanced round the carpeted bathroom. That depended, he thought, on what was being offered. Happiness was as good a bribe as any, but he didn’t think that was what Mrs Upton-Palmer, in her dishevelled fancy dress, had in mind. Or at least, not first up. He locked the door, placed one finger on her naked shoulder, then traced a slow path down the slender length of her arm, to the briefcase chained to her wrist. 

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