Chapter 6
Eva Bronson had had a lovely day with Professor Rockwell. They had played golf and swam, had a light lunch on the patio of the hotel, watching the surge break endlessly on the golden sands and then played some more golf. Finally they had gone into the bar for a cocktail.
The young wife had checked her room to see if her husband Jerry had returned but he hadn't. I wonder where he is, she pondered but she didn't give it too much thought, she was having such a good time with Professor Rockwell, or Henry as he had begged her to call him that she wanted it to go on for as long as possible. This was the kind of day she had dreamed she would spend with Jerry. In a way the vacation had been a failure, it certainly hadn't brought them any closer together, in fact they seemed to have grown further and further apart as each day passed on the Island.
She had changed into a little silk cocktail dress, it was ice blue in color and matched her eyes perfectly. It wasn't too low cut, just enough to reveal her delicious cleavage, nipped in at the waist and flared out. It was a modest yet beautiful dress and Eva looked like a dream in it, her long blond hair waving prettily to her shoulders.
Henry Rockwell rose from his seat as Eva approached him in the cocktail bar. God! she's a gorgeous woman, he thought to himself, Jerry Bronson is a fool to neglect her. Still, she obviously had some sexual problems that she needs to iron out. If she would melt a little, she'd be the hottest woman on record.
Eva ordered a whisky sour, it was so relaxing to be with Henry Rockwell, he made one feel so comfortable, she thought contentedly to herself.
"If your husband doesn't mind, do you think we could play golf tomorrow," Henry Rockwell asked quietly, knowing full well that Jerry Bronson would be tied up with Tina again the following day, if Tina had anything to do with it.
"I could ask him, why don't you give me a call in the morning," Eva said modestly, secretly pleased that the Professor wanted to spend another day with her. It had been so long since a man had given her any attention at all, she was basking in it.
Several drinks later Eva found herself suddenly wanting to talk with Henry about her father. She didn't exactly tell him what had happened to her when she was a child but she did intimate to him that she had had some sort of horrifying sexual experience that had marked her for life.
Henry Rockwell was overjoyed that Eva had confided in him at all, she wouldn't give him any details but she had at least told him something very personal about herself, something that obviously had a lot to do with her frigidity. He was thrilled when she allowed him to hold her hand, even for one moment, the feel of her cool skin on his sent thrilling tingles of sensual pleasure up and down his spine. Eva Bronson was exactly the kind of woman that Professor Rockwell liked, well educated, refined, a little on the cool side. It was always his pleasure to warm them up a little, from his experience he had found that the iceberg types were the hottest, once they were defrosted!