Bennett Saville is sexy. At the peak of his career, the English star of stage and screen is everything a woman might desire, as fiancée Cassandra Wallace well knows. Together they’ve seen the world, from L.A. to Shangri La, yet shadows persist even in the spotlight. At home they face lust, greed, and ghosts from their pasts—and that’s off stage. There is also “The Val”. The aged London theatre holds a mystery four centuries old, cast in starlight and waiting to be revealed. Intensely personal, impossibly passionate, the play must go on…and Cassie and Bennett must face it together.
Excerpt (Chapter One):
Bennett Saville
stood at the window of his hotel room looking out over the Hengduan Mountains
surrounding the mystical town of Shangri La in Tibet. He’d been there nearly
six weeks now filming his new movie, and had yet to tire of the view of the
valley and the towering mountains that seemed to surround the hotel like a
massive rock shield. The October sun shone down on the valley and the green
fields surrounding the hotel.
Across the river
in the distance he could see the small figures of farmers as they went about
their business. Small white forms of sheep were speckled like popcorn about the
grassy hills. He sighed, stretching his lanky frame, wincing as his muscles
protested against the activity.
The day’s
filming had taken its toll on him, not least of which was his backside from
sitting on a mule most of the day. The mule had not particularly taken to him.
He supposed wryly that when two immoveable and stubborn objects met there was
bound to be some friction. He turned as someone swore behind him, and saw his
fiancée, Cassie Wallace, struggling under the weight of her now packed suitcase
as she manoeuvred it off the bed. She strained to pull the suitcase over to the
door where it would wait to be taken down by the hotel porters in the morning.
He observed her
with raised eyebrows. Despite his suggestion that she get a suitcase with wheels,
she’d insisted on taking her tried and trusted old green one -the one with no
wheels and which in itself was a fair weight even without the mountain of
clothes inside it.
Cassie muttered
as she gave the case one final kick in annoyance and looked up at him. Her eyes
challenged him to say something, anything. He turned away with a hidden smile.
She flopped down
onto the bed and groaned. “I can’t believe we have to leave tomorrow.”
She opened her
arms and spread them out behind her, her t –shirt straining at the move and
showing the generous curves beneath. Seeing Bennett’s predatory look, she
hastily sat up again lest he get any ideas about pouncing on her. They were due
downstairs for their last lunch together with the rest of the cast and crew in about
five minutes.
“I thought you
were looking forward to getting home?” Bennett said. “You’ve been itching to
get back to business. That phone of yours hasn’t stopped since we left London.”
He sat down on the bed beside her, his green
eyes observing her, admiring her tanned skin from the sunshine of the Tibetan
summer and the small freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Her
strawberry blonde hair, worn long but now even longer past her shoulders, had
streaks of gold where the sun had bleached it.
All in all, he
thought the six weeks holiday she’d had whilst he was filming had done her
good. After the events of the last twenty one month’s together, it was good to
see her looking so perky, healthy and downright sexy.
She nodded. “I
know. I am. It’s just that it’s so peaceful here. I know you’ve been filming
but I’ve never seen you look so relaxed either. This trip has been good for
both of us.”
He regarded at
her ruefully. “What with all the past events, you and your car accident, Eric’s
death, Mum’s psychotic episode and you landing up in hospital again and that
bloody Laura woman stalking me, I’m surprised we’re not both basket cases.”
She sighed. “I
can’t believe our Tibet trip is nearly over. I know when you get back you’ll be
busy filming in the London studios- Waverly is it?”
Bennett nodded.
“It’s a huge and very sophisticated studio in Chalk Farm. It’ll be great seeing
how the rest of the film comes together there.”
“Perhaps,
Bennett, when we get home, I might be able to convince you not to fall asleep
with such regularity at your desk.” Cassie said drily.
He grinned. Whilst he’d been in Tibet, many
were the nights he’d fallen asleep in front of his laptop, his script open,
various research websites being bookmarked and copious notes in his untidy,
almost illegible scrawl in the margins of his script. He knew it drove Cassie
to distraction.
“You know me,
Cass. I’m a little obsessive.”
Cassie stared at
him in amusement. “A little? Bennett, you disappear in the middle of the night
to God knows where, for hours on end, stalking about talking to yourself and
looking like a crazy person.”
He smiled,
knowing this to be true.
Cassie continued
her diatribe. “You wander up into the
mountains, down by the river and I never quite know where I’m going to find you
or when you’ll be back. It can be quite dangerous out there.”
He shrugged.
“When the muse is on me, Cass, I can’t help it. I need to get things perfect or
it doesn’t work for me.”
“That’s all well
and good, sweetheart, but if you hadn’t noticed, ignoring me doesn’t make me go
away. And you can be such an autocrat. It’s your way or no way.”
He raised his
eyebrows at her. “An autocrat? Cassie, that’s a bit cruel.”
Bennett grinned
at the exasperated face of his fiancée. “I
guess we should be getting downstairs for lunch. I was planning on an afternoon
siesta with you but judging from the sound your stomach is making, I imagine
you’re hungry again. I can’t make love to a starving woman. It’s too
distracting.”
He stood up and
reached out a hand to her. She took it as she stood up and they walked out of
the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Downstairs in
the outside courtyard the lunch buffet was in full swing. The full cast and
crew of Lost Horizon were helping themselves to a spread of both Chinese and
Tibetan local fare including roasted yak which Cassie hadn’t wanted to try.
Bennett found it delicious. But despite that, Cassie refused to taste it. He
acknowledged that neither of them had developed the taste for the local butter
tea.
Mingmei Cheng,
Bennett’s co- star and love interest in the film, smiled when she saw them,
wandering over to join them. She was stunningly beautiful, a slim exotic
Mandarin woman with long black hair and small hands that waved like butterflies
when she talked. Bennett was well aware
that the one part about the making of the film Cassie couldn’t get used to were
the on-camera love scenes and intimate moments between him and Mingmei.
Although
John managed them tastefully and there was only what was needed on show,
nothing
gratuitous, he knew she still couldn’t bear to watch Bennett and Mingmei
together in that way.
“Most of the
time you’re half naked.” she’d grumbled when they’d talked about it recently.
He’d smiled at
her discomfort. “Cassie, mostly I have my shirt off. My pants and everything
else are still on for most of the scenes. And when they’re not, well, there’s
not really any contact. Honest.”
She’d scowled.
“Well, I still don’t like watching it. Mingmei is so beautiful and tiny and it
just looks wrong when she has her hands all over your bare chest. Sometimes I
want to scratch her porcelain face. That makes me a really bad person,
Bennett.”
It hadn’t helped
that he’d chuckled loudly at her comments.
“You jealous harpy. You know I’m acting. I promise.”
Seeing them now, Mingmei smiled at them
sweetly. “Bennett, Cassie,” she said
softly in her lilting dialect. “I’m glad you decided to join us. I thought
perhaps you might be having a siesta.” She smiled slyly.
Bennett smiled,
watching Cassie’s face flush instantly. He did tend to have a proclivity
towards afternoon ‘siestas’ with her when he could get them and it appeared the
whole crew knew about them
“No, we were
hungry and looking forward to lunch. I shall miss all of this when we get
home.” Cassie waved a hand around at the
tables laden with food.
Bennett looked
at her with raised eyebrows “The way you’ve been eating whilst we’ve been here
I shall have to employ you your very own chef when we get home to keep you
stocked up on Kung Pao chicken and roast pig.”
He frowned
worriedly. “Actually, thinking about it, I think we should call the airport and
pay to increase our baggage allowance. We might need to offset it against the
extra weight in the plane when you get in.”
Cassie punched
him hard in the arm making sure her knuckle was extended. He yelped and rubbed
his arm but the smile didn’t leave his face. Mingmei watched on with amusement.
“You bastard!”
Cassie hissed. “I can’t believe you just said that to me.”
Bennett realised
he’d perhaps overstepped the boundary. Cassie was sensitive about the fact that
she was older than him and always told him she had to work harder to keep her
figure in shape. He loved it just the way it was.
He pulled her
close, planting a kiss on top of her head. “You look wonderful to me, Cassie,
just the way you are. I love your curves.”
She wasn’t
mollified by his words, glaring at him fiercely. She was stopped from
responding as John Lammington came up and slapped Bennett on the back.
“Bennett! Glad
you could join us. We thought you’d gone for a lie down. I thought you might
have been a bit stiff after riding that crazy animal this morning.”
He winked at
Cassie who felt her face blush red. The double entendre was not lost on anyone.
Mingmei looked down, smiling.
Bennett chuckled
softly as Cassie went even redder. “No,
no siesta. The woman needed feeding again.”
He made sure to
stay out of the way of Cassie’s fist as he wandered over to the table to pile a
plate with food. Cassie muttered a rude but very audible swear word at him
under her breath, making sure she piled her plate high. She sat next to Bennett
at the long communal table. He was amused at her defiant stand.
“So, Bennett.
Looking forward to getting back to London and the dreary October weather?” John
took a swig of the local Lhasa beer he was partial to.
Bennett
shrugged. “I’ve enjoyed it here. It’s been an incredible experience. But Dylan
is chomping at the bit to get his latest production up and running. He opens in
December and needs some help. So I’ll be giving him a hand at the Val in
between filming the rest of Lost.” He looked at John wryly. “Assuming I have
any free time at all, that is. You can be a real slave driver.”
The Val as it
was lovingly known, real name the Valedictorian, was the theatre that Bennett,
Cassie and Dylan owned in London. Bennett had given Cassie thirty five percent
of his shares when they got engaged last year. He’d thought it was the perfect
engagement gift. He knew she loved the ambience, the quirkiness, camaraderie
and drama that went on there.
John chuckled.
“Now, Bennett. That coming from one perfectionist to another.” John helped
himself to another beer. “Isn’t Dylan’s play some sort of musical about some
Australian lady gang?”
Bennett nodded.
“It’s about the Razor Gang wars in the mid nineteen twenties in Sydney. He’s
done a hell of a job in getting something like that into a musical, but I think
it works.”
John grinned. “I
understand you aren’t contributing to the stage show. Not your ‘cup of
tea’.” He mocked Bennett’s accent.
Bennett shook
his head ruefully. “I’m not fond of singing in public and I’m not the greatest
dancer. I’ll stick with drama rather than make a fool of myself trying to belt
out a tune.”
“I can vouch for
that statement,” muttered Cassie. Bennett saw she was still unforgiving about
the weight comment. “Bennett has a tendency to be very noisy when he’s trying
to sing Pavarotti in the shower.”
“But I do have
other talents you like in the shower, sweetheart.” Bennett regarded her lazily,
not wanting to be outdone. He sniggered as Cassie once again blushed pink.
John gave a
great laugh. “You two really keep us all amused with your bickering, you know
that? It’s been like having two teenagers on set.”
He stood up.
“Well, packing beckons. I still have a ton of things to sort out before we
leave tomorrow afternoon.” He looked gloomy.
“I suppose we’ll be taking that dodgy tour bus to the local airport and
then flying to Lhasa Airport for the flight home. It’s going to be a long
couple of days to get home.”
John hadn’t
enjoyed the bus ride to the hotel, having white knuckled it all the way due to
the driver’s fairly erratic driving narrowly missing the long drops over the
side of the mountains. He sighed. “See you kids later.”
Bennett sat back
in his chair, closing his eyes, enjoying the rays of the sun on his face.
Hearing a little voice beside him, he
opened his eyes to see little Soong Li, the daughter of one of the Hotel
Managers, smiling shyly at Cassie as she held out a small carved wooden bird.
Cassie smiled at
her as she sat up. “Hello Soong Li. This is beautiful. Is it for me?” She
leaned over and took the small bird gently from the child’s outstretched hand.
“Did you make this yourself?”
The little girl
nodded. “I want you to take it back home with you.” she said in slightly broken
English. “To remind you of me and Shangri La.”
Cassie often
took the child on her travels with her, mule riding, climbing the nearby
mountains and wading down in the river collecting any item of interest the pair
could find. The little girl had taken a shine to Cassie and was constantly
fascinated by the colour of her hair and the freckles appearing on her face.
Bennett watched
the two together now, seeming so comfortable with each other. Cassie couldn’t
have any children of her own. She’d been unable to do so even before his mother
had attacked Cassie one evening and injured her so badly that it had simply
cemented the fact that Cassie would never be a mother.
The closest
they’d get would be Bennett’s five year old nephew, Sean, who lived with
Bennett’s father at the family home. Bennett and Cassie enjoyed taking him out
on the occasional day out but were always glad to see him home to Edward’s.
Cassie hugged
the child and Soong Li ran off to join her friends playing nearby. She looked
over at Bennett, smiling. “If you’re
finished stuffing your face, I suppose we could go for a walk down by the
river. It’ll be the last chance we get.”
He extended his
arm to her and they walked out of the hotel courtyard into the dusty road
leading down to the river. It was quiet, the clouds settling low upon the
horizon and the warm breeze slightly unsettling Cassie’s hair, causing it to
blow across her face.
She brushed it
back absentmindedly as she walked. “Have
you spoken to Sean recently?”
Bennett was in
the habit of calling his nephew with an update on how many yaks he had seen,
what the stupid mule had done next and generally painting a vivid picture for
the child of what it was like to be in Shangri La.
Bennett nodded.
“I spoke to him last night. Apparently he’d had a bad day at school, some kid
pinched his lunch and when Sean found out, he punched him in the nose. Mary had
to go down to the school and placate them.”
He grinned. “I’d say he’s definitely a Saville.”
Cassie kissed
him affectionately on the chin. “Given his uncle’s temper, it sounds like the
fruit hasn’t fallen far from the tree albeit a little removed.”
Bennett’s temper
was legendary, something he sometimes struggled to control. The last year had
certainly tested this to the limit. More than once Cassie had found herself
having to defuse him.
They’d reached
the river now, sitting down on the grassy bank, taking off their shoes and
planting their feet in the cool running water.
“Did you ever
think we’d be where we are now?” asked Bennett suddenly. “I mean sitting here
together in Shangri La in Tibet. Sometimes it all seems rather surreal.” He
glanced at Cassie as she watched the water run over her feet.
“You know I
believe things happen for a reason.” she said slowly. “Everything has a
purpose. I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing now than sitting here
with you in this magical place. January last year I was just plain Cassie
Wallace. Now I’m Cassie Wallace, fiancée with a young, filthy rich, sexy man in
her bed. Who could possibly have seen that coming?”
She leaned over
and kissed him. He pulled her towards her and the kiss grew deeper and more
intense. Bennett wound his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer,
enjoying the feel of her warm body and the sunshine on his back. After a few hot and heavy moments they pulled
apart.
“I think it’s
time for that siesta.” Cassie said huskily, running her fingers down his chest,
pausing on his flat stomach and slipping her hands under his loose shirt.
He drew a breath
as her hands found the warm skin beneath. “I certainly don’t think we should
carry on here, we have an audience.” he murmured, kissing her ear, his tongue
darting in and out causing her to shiver.
Cassie looked up
in panic and Bennett chuckled. “There’s no one watching, Cassie. I mean that
lot over there.” He pointed to where a half a dozen curious yaks were
congregating by the river bank, observing them through large brown eyes. Cassie
giggled when she saw them.
“Whilst I could
quite gladly ravish you here and now, I don’t relish the thought of doing so
with them watching me. I don’t like competition.” Bennett stood up, picking up
his shoes.
Cassie did the
same and together they walked back up to the hotel. The lobby was fairly quiet.
Everyone was probably in their rooms packing for tomorrow’s early get away.
Their hotel room was cool and the breeze wafted in through the open windows.
No sooner had
they closed the door, than Bennett pulled Cassie towards him, his mouth finding
hers again, his tongue running its way across her top lip and finally finding
its way into her mouth.
She pressed
against him, her hands wrapped tightly around his neck, her hands buried in his
curly auburn hair. His mouth moved away from hers, down her throat to the swell
of her breasts. He felt her nipples harden as he kissed them, his tongue
lightly teasing them through her t-shirt. She raised her arms and he slipped
off the t-shirt. She wore nothing underneath. He undid her jeans and they fell
to the floor as he slipped her panties down her legs. She was naked now,
pressing herself against him with an urgency he could feel.
“God, Bennett,”
she groaned. “How can you still do this to me? I never get tired of you.”
“Ditto.” he
whispered, watching as she unzipped his chinos and undressed him. He heard her
give a hiss of satisfaction at what she found. She pulled him over to the bed,
her movements urgent and desperate, lying down, desperate to get closer to him.
He continued his
body tasting, kissing the inside of her thighs, up her stomach to her breasts
again, finally to her mouth. She stroked him as he sighed in pleasure. Her
hands moved across his back down to his backside and back up again. Bennett’s
fingers softly stroked her where the sensation was incredible and he felt her
tremble and moan softly. He kept her waiting, teasing her until she ground her
mouth into his.
She moaned.
“God, Bennett, now, I can’t wait.”
He raised
himself above her, watching her face as he slowly filled her, hearing her groan
of pleasure and feeling the intense sensation himself as she clenched her inner
muscles around him and rocked beneath him. Her nails scratched his back and he
winced in anticipation, remembering a previous love making session where she
had almost torn him to pieces.
She remembered
too and gasped, “I promise I won’t damage you, Bennett, not like last time.”
He thrust harder
into her as they both felt the rising explosion between them and when it
arrived, they cried out and shuddered, their mouths grinding together as they
reached their peak and collapsed, satiated for the moment, into a heap of limbs
on the bed.
“Jesus, Bennett,
sex with you just gets better and better every time. Are you sure you’re not
practising with anyone else in your spare time?” Cassie leaned over to kiss his
nose.
He pretended to
consider that before answering. “Not unless you count the ladies at the coffee
house near the theatre, the all night strip club or the Woman’s League ladies.
Other than them I have to say you’re the only other one.”
“Do you think we
are sex addicts like everyone seems to think?” asked Cassie seriously, causing
Bennett to splutter with laughter.
“Cassie, I
hardly think a healthy sexual relationship like ours is a sign of addiction.
And if it is then I’m all for it.” He leaned over, kissing her again. “I can’t
help it that I have this amazingly sexy and beautiful woman who just can’t get
enough of me. It’s just you being Cassie that does it for me.”
She cuddled into
him. “What about when I’m old and wrinkly and my boobs sag? Will you still want
me then?”
Bennett tried to
be careful how he answered this one. He knew Cassie was still a little insecure
about their age difference.
He pulled her
closer, stroking her back and nuzzling her hair. “I’ll be growing older too, Cass. Hell, I’ll
be forty next year. Who knows, my equipment could stop working and then where
would you be? You’d have to trade me
in for a younger model. It’s all relative.” He kissed her tenderly. “I love
you, silly woman. Isn’t that enough for now?”
“I suppose.” She
didn’t sound convinced but it was the best he could do.
He sighed and
stood up. “I’m going to go take a shower. I think we’re all meeting for drinks
at eight tonight.”
He disappeared
into the bathroom. She joined him a few minutes later and managed to convince
both of them beyond any doubt that his equipment was definitely still working.
Friday night:
performed some boylesque. For me, he was the highlight. He was very funny, sexy and totally bonkers. Our table laughed, cheered, whistled and whooped throughout, and also very much enjoyed Stefan, a rather attractive young man who was dragged onto the stage and made into the partner of a Russian ballerina – who happened to be a man. For the sake of brevity, I’ll just say this was a night full of friendship, giggles and fun. And Kay Jaybee with her first shot – a Butterball, which was delicious.
After feeding our faces, we headed back to the hotel and nattered until almost one in the morning. Which leads me to…
Sunday:
