Christopher Wood: The Spy Who Loved Me

Bond looked at her lovingly. ‘But I don't need looking after. I’m perfectly fit. Right at this moment I feel better than I have ever done. Anyway, I have a housekeeper to look after me.’

‘The woman with the stern black uniform who was putting on her hat to go shopping when I arrived?’ Bond smiled and

nodded. ‘Does she hold a State Nursing Certificate, first class?'

Bond rested his hands on either side of Anya’s slim shoulders. ‘Now you come to mention it, I rather think she does. Sweet, darling Anya. What are you doing here? What about Russia? What about your job?’

She looked up at him and her lips trembled. ‘Let us say I am on holiday. I will tell you all later - much later.’ She began to unbutton her coat.

‘Right.’ Bond’s nostrils flared. ‘I think you know the kind of treatment I need. I’m going to shave. When I come back I’ll expect to find you in bed.’

He went into the bathroom and managed to shave without cutting himself. When he came back, Anya was in bed with a single sheet pulled up to her waist. Her slim, beautiful breasts curved towards him invitingly. Her long fingers rested on her thighs. She looked into his eyes half apologetically. ‘James, you are not the first man that has made love to me.’

Bond’s hard, naked body moved towards the bed and his fingers closed around the sheet. ‘My darling,’ he said. ‘That remains to be seen.’ He came down on her like a hawk.