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They drove on to Mayfair. As the car was approaching Grosvenor Square, where Daisy and Eva were living, Jimmy told the chauffeur: "Just stop at the corner, please." Then he said quietly to Lloyd: "I say, Williams, would you mind taking Miss Peshkov to the door, and I'll follow with Fraulein Rothmann in half a minute?"
"Of course." Jimmy wanted to kiss Eva good night in
the car, obviously. Boy would know nothing about it: he was snoring. The chauffeur would pretend to be oblivious in the expectation of a tip.
Lloyd got out of the car and handed Daisy out. When she grasped his hand he got a thrill like a mild electric shock. He took her arm and they walked slowly along the pavement. At the midpoint between two streetlamps, where the light was dimmest, Daisy stopped. "Let's give them time," she said.
Lloyd said: "I'm so glad Eva has a paramour."
"Me, too."
He took a breath. "I can't say the same about you and Boy Fitzherbert."
"He got me presented at court!" Daisy said. "And I danced with the king in a nightclub--it was in all the American newspapers."
"And that's why you're courting him?" Lloyd said incredulously.
"Not only. He likes all the things I do--parties and racehorses and beautiful clothes. He's such fun! He even has his own airplane."
"None of that means anything," Lloyd said. "Give him up. Be my girlfriend instead."
She looked pleased, but she laughed. "You're crazy," she said. "But I like you."
"I mean it," he said desperately. "I can't stop thinking about you, even though you're the last person in the world I should marry."
She laughed again. "You say the rudest things! I don't know why I talk to you. I guess I think you're nice under your clumsy manners."
"I'm not really clumsy--only with you."
"I believe you. But I'm not going to marry a penniless socialist."
Lloyd had opened his heart only to be charmingly rejected, and now he felt miserable. He looked back at the Daimler. "I wonder how long they're going to be," he said disconsolately.
Daisy said: "I might kiss a socialist, though, just to see what it's like."
For a moment he did not react. He assumed she was speaking theoretically. But a girl would never say something like that theoretically. It was an invitation. He had almost been stupid enough to miss it.
He moved closer, putting his hands on her small waist. She tilted her face up, and her beauty took his breath away. He bent his head and kissed her mouth softly. She did not close her eyes, and neither did he. He felt tremendously aroused, staring into her blue eyes as he moved his lips against hers. She opened her mouth slightly, and he touched her parted lips with the tip of his tongue. A moment later he felt her tongue respond. She was still looking at him. He was in paradise, and he wanted to stay locked in this embrace for all eternity. She pressed her body to his. He had an erection, and he was embarrassed in case she might feel it, so he eased back--but she pushed forward again, and he understood, looking into her eyes, that she wanted to feel his penis pressed against her soft body. The realization heated him unbearably. He felt as if he was going to ejaculate, and it occurred to him that she might even want him to.
Then he heard the door of the Daimler open, and Jimmy Murray speaking with slightly unnatural loudness, as if giving a warning. Lloyd broke the embrace with Daisy.
"Well," she murmured in a surprised tone, "that was an unexpected pleasure."
Lloyd said hoarsely: "More than a pleasure."
Then Jimmy and Eva were beside them, and they all walked to the door of Mrs. Peshkov's house. It was a grand building with steps up to a covered porch. Lloyd wondered if the porch might give shelter enough for another kiss, but as they climbed the steps the door was opened from the inside by a man in evening dress, probably the butler Lloyd had spoken to earlier. How glad he was that he had made that phone call!
The two girls said good night demurely, giving no hint that only seconds ago they had both been locked in passionate embraces; then the door closed and they were gone.
Lloyd and Jimmy went back down the steps.
"I'm going to walk from here," Jimmy said. "Shall I tell the chauffeur to drive you back to the East End? You must be three or four miles from home. And Boy won't care--he'll sleep until breakfast time, I should think."
"That's thoughtful of you, Murray, and I appreciate it; but, believe it or not, I feel like walking. Lots to think about."
"As you wish. Good night, then."
"Good night," said Lloyd, and, with his mind in a whirl and his erection slowly deflating, he turned east and headed for home.
