“Who’s the girl?’ he asked suddenly and Gaston raised his head, frowning. A couple of the other men in the room joined Schwartz, murmuring appreciatively.
Gaston followed their gaze and his faced darkened as he saw Jan with the children, laughing and playing on the grass beside an inflated pool, oblivious to the greedy stares of the men in the room. The maids stood by, smiling as Jan knelt, with her daughter clasped in her arms. The sight of the lovely young woman sitting back on her heels in the sun, her skimpy shorts and wet T-shirt, straining across her body, her head thrown back and laughing, was leaving every man in the room drooling. She looked like a pin up girl with her long hair flowing down her back, breasts thrust forward in unconscious abandon.
Rising abruptly, Gaston limped across the room, and hollered for Beatrice. His startled security people came to the door as he issued terse orders and went back inside. From the window he watched the smile fading from Jan’s face as the housekeeper trotted over and conveyed his message. Jan’s startled face turned to the darkened windows of his room and she hastily bent to gather her children, unaware that she was giving the men a glimpse of her delicious cleavage. As the small procession disappeared into the house, Schwartz turned to Gaston and said, ’The kids…yours?.’