From Ian Fleming's "From Russia with Love"
CHAPTER 20
(Of Tatiana Romanova, in Bond's suite in Instanbul.)
There was a long body under the single sheet. Brown hair was spread out on the pillow. The tips of fingers showed, holding the sheet up over the face. Lower down the breasts stood up like hills under snow.
Bond laughed shortly. He leaned forward and gave the hair a soft tug. There was a squeak of protest from under the sheet. Bond sat down on the edge of the bed. After a moment’s silence a corner of the sheet was cautiously lowered and one large blue eye inspected him . . She was the first to break the silence. “You look just like your photographs,” she blushed again. “But you must put something on. It upsets me.”
“What have you got on?”
She pulled the sheet a fraction lower to show a quarter-inch black velvet ribbon round her neck. “This.”
Bond looked down into the teasing blue eyes, now wide as if asking if the ribbon was inadequate. He felt his body getting out of control.
© 1957 by Glidrose Productions Ltd.