Basque Stories

A wicked smile crossed her lips as she felt the admiring, unsolicited stares from the young security guard at the reception desk. The four-inch, sexy heels she’d chosen for today clacked enticingly across the highly polished floor of the building's foyer. Knowing how good her arse looked in the prim yet figure-hugging business suit, she gave it a little wiggle for fun, delighting in teasing the young man whose gaze she co...

The connecting flight into Seattle was on its final approach. Eleven hours down from London to San Francisco, two hours connection for Customs and Immigration, and two further hours on the domestic flight to SeaTac. Not long now. Looking through the window the city skyline illuminated the dark night sky. Travel is always an adventure, and the sights over Greenland were pretty spectacular; electric blue skies, snow covered...

Aaron was only in New York but a week when he first saw her. She was elderly, but she had aged well. Her late husband's wealth had given her a power over aging available to only a few women. She was elegant but could display her disapproval quickly with only a glance or a raised eyebrow. Aaron's gaze had settled on her at a noon-time luncheon with the personnel manager of the New York Symphony.  He had watched her, gently...