woman. She stood there for the next twenty minutes before she made up her
mind.
Blomkvist was reading a novel by Sara Paretsky when he heard the door handle
turn and looked up to see Salander. She had a sheet wrapped round her body and
stood in the doorway for a moment.
“You OK?” he said.
She shook her head.
“What is it?”
She went over to his bed, took the book, and put it on the bedside table. Then she
bent down and kissed him on the mouth. She quickly got into his bed and sat
looking at him, searching him. She put her hand on the sheet over his stomach.
When he did not protest she leaned over and bit him on the nipple.
Blomkvist was flabbergasted. He took her shoulders and pushed her away a little so
that he could see her face.
“Lisbeth...I don’t know if this is such a good idea. We have to work together.”
“I want to have sex with you. And I won’t have any problem working with you, but I
will have a hell of a problem with you if you kick me out.”
“But we hardly know each other.”
She laughed, an abrupt laugh that sounded almost like a cough.
“You’ve never let anything like that stand in your way before. In fact, as I didn’t say
in my background report, you’re one of these guys who can’t keep his hands off
women. So what’s wrong? Aren’t I sexy enough for you?”
Blomkvist shook his head and tried to think of something clever to say. When he
couldn’t she pulled the sheet off him and sat astride him.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he said.