townhouse while you are here instead of staying at the hotel. My other models stay in an apartment complex, or the locals have their own apartments or townhouses. I called a friend of mine to see if there was anything available and she just faxed these over.”
I sat down and started looking through the papers. There were five townhouses around the city available for renting, but only two of them didn’t require a minimum year contract. One was a lovely older two storey townhouse on the other side of the city, three bedrooms, and two baths. The other was a more modern three storey, four bedrooms, three baths and only a couple blocks away. It would save from having to get a car.
I looked up to where Cora was waiting anxiously. I smiled at her. “Thank you Cora. I was actually going to go out and start looking myself today while the kids were working. This saves me a lot of time.”
“My friend said to let her know if you found any you wanted to check out. She is available this morning to take you by them.” I nodded and looked back down at the townhouses I had narrowed it down to. I picked them up and showed Cora.
“I would love to see these two.” She hugged me then went to her desk and made the call.
Two hours later I had the keys to the three storey townhouse within walking distance of Cora’s building, the River Seine and all the other great things that made Paris what it was. I opened the door and walked into the foyer. It was fully furnished, and a lot cheaper than the hotel. The listing agent had left a beautiful vase with flowers and a basket with wine, cheese, and bread on the foyer table. This would be our home for the next few months and I grinned. I needed to get back to the hotel and get everything packed up. I wanted to surprise the kids when they were done for the day.
The hotel wasn’t that far away so I chose to walk the few blocks back. Enjoying the spring weather as I did. There were flowers everywhere in Paris, carts full of them, gardens full of them, window boxes, and small vases on all the outside café tables. I hadn’t unpacked anything more than my toiletries so I was done quickly with my stuff, and then moved to Tyler’s. He hadn’t unpacked any of his clothes either but his laptop, books, and notebooks took a few minutes to gather up. Then I took a few minutes, checking all the drawers of the small dresser and in the bathroom to make sure I didn’t miss anything as well as all the outlets so I didn’t leave without a charger. I carried his bags and book bag out to join my two suitcases before I turned to the one room I dreaded.
I walked to Lily’s room and opened it slowly. We had been in the hotel for five days and by the looks of Lily’s room you would think we had been here a few months. There were clothes thrown on nearly every surface of the room, along with books, notebooks, nail polish, makeup, perfume, jewelry, shoes. I groaned.
“Seriously, Lily? What the hell?” I grumbled and cursed as I worked my way through the room, throwing everything in her suitcases, she could sort it out later. “This is ridiculous, I swear if her father could see this he would have a heart attack.” It had taken me years before I could think like that without succumbing into tears. “She is seriously not too old for an old fashioned spanking damn it.”
I continued to curse my daughter until all five of her suitcases were packed. I called the front desk and asked them to send up a doorman and to call a cab while I went through all Lily’s drawers and checked her outlets as well. I helped the doorman pack the bags on to the trolley, checking around one last time before I followed him out the door and to the elevator where the night before me and Daniel couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I blushed as I remembered how he had felt against me, how his body fit so well against mine, how his large hands held me against the wall, and his strong arms had carried me.
Shaking those
I sat down and started looking through the papers. There were five townhouses around the city available for renting, but only two of them didn’t require a minimum year contract. One was a lovely older two storey townhouse on the other side of the city, three bedrooms, and two baths. The other was a more modern three storey, four bedrooms, three baths and only a couple blocks away. It would save from having to get a car.
I looked up to where Cora was waiting anxiously. I smiled at her. “Thank you Cora. I was actually going to go out and start looking myself today while the kids were working. This saves me a lot of time.”
“My friend said to let her know if you found any you wanted to check out. She is available this morning to take you by them.” I nodded and looked back down at the townhouses I had narrowed it down to. I picked them up and showed Cora.
“I would love to see these two.” She hugged me then went to her desk and made the call.
Two hours later I had the keys to the three storey townhouse within walking distance of Cora’s building, the River Seine and all the other great things that made Paris what it was. I opened the door and walked into the foyer. It was fully furnished, and a lot cheaper than the hotel. The listing agent had left a beautiful vase with flowers and a basket with wine, cheese, and bread on the foyer table. This would be our home for the next few months and I grinned. I needed to get back to the hotel and get everything packed up. I wanted to surprise the kids when they were done for the day.
The hotel wasn’t that far away so I chose to walk the few blocks back. Enjoying the spring weather as I did. There were flowers everywhere in Paris, carts full of them, gardens full of them, window boxes, and small vases on all the outside café tables. I hadn’t unpacked anything more than my toiletries so I was done quickly with my stuff, and then moved to Tyler’s. He hadn’t unpacked any of his clothes either but his laptop, books, and notebooks took a few minutes to gather up. Then I took a few minutes, checking all the drawers of the small dresser and in the bathroom to make sure I didn’t miss anything as well as all the outlets so I didn’t leave without a charger. I carried his bags and book bag out to join my two suitcases before I turned to the one room I dreaded.
I walked to Lily’s room and opened it slowly. We had been in the hotel for five days and by the looks of Lily’s room you would think we had been here a few months. There were clothes thrown on nearly every surface of the room, along with books, notebooks, nail polish, makeup, perfume, jewelry, shoes. I groaned.
“Seriously, Lily? What the hell?” I grumbled and cursed as I worked my way through the room, throwing everything in her suitcases, she could sort it out later. “This is ridiculous, I swear if her father could see this he would have a heart attack.” It had taken me years before I could think like that without succumbing into tears. “She is seriously not too old for an old fashioned spanking damn it.”
I continued to curse my daughter until all five of her suitcases were packed. I called the front desk and asked them to send up a doorman and to call a cab while I went through all Lily’s drawers and checked her outlets as well. I helped the doorman pack the bags on to the trolley, checking around one last time before I followed him out the door and to the elevator where the night before me and Daniel couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I blushed as I remembered how he had felt against me, how his body fit so well against mine, how his large hands held me against the wall, and his strong arms had carried me.
Shaking those
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