her up on that hilltop, he had never seen such a
lovely vision.”
Susanna smiled and sat up. She leaned on a
pillow against the headboard and pulled the sheet over her. “Didn’t
the king know what was going on?”
Tomas lay on his side, propped up on one elbow.
“Well, Connla was puzzled. and he asked the fairy maiden who she
was and where she was from. Hearing his son talking into thin air,
the king asked, ‘To whom do you speak?’”
Her eyes widened. “What did Connla say?”
Running a finger over the soft skin of Susanna’s
leg that was outside the sheet, he answered. “He didn’t have to.
The maiden replied.”
Susanna raised her eyebrows.
“The fairy maiden said: ‘I come from the Plains
of Pleasure, where no one grows old. In my world, there is no
strife.’” Tomas ran a finger down the bridge of Susanna’s nose, and
she giggled.
He continued. “‘In my world,’ the maiden said,
‘everyone lives forever in joy. There is no sadness.’” Tomas paused
for effect and watched Susanna’s expression. No sadness is what he
wanted for her. She didn’t deserve to be sad, and he hoped she
wouldn’t be anymore.
She frowned. “Life is not a fairy tale.”
Tomas pulled her down into a warm embrace. “It
is, baby. Maybe a dark one sometimes, I admit.”
She snuggled next to him. “I should sleep. I
have to work tomorrow.”
He realized how little he really knew about her.
“Where do you work?”
“At the Guinness Storehouse.”
“Oh, beer making.”
“Nothing quite so exciting. I just work in the
gift shop.”
Tomas pulled the sheet over them and turned on
his side. Susanna pressed her back to his chest and he kissed the
top of her head. “Sleep, baby.” He held her closer. “Tomorrow the
fairy tale continues.”
*****
Before dawn, Susanna woke again. She felt his
arm around her, and it felt good. For just a second, she put her
hand over his. Tomas was breathing heavily, and she knew he slept
well. Without jostling him, she eased out from under his arm and
off the bed. Looking back, she admired him in his restful
repose.
He looked innocent in sleep, yet virile and
strong. Tomas was someone she could get attached to. He did things
that no other man had. It was time to go. It was late as it was.
Quietly, Susanna dressed and tiptoed to the door with her shoes in
her hand.
She looked back, one last time. It would have
been so easy to go back to him. Just slip off her clothes and slide
in next to Tomas. He would never know she had left his bed. But she
couldn’t. If she stayed, he would begin to expect things. Things
she wasn’t prepared for.
Silently, she unlocked the door and stepped into
the hall. Tomas never woke up. It wasn’t the first time she had
spent the night in a man’s bed and left before morning. And it
wouldn’t be the last. The door closed with a barely perceptible
click.
Susanna put on her shoes and walked to the
elevator bay. Her heart was heavy. That was something new. Maybe an
aftereffect from getting high. Though she normally reacted well to
the drug. It scared her to think it might be something more. That
she might really care about Tomas.
It had been unwise to accept his dinner
invitation. But then she couldn’t resist him. The only solution was
to make sure she didn’t see him again. If that was possible.
Susanna would have to tap into whatever strength she had and do the
right thing. Leave Tomas to live his life. To go to the Plains of
Pleasure where there was no sadness. It certainly wouldn’t be with
her. He needed to find the real fairy maiden. And he would if left
him alone. She prayed she could.
* * * * *
Chapter 11
Coming back to life, Tomas stretched and felt
the sheets next to him. The bed was empty. Maybe she was in the
bathroom. He yawned and sat up. Another gloomy day. Out the window
he could see clouds hovering in the gray sky.
He smiled thinking of Susanna. That was good
shit that had been in those drops last night. It was fast
lovely vision.”
Susanna smiled and sat up. She leaned on a
pillow against the headboard and pulled the sheet over her. “Didn’t
the king know what was going on?”
Tomas lay on his side, propped up on one elbow.
“Well, Connla was puzzled. and he asked the fairy maiden who she
was and where she was from. Hearing his son talking into thin air,
the king asked, ‘To whom do you speak?’”
Her eyes widened. “What did Connla say?”
Running a finger over the soft skin of Susanna’s
leg that was outside the sheet, he answered. “He didn’t have to.
The maiden replied.”
Susanna raised her eyebrows.
“The fairy maiden said: ‘I come from the Plains
of Pleasure, where no one grows old. In my world, there is no
strife.’” Tomas ran a finger down the bridge of Susanna’s nose, and
she giggled.
He continued. “‘In my world,’ the maiden said,
‘everyone lives forever in joy. There is no sadness.’” Tomas paused
for effect and watched Susanna’s expression. No sadness is what he
wanted for her. She didn’t deserve to be sad, and he hoped she
wouldn’t be anymore.
She frowned. “Life is not a fairy tale.”
Tomas pulled her down into a warm embrace. “It
is, baby. Maybe a dark one sometimes, I admit.”
She snuggled next to him. “I should sleep. I
have to work tomorrow.”
He realized how little he really knew about her.
“Where do you work?”
“At the Guinness Storehouse.”
“Oh, beer making.”
“Nothing quite so exciting. I just work in the
gift shop.”
Tomas pulled the sheet over them and turned on
his side. Susanna pressed her back to his chest and he kissed the
top of her head. “Sleep, baby.” He held her closer. “Tomorrow the
fairy tale continues.”
*****
Before dawn, Susanna woke again. She felt his
arm around her, and it felt good. For just a second, she put her
hand over his. Tomas was breathing heavily, and she knew he slept
well. Without jostling him, she eased out from under his arm and
off the bed. Looking back, she admired him in his restful
repose.
He looked innocent in sleep, yet virile and
strong. Tomas was someone she could get attached to. He did things
that no other man had. It was time to go. It was late as it was.
Quietly, Susanna dressed and tiptoed to the door with her shoes in
her hand.
She looked back, one last time. It would have
been so easy to go back to him. Just slip off her clothes and slide
in next to Tomas. He would never know she had left his bed. But she
couldn’t. If she stayed, he would begin to expect things. Things
she wasn’t prepared for.
Silently, she unlocked the door and stepped into
the hall. Tomas never woke up. It wasn’t the first time she had
spent the night in a man’s bed and left before morning. And it
wouldn’t be the last. The door closed with a barely perceptible
click.
Susanna put on her shoes and walked to the
elevator bay. Her heart was heavy. That was something new. Maybe an
aftereffect from getting high. Though she normally reacted well to
the drug. It scared her to think it might be something more. That
she might really care about Tomas.
It had been unwise to accept his dinner
invitation. But then she couldn’t resist him. The only solution was
to make sure she didn’t see him again. If that was possible.
Susanna would have to tap into whatever strength she had and do the
right thing. Leave Tomas to live his life. To go to the Plains of
Pleasure where there was no sadness. It certainly wouldn’t be with
her. He needed to find the real fairy maiden. And he would if left
him alone. She prayed she could.
* * * * *
Chapter 11
Coming back to life, Tomas stretched and felt
the sheets next to him. The bed was empty. Maybe she was in the
bathroom. He yawned and sat up. Another gloomy day. Out the window
he could see clouds hovering in the gray sky.
He smiled thinking of Susanna. That was good
shit that had been in those drops last night. It was fast
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