you?”
“Fine thanks” I reply. Apart from feeling disappointed that the lift didn’t break down with me and Adam in, I’m great. “How are you?”
“Good thanks” Tony says.
“You look nice Gail!” Sharon says, smiling at me.
“Thanks” I say, “So do you”. Sharon is wearing a dramatic floor length purple dress with a plunging neckline.
“Shall we go in then?” Tony asks.
“Yes lets” Sharon says and she and Tony walk towards the dining room while Adam and me follow behind.
“Adam” I whisper as I take hold of his proffered arm and he leans in towards me, “I think your suit is a lot nicer than Tony’s”.
“Of course it is” Adam asserts grinning, “I think my girlfriend is as well!” and he winks at me.
“Adam!” I say, half laughing, half shocked.
“What?” he says, “I’m only saying what I think!” I’m shocked and I know I shouldn’t be - but I’m kind of flattered as well.
After the meal, we sit alone in the hotel bar on a gorgeous leather sofa, finishing our wine and listening to the soft jazz tunes the piano player is playing. Everyone else has either gone up to bed, apart from Tony and Sharon who are outside as Sharon is having a cigarette. “The meal was lovely Adam” I say, “I really liked that spinach and cheese ravioli”.
“It was nice wasn’t it?” Adam replies. “I didn’t think I was going to have room for it after eating all those mussels we had for a starter but I found some somewhere. Do you think you’ll be able to remember everyone’s names tomorrow?”
“I’ll try” I reply, “Everyone’s really nice aren’t they?”
“Yes - I told you they were” Adam replies smiling. “No need to worry”.
“Well, I suppose” I say, draining the last of my wine out of the glass, “I’d better go up to bed. I’m really tired”.
“Then I shall walk you to your suite Princess!” Adam said, getting up. We go upstairs, arrive outside my door and stand there for a few seconds. “Well - this is me,” I say. I don’t know if to invite him or not. I want to, but I know we’ve got to be up early and I don’t him to think I’m being too easy - oh God - why is this so complicated?
“I’ll come and call for you at 9.30” Adam says, “but I will ring you before that to make sure you are awake”. Suddenly, he steps towards me, cups my face in his hands, kisses me passionately and then just as suddenly steps back away from me. “I’ll see you tomorrow Gail” he says and starts walking off backwards down the corridor while I just stand there wide eyed, staring at him. Oh my God!
“Adam!” I say in a cracked voice, “Which one is your suite again?”
“Balmoral. Why?” he asks.
“Just wondered,” I say smiling. “Night!” I call and go into my hotel room.
I close the door behind me and lean my back against it for a moment, trying to get my breath back. God he is so – oh – he is just so ooooh! I’m tempted to run after him. How can he kiss me like that and then just go? Argh! Well, I think to myself, he’s obviously being a gentleman and letting me get some sleep and not hassling me or anything, that’s very nice of him. He’s treating me like a lady. I undress, cleanse my face, brush my teeth and get into bed, lying there for a moment before clicking the light off.
If I do wake up in the night and feel like going and knocking on his door however - well - I may have to act on that definitely very unladylike and decidedly slutty impulse I think and grin to myself in the darkness.
Chapter 9
In the end I didn’t have to face that quandary in the wee small hours as I was completely out of it until the alarm went off, thanks to the early start and the long journey yesterday - the wine and champagne I’d drunk the night before having nothing to do with it at all of course. Spirit was willing but the flesh was weak and all that. I feel slightly delicate
“Fine thanks” I reply. Apart from feeling disappointed that the lift didn’t break down with me and Adam in, I’m great. “How are you?”
“Good thanks” Tony says.
“You look nice Gail!” Sharon says, smiling at me.
“Thanks” I say, “So do you”. Sharon is wearing a dramatic floor length purple dress with a plunging neckline.
“Shall we go in then?” Tony asks.
“Yes lets” Sharon says and she and Tony walk towards the dining room while Adam and me follow behind.
“Adam” I whisper as I take hold of his proffered arm and he leans in towards me, “I think your suit is a lot nicer than Tony’s”.
“Of course it is” Adam asserts grinning, “I think my girlfriend is as well!” and he winks at me.
“Adam!” I say, half laughing, half shocked.
“What?” he says, “I’m only saying what I think!” I’m shocked and I know I shouldn’t be - but I’m kind of flattered as well.
After the meal, we sit alone in the hotel bar on a gorgeous leather sofa, finishing our wine and listening to the soft jazz tunes the piano player is playing. Everyone else has either gone up to bed, apart from Tony and Sharon who are outside as Sharon is having a cigarette. “The meal was lovely Adam” I say, “I really liked that spinach and cheese ravioli”.
“It was nice wasn’t it?” Adam replies. “I didn’t think I was going to have room for it after eating all those mussels we had for a starter but I found some somewhere. Do you think you’ll be able to remember everyone’s names tomorrow?”
“I’ll try” I reply, “Everyone’s really nice aren’t they?”
“Yes - I told you they were” Adam replies smiling. “No need to worry”.
“Well, I suppose” I say, draining the last of my wine out of the glass, “I’d better go up to bed. I’m really tired”.
“Then I shall walk you to your suite Princess!” Adam said, getting up. We go upstairs, arrive outside my door and stand there for a few seconds. “Well - this is me,” I say. I don’t know if to invite him or not. I want to, but I know we’ve got to be up early and I don’t him to think I’m being too easy - oh God - why is this so complicated?
“I’ll come and call for you at 9.30” Adam says, “but I will ring you before that to make sure you are awake”. Suddenly, he steps towards me, cups my face in his hands, kisses me passionately and then just as suddenly steps back away from me. “I’ll see you tomorrow Gail” he says and starts walking off backwards down the corridor while I just stand there wide eyed, staring at him. Oh my God!
“Adam!” I say in a cracked voice, “Which one is your suite again?”
“Balmoral. Why?” he asks.
“Just wondered,” I say smiling. “Night!” I call and go into my hotel room.
I close the door behind me and lean my back against it for a moment, trying to get my breath back. God he is so – oh – he is just so ooooh! I’m tempted to run after him. How can he kiss me like that and then just go? Argh! Well, I think to myself, he’s obviously being a gentleman and letting me get some sleep and not hassling me or anything, that’s very nice of him. He’s treating me like a lady. I undress, cleanse my face, brush my teeth and get into bed, lying there for a moment before clicking the light off.
If I do wake up in the night and feel like going and knocking on his door however - well - I may have to act on that definitely very unladylike and decidedly slutty impulse I think and grin to myself in the darkness.
Chapter 9
In the end I didn’t have to face that quandary in the wee small hours as I was completely out of it until the alarm went off, thanks to the early start and the long journey yesterday - the wine and champagne I’d drunk the night before having nothing to do with it at all of course. Spirit was willing but the flesh was weak and all that. I feel slightly delicate
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