God I could eat him up. Never mind M&M’s I’d be very happy with a big serving of Sebastian with a Silver spoon. He already screamed hot but quoting Tom Cruise from Jerry McGuire is my undoing. This weekend was going to be fun, if a little sexually frustrating until Finn leaves for his time with his father.
“What you up to now, guys? Can I tempt you to a walk around the grounds?”
“Yay! Can we, Mum? This place is mahoosive!”
“Unfortunately, I can’t as I need to check the bedrooms to see that all is in order for tomorrow’s open house, buuut… I can take you in about an hour?”
Finn’s bottom lip juts in disappointment. “But we just got here, Mummy and you have to work already.”
“I tell you what, how’s about you and I go look around the hotel and leave your Mum in peace, that way she’ll get it all done quicker, then we can meet up to get ready for tonight’s meal.”
I silently thank Seb over Finn’s head and squeeze my boy before reaching up on tiptoes and kissing my man’s cheek, lingering a little longer than necessary, then I whisper seductively in his ear, “You are so on a promise tomorrow night, Silver.”
I find Colin flapping in the Honeymoon Suite, one arm cradling fluffy white snowball
chrysanthemums the other flinging gestures at two hotel employees now nervously cowering in the corner of the room, beetroot from the weight of the chest of drawers they are precariously balancing.
“No Finn?”
I shake my head. “He’s with Sebastian taking a tour of the grounds – I’m all yours for the next half an hour. There can’t be too much to do as I completed the other rooms, bar the flowers, the other day. Speaking of flowers - I take it they have arrived?” I nod in the direction of his hands.
“Yeah - talk about cutting it fine. There’s a delivery for you too. It’s over there on the chair.”
“Oh, thanks.” He’s always thinking about me.
“Don’t dally though, poppet, we’ve loads to do.”
“No we haven’t. Stop stressing. There’s just some tweaks in here to do and the accessories - this room is the pièce de résistance after all.” I nod affirming my words. “…and I’m here now, so let’s crack on.”
“Thank fuck for that. Work your magic beaatch!”
Right – all stations go. “Boy’s, place the drawers on this wall please.” I direct them to the back wall, and am offered looks of such relief I realize that I’ve probably just met two great new helpers, that are now my bitches, they’re so grateful to be free from Col’s grasp. Smiling to myself I walk over and adjust the piece of furniture’s position slightly before adding a lamp, a bowl and a Country Living magazine.
Next came the flowers – I selected a large black & silver vase from the unlimited supply of accessories we’d purchased for these rooms and placed it on the huge black circular table – Colin looks shell-shocked and with a deft flick of my head, he adds the white bunch and begins to faff. Taking a step back I allow myself this time to absorb the ambience of the suite - every nook and cranny, every detail, texture, fabric, accessory. The place looks wonderful and screwing my eyes up slightly I could visualise the detailed sketch and mood-board I’d originally designed and apart from the odd amend it was practically identical.
“Col, this room is done, apart from flowers for the bedroom console table, oh and did you get the L’Artisan candles for the bathroom? They hadn’t arrived on Wednesday.”
He walked over to the bedroom, filled the mirrored vase there with more crysanths and hands on hips, replies, “Done and done. The candles landed this morning. We can light them tomorrow for mood!”
“Sounds great. We also need to inform reception to make sure the fire is lit – no coal, real logs only, and add some apple & cinnamon twigs to the pile for that extra seduction – we want people to visualize themselves here, making love before the fire, sharing the double bath at candlelight, sleeping in the queen-size cavernous back sleigh bed with 1000 thread count bed linen. Every surface, will shine with luxury and reflect Elysium Interiors.”
“God you’re good. I forget occasionally.”
Colin dishes out a rare compliment and my tummy warms. This room is beautiful and welcoming and exactly where I would want to spend a night of decadence with my handsome groom. How wonderful that would be.
“Earth to Lubedoo? You Ok, chick?”
“Perfect, just taking it all in.”
“Well I just bet you are; there you go again, always bragging - is he that big? You lucky bitch!” he ducks before I can launch something at him.