“Colin Duttine you are a very naughty boy but I love you. Well done, love, this job was a joint effort and yours has been much appreciated.”
“Nice change of subject, but thanks, boss lady. This was all your vision but I am the master of fabrics and organization and we did good!”
We laugh together at his self-deprecating manner and I put my arm around his waist and lean my head into his neck, “Now stop stressing and try and enjoy the weekend Col and I’ll go check on the other rooms for display – you go have a siesta.”
“Do you know what - I think I will? Get me a nice glass of bubbly, and maybe tempt James to rub my back. He’s got no idea how much it means to me that he wants me to host this party with him – its huge. I feel totally emosh!”
“Ah, sweetie, that’s because I think for the first time ever Colin Duttine’s heart is bursting with love for a man who loves him equally and is proud of him.”
“Ya think?”
“I do but don’t fuck this one up, Col – you have a tendency to look for the negative in things and not just go with the flow.”
“Er, pot & frigging whistling kettle! I could say the same about you and a certain delicious Silver suitor.”
I consider his comeback and snigger out loud – he was totally right. “Let’s just have some fun, we both truly deserve it. Elysium rocks!”
“We do indeedy. Ahh, I’d love to have stayed in here tomorrow night. I begged Jamesy to let us christen it, but apparently it’s already booked!”
“Really? They’ve taken bookings already?”
“Yep - pre-bookings went live as of two weeks ago so it’s a good job we kept on track. This bad-boy’s been bought and paid for since last week.”
I wander through the room, smoothing out the bed cover and straightening cushions, as I head towards the bathroom to check each area, part of me so envious others would be enjoying all my hard efforts. “Some lucky couple is going to get a lovely surprise when they see all this.”
It’s only as I do my last checks and am about to leave, I remember the black velvet box, waiting patiently on the slipper chair, to be unveiled. It looked complete perfection within the surroundings of the honeymoon suite and I smile at his thoughtfulness. Picking up the monogramed FWC envelope, I hastily tear it open and slide the heavy cream card out. The scripted font is bold and elegant but sexier than his usual messages and heat fills my cheeks at the connotations it brings.
Give and take?
I unwrap the box and hold the bud to my nose, inhaling its powerful perfume, the colour almost black this time. Then quickly replace it within the box. I’d have to ask reception for a vase so I could use it in my bedroom during our stay. Seven Roses. He was certainly living up to his word to make our time together special.
I spend the next fifteen minutes or so, taking photographs of the rooms, for our portfolio. Before texting Seb to advise him it was time for Finn’s bath. Then I nip for a quick shower myself, start a bubble bath running for my boy and wait for them to return.
I take a gulp from my mug of tea, before helping Finn butter and cut his toast into triangles. We’d come down to breakfast early this morning, as my boy couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. Today he was going fishing.
You’d also not been able to sleep, knowing that only a few doors away Sebastian lay naked and sexy and just within reach but unattainable due, to your motherly duties.
My mind flickers back to last night - it had been lovely. We’d had an entertaining and civilised dinner amongst great friends and one boisterous little boy, well two if you include Colin, with a sumptuous five-course meal and flowing drinks, in surroundings that were fit for an episode of Downton Abbey. Seb and I had shared plenty of knowing looks across the table and fingers brushing as we reached for glasses, all under the shadowy glow of candlelight and by 9.30pm Finn was exhausted and asleep with his head in my lap. Sebastian, recognising this had just gently picked him up and carried him back up to our room, like it was an everyday occurrence. We’d left the others too it, Abby winking at me as we closed the door behind us, promising to meet up early for our activities the next morning.
Once Finn had been settled I’d immediately said my goodnights to Seb. If I’d allowed him to stay any longer, we’d have been making love on the floor, whilst my son slept soundly in the bed next to us and it just didn’t feel right. Sebastian was a total gentleman and although left with glazed sexy eyes and an evident erection, he promised to adhere to my wishes. We’d sent several texts over the ensuing hours, which made me blush now, just thinking of their content and with hindsight, I wish I had just bobbed on, right then and there with him in the bathroom - maybe that would have meant I’d have slept for more than a few broken minutes – would have appeased the constant ache I have between my thighs for him.