“I’d rather just skip all that and jump you but I won’t be seen to be getting in the way of a girl and her pampering routine.”
I peck him on the lips and head into the bathroom on a smile, then make a huge kerfuffle of locking the door. Not that that would hold him if he changed his mind and decided to be less accommodating.
Ten minutes later and I return to the bedroom, feeling refreshed and revived. Sebastian takes one look at my turban’d hair and towel-clad body, grits his teeth and heads straight into the bathroom. I hear the lock click loudly in place and laugh out loud at his petulance. I suppose two could play at that game.
I quickly dry my hair and wind my velcro rollers in, hoping they’d be able to do something with the frizz that has become my hair in the humidity then settle down to put the finishing touches to my make-up, grey silk dressing gown covering my modesty. It’s whilst I apply my Urban Decay eyeshadow in smoky navy and greys, I consider my outfit options, now hanging in the wardrobe. I return to the bed with a simple, slightly sheer navy camisole and silver mini and drop them, before heading back and grabbing a silver pashmina that would cover my bare arms, décolletage and thighs. Throwing it on the bed I halt in my tracks as I pass the low black rococo coffee table in the sitting area. I’d not seen it on our entry. Now all I can focus on are the huge array of beautiful fresh flowers filling the silver domed vase, a mixture of lilies and palest pink peonies; they are gorgeous. I head over to see if there is a note and notice that in their centre is a single deep red rose with a diamante in its depth. In the midst of them a small card sits with a typed message.
God, he’s so romantic. He thinks of everything.
I smile to myself before settling down to FaceTime Finn. He answers almost immediately and excitedly tells me all about his day and how he and Grampa went swimming and for Maccy D’s afterwards. I cover my iPad screen with kisses, and only stop after his giggling protests stop and he tells me that he has to go now Mummy, he has to go beat Gramps at Snakes and Ladders.
“Who were you talking to?”
I look up into Seb’s inquisitive face - tanned and wet from his shower, his hand towelling his hair and a second towel tied low on his hips. Yum! “I was on with Finn.”
His face softens. “How is he?”
“Bonkers!”
“Gets that from his mother.” He ducks the cushion I wang at his head with the grace of a boxer.
“You OK, baby?”
“Mmm hmmmm.” He knows me well enough to leave it alone, for now. I’m missing my son and more so tonight. I’ve loved our time away but I’ll be more than ready to see him in a couple of days - to inhale his Finn scent and enjoy being Mum again.
“Only two more days and we’ll see him.”
We’ll see him. I like the sound of that, even if it was a slip of his words.
A couple of hours later we’ve eaten at a new tapas restaurant offering a selection of Greek, Lebanese, Italian, Spanish and Moroccan to name but a few of the choices of different cuisines and yet again I had found it more than difficult to eat. Perhaps I was just tired?
I feel Sebastian sling his arm loosely around my waist and draw me too him as we walk away from the restaurant, with Abs and Nathan close on our tails.
“So guys, it’s still early - are we going to call it a night or go for a slice of the Dubai nightlife?” Nathan calls from behind.
Seb’s fingertips locate my bare skin where my camisole has come free from my skirt and my large pashmina is open, and strokes sensuously at my waist sending my body into overdrive. I craved him. We’d just spent three days in The Maldives, with on tap, non-stop, 24hour sex, no restrictions, no interruptions, no company and since arriving in Dubai that had all changed and my bits were not impressed.
“I have an idea.” Sebastian’s deep resonating voice pours over me making my nipples hard at the vibrations he causing between our bodies. “Let’s do a club.”
“Which one bro?”
“Barracuda.”
“Ooh I’m up for a bit of a dance Lu, you up for it?”
Abby is always up for a dance but tonight all I wanted was to go back to the hotel and take my gorgeous man to bed. Seb senses my reluctance and reading my mind whispers, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll go have a dance together, where at least we can touch one another without feeling like we’re going to be arrested. Then, I’ll take you back to our hotel; to bed - to heaven.”
His sexy smile is my undoing and I feel my reluctance slipping away as we head in the direction of the nightclub. I nod and hear Nathan explaining the place to Abby. Apparently Fridays, as well as Thursdays are the hottest nights out in Dubai, so we were at least up for a good night.