Chapter 13
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That dream about Elvis had me all hot and bothered. It was all I could think about. I had to keep away from my boss. For now. I decided to go jogging in the morning without him.
Though we normally met over by the horses to go together in the morning. I hated to take off without him. But I had to regain my thoughts. And what did the dream mean? Was I falling in love with Elvis? Or was it only l**t? It had to be l**t. I needed a boyfriend was all.
It had been sometime since I had one. I was alone. In a home with a man. That was all that meant. It meant nothing. It was only a dream. What had I eaten that night?
Anything spicy? Spicy food could cause you to have weird dreams to. I was over analyzing everything about this dream. His lips had felt so real on mine. His words spoke hope to my heart. I could not allow for my heart to hope for any of that! He was my boss! Not my boyfriend!
"Sandra! Sandra wait up!"
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I hear Elvis behind me. I pretend I am too far ahead to hear him. I keep on going. I really did not want to talk to him yet. I begin to jog a little faster. So, he could not really catch up to me.
Maybe he would give up once he saw how far ahead, I was of him. I could only hope. Guilt settled in my heart. How could I do this to Elvis? We always jogged together! I felt so mean about this to. I sigh.
"Wait there! Sandra!" he catches up to me. That surprised me.
He pants then he grabs my arm to stop me. I wait. He rests his hands on his hip. I was impressed he had managed to chase me down like he had. "Elvis you nutty man! What made you chase me down?" I laugh.
"I had to! You took off without me" he says in his defense.
"Sorry boss but you were running late" I tease.
"No, you want to know what I think?" he mentions.
I shrug. "Sure boss" I humor him.
"I think you were jogging without me so you would not have me bring up that dream you had last night" he chuckles.
My face turns a bright red now. "Elvis that is so not the case at all. I was up. And I did not want to wake you" I lie.
"Come off it nurse! You are always harping on my case about waking up early. Setting a good time to be up and go to bed. Blah blah blah. And here you are letting me sleep in? No, it does not add up little lady" he teases.
I am really blushing now. "Come on Elvis no pain no gain! Let's get going" I say. I begin to jog again.
"Are you ever going to tell me about that dream?" he asks me.
"Nope!" I laugh. I shake my head.
"Come on" he begs.
"How about on one condition I will tell you" I say.
"Oh, what might that be?" he asks me as we jog.
I smirk over at him. "You have to give me forty push ups and I might tell you about the dream" I say.
"Deal!" he agrees.
"Oh, after we are done with our morning jog" I tease.
"f**k! You mean jog around here five times...."
"And give me forty push-ups" I giggle.
"Fine you got it!" he says to me in agreement.
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Wow he really wanted to know what my dream was about! I did not think he would really be up for push ups though. Not when we finished our jog. We begin our laps. And we finally get done. He is panting. And leaning over on the fence.
"You could forfeit" I cheerfully say to him.
"Nope. Give me a sec. And I will be happy to start here" he breaths out sounding winded.
"Elvis!" I groan.
He takes a deep breath and holds up a number one finger. "Watch little lady!" he tells me. He winks at me.
He gets down and begins his push ups for me. I had to admit. I was impressed by his will power. He really wanted to know what my dream was about. He had to have known my dream was about him.
I had been calling out his name in my sleep. I was going to have to tell him about the dream. What could I make up? About him?? I could not tell my boss I had a dream about kissing him!! Good lord!
And he did it!!
He actually did it!
He stands back up. He leans beside me on the fence. He was sweating bullets now. "Come on now. Get to talking about that little old dream you had last night" he demands. "Pay up"
"Elvis you know I had a dream about you! You heard me call your name. So why tell anything? It was a dream about you" I groan.
He grins. "Yes, it was a dream about me. But seeing as how I am in it should I not have a right to know what I was doing to make you call my name out in your sleep?" he playfully teases.
I am really blushing now. "Fine!" I mutter under my breath. "I will tell you"
He nods. "Go On! Do go on" he laughs.
"Well, I was at this really big fish fry event...." I begin to say.
I knew very well from years of reading on Elvis that he hated to eat fish.
"I was at this fish fry. And you were skinning a ton of fish! You caught so many. And you were getting those nasty little fishy scales on me. They were flinging all about. I go Elvis! Elvis stop it!" I tease.
He was getting green in the face.
That did the trick.
"Elvis? Something wrong?" I joke.
He regains his composure. "So, I had been fishing? And I caught a whole bunch?" he asks me.
"Oh yes tons of fish. And you were going to cook then after your skinned them. We were going to enjoy this fancy fish dinner" I say to him. "Yum"
"Fish dinner?" he mutters.
He runs on in the house.
I laugh. "Serves you right Presley for prying into my dreams like that" I joke to myself.
I head in the house to make sure he was okay. I did feel a little bad about making him ill to his stomach. Knowing he hated fish. I go in Graceland. Elvis was upstairs.
Vernon was at the table eating breakfast. He waves at me as I head up the stairs. I take a shower and change for the day. I fix my hair up. And add a little make up. Nothing wrong with looking your best. Then I go downstairs. Elvis was not back yet.
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"Vernon did Elvis come back down?" I wonder.
"No ma'm" he tells me.
I head back up to check on Elvis. I knock on his bedroom door. I hear moaning. He was in the bathroom. Guilt settles in me. Poor Elvis. I made him sick. "Elvis?" I call out to him. No answer.
There he was hoovered over his toilet throwing up. "Go away Sandra" he warns me.
"Elvis I am a nurse. I have saw far worse" I remind him gently.
I get a damp washcloth. I place it on his clammy face once he was done getting sick. I flush the toilet for him. I help him get to his bed. He sighs then lays on the bed as I am fussing over him.
"Elvis I am so sorry" I say.
"For?" he wonders.
"For making you sick. That was not what my dream was about" I admit.
"Naw really?" he sarcastically says.
"No, I know you hate fish to" I mutter. "I did not mean for you to get ill"
"Want to know why I hate fish so much?" he asks me.
"Sure" I say as I dab his sweaty forehead with the washcloth. His pretty baby blues look at me. Nearly changing to sea blue from the light in the room.
"Well when I was young, we were poor. Real poor as many know. Paw would always go fishing. And hunting. We had to have food. Or we would get cans of cheap tuna. So, to this day I can't stand fish anymore. The smell or the taste. It reminds me of bad times" he mutters.
"Elvis I am sorry" I say softly as I brush his dark bangs out of his face.
"Thanks" he sighs.
"Want to know what my dream was really about?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "Lesson learned. It is private. No" he says.
I smile. "Thanks Elvis" I say.
He grins. "No worries nurse lady" he jokes.
"Are you feeling better?" I ask.
He nods. "Can I ask you something?" he wonders.
"Sure" I say.
"I am not back to work work yet. I am resting. But I have to do a benefit concert for March of Dimes. Want to attend the concert with me in Nashville on Saturday? Not as a date. But as friends. I could use friends right now to be with me?" he offers.
I suck in my breath. "Really? You mean that?" I say happily. "You really want me to come?"
"I really would love to have you as my guest" he tells me.
"Sure Elvis! I would so love that!" I happily accept.
"Alright you are going!" he says.
I grin. This was turning out to be a great day after all! My boss was letting me attend one of his concerts! I knew it was going to be a night I was never going to forget!
I never had been to an Elvis concert in my life! I had always wanted to go! I could never afford to go! I was so excited now! I knew he only wanted me to go because Ginger was not going to be by his side. But I would take it! I was going to be at a live Elvis concert! I could hardly wait!
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