Chapter 34
644 Words
Michael
My phone screen flashes. It"s James.
“Hi. I thought you were still out of town for a couple of weeks yet?”
“I was, but…. Michael, she phoned me. She"s coming back for the weekend. Are you free?”
“She? Charlotte?”
She“Yes, of course, Charlotte. Who else?”
‘…. Of course I"m f*****g free….
“Yes, I"m free.”
“Can you pick me up?”
“Sure, but why? Is your car out of action?”
“No, it"s in storage. You need to pick me up from the airport.”
The airport…?
“James, where are you? Where are you calling from?”
where“Right now... I’m on my way to Valencia Airport.”
“Valencia? In Spain?”
“That"s where Valencia was the last time I looked.”
He"s flying back for her?
You"ve got to admire his style....
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The weather is grey and dismal, the car spraying a wash up from the tyres, the wipers working constantly to clear the drizzle.
“How was Spain?”
“Good. Better bloody weather than here, that"s for sure.” James shivers and pulls his collar up.
“You were on business there?”
“No, I was visiting my Mother.”
His mother?
“Your mother’s Spanish?”
“Aha…”
That explains his looks; dark hair, dark eyes…. fair skinned though….
“What about your father?”
“Died ten years ago….”
“He was Spanish too?”
“No, English.”
The clouds grow darker by the minute and I switch from sidelights to full beam.
“Was your mother alright about you suddenly leaving her behind?”
His tone is curt. “She was fine.”
Let’s wind him up a bit….
“Perhaps because she thought her little boy was visiting a girl?”
He gives me a slow look and turns away to stare out of the window. There’s not a lot to see, the view washed away by the now sheeting rain.
Don"t push it....
Well, maybe just a bit....
I slide a sideways glance at him, trying to suppress a smile. I’m not too successful as after a minute or so he says, "What"s funny?"
“The Subs have the power. The Doms have the control?" I chuckle.
"What"s that supposed to mean?” he growls.
“You just dropped everything to fly a thousand miles because she said she was coming…”
He grimaces. “For f**k’s sake, don"t tell her that.”
herGrinning, “I won"t. Scouts honour...”
“And I don"t see you hanging around bars right now either.”
you “Oh, I"m happy to admit it. She"s got me. What"s your excuse?”
He sighs. “Yes, she"s got me too.”
He goes quiet, distant….
Perhaps I overdid it….
“So, do you have any plans, or are we making this up as we go along?”
“In fact, I have quite a bit planned.”
“Such as…? …. Where am I driving to by the way? That apartment again?”
“No, take the next turnoff.”
“That takes us up the mountains.”
“That"s right.”
I follow his directions for a while then, “Hang on, are we going to that hotel where we ate before? On the last day?”
“That’s the place. They do log cabins close by. I’ve booked one for the weekend.”
“Great idea….”
Nice and private….
Some while later, we pull in. Parking up, the rain has stopped but the weather is cold; late Autumn with the tang of Winter in the air. And the log cabin he has booked is right out of Winter romantic fantasy.
Nope, can"t fault his taste either….
…. or his budget….
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