Chapter.06

February 12

Back at our room, well apartement of course, it was time to redress for diner. And because we'd got all sabulous at the beach we took a shower in that great step-in-massage-thing with milkglas all around us.
To be honest, it was the very first time we'd been together without any clothes. And I was more than impressed. I had no idea that a man of his age could have such a body. Such a well trained adorable body. At some point I was not sure if I could fill in any of his standards, because I'm neither trained nor skinny as a model, but he let me feel that he loved each one of my female curves.
We considered to take diner at our room, but at least we went down to the dining room. For one because I didn't want any special privilege from the Hotel, and we both agreed that we won't eat anything besides each other if we stayed up here in private.

At 7 pm we sat at a nice table in the breakfast/dining-room. Me dressed in blue jeans, a plain black shirt and with my beloved cowboy boots. Sidney in his - like he called it - gray leisure pants, a black shirt and a matching cardigan. All made to make his grey eyes much more intense.
The room was not very big but there where about 20 tables, most of them for two or four persons. Everything was decorated in yellow and red - just like I imagined a wonderful English cottage. It made you feel at home and safe. During the evening the meals will be served - during the breakfast there is a buffet.
'There you can get whatever you want' Sidney told me.
On one wall there was an fireplace and, according to Sidney, at cold winder days the three couches in front of it where occupied a lot. At Christmas there always is a big tree next to that fireplace and if ever he can coordinate he's here to help his niece to decorate it with odds and ends. I really felt that he liked this place and his brothers girl a lot.
'Perhaps next time I could come with you?' me asking with caution
'Perhaps? Not perhaps my love, next time you'll be here with me! Well, if you want to spend Christmas with an old man ...' he perfectly knew how to tease me, but this time I didn't give in
'Oh yes, I love old men. Especially if they are wearing a long white beard and red clothes.'
A short moment later during this his face went from astonishment to amusement he confessed
'Okay, your point! That deserves you a kiss!'

At first we got some tomatoe-soup, one of the best I ever ate. With pieces of tomatoes, sage and some whiped cream on top. The menue was the same for every guest, also Sidney told me - once again - that I could have whatever I want. What I - once again - refused.
At second salad with shrimp was served, third had been lemon-chicken with rice. I really enjoyed it. The chicken was delicious. Even more delicious because we acted like some teenagers. Laughing a lot, kissing a lot and feeding each other from time to time. Because we wanted to know if the same food of the others plate is tasting the same than it's own.
The wine Sidney had ordered was very fine, too. Once again I felt like being home now. Sidney liked the same things than me, he shared my kind of humor, he always knew what to say and to do. And suddenly I recognised what I'd been missing for so long.

While I sipped a hot cup of coffee and Sidney a glas of Scotish whiskey my cell told me that I got a message. Guilty I looked at it, because I thought of Mia and that I hadn't talked to her in three days. What really was rare, because our normal behaviour is to talk or text each other a lot each and every day.
'Don't look as if you just commited a crime' Sidney told me
'just look who's it from and if you need - go and call back. It could be important.'
'Serious? You are not mad at me that I'd taken it down with me?'
'No.' his eyes telling me that he really understands, his hand touching my cheek
'Look, I know how much you miss your twin-sis and her boy. So perhaps it's her, telling you that she's also missing you.'
'Thank you. You are so ...' and because I didn't know how to finish I only said
'I love you!'
'As I love you.' and after his brilliant smile had once again stunned me he brought me back to earth by asking me
'So, you want to read your text-message or not?'
Anyway I needed to go to the restroom I excused myself, took my cell and went away. After sharing another wonderful kiss.

To my surprise the text wasn't from Mia and also not from Christopher. It was from Sheila, Barrys fiance:
'meet me at the ladys room - PLEASE!'
When i entered the room she already was there. Glaring at me like I am her enemy.
'Sheila! Hey! How are you?' and because she only stood there, looking at me - mad ... I went on
'I was so surprised to see Barry today. Here. I mean, that this is the Hotel he is working for. And than he told me ...' but I stopped dead because her expresion didn't change. She still glared at me.
'Sheila? What's wrong? It's me. You know me - right?'
But instead of answering my questions she yelled at me
'What are you doing here? What the hell are you doing here - with my uncle?'
I was irritated. What was wrong? But there was no time for me to explain, because she went on. Now in a very controlled and cold voice.
'Did you tell him? Did you tell him about Barry and me? Did you ... what's going on between you and my uncle?'
I felt she needed to be calmed down. She was so in rage and I was afraid anybody outside will recognise and look what's going on in here.
'Sheila. Calm down! Please! First of all - because I guess that is the most important for you - I didn't tell ANYbody about you and Barry.'
Okay, not because I promised but because I was too occupied. But still I haven't told. Also more because untill now I didn't recall that Sidneys niece Sheila is the same Sheila that is also Barrys fiance. Lucky me, my words where the right one, because suddenly she relaxed and huged me.
'Thank you! Thank you so much! But uncle Sid - you and him - are here. You - together with him, right?'
'I tell you if you please promise me not to yell again.'
'Deal.' and she tried to smile a bit.
'Your uncle and me are together.'
'Together? Like you are working for him?'
'Iiih, nope. More the kind of together like together together. Together like you and your fiance ...'
'Pssssssst - don't tell anybody - please!'
'No, I won't ... I promised Barry and I also promise to you. I won't tell it as long as you don't want me to. Okay?'
'Okay.' Sheila relaxed and made me sit next to her at a cute blue couch with lionsfeet in the sinkroom. She now was smiling at me
'Now I feel better. Ummm, it's great to see you again but what do you want from my lovely uncle? He is way to old for you. Is it his fame that you want? His money?'
'Ha? What? Sorry ... Sheila, you know me, don't you?'
'Yes, I thought I know you. And I really like you ...' she told me
'but serious, what is a girl in her mid-twenties wanting from a man in his ... crap - how old is he? Sixty?'
'Serious?'
'Yes, please.'
'I'm in love with him.'
Now Sheila was looking like an idiot at me, like I just lost my mind, and told her about aliens and dragons all around us. So I went on
'You know about my last two boyfriends - so don't even ask me if I'm just with him because of fame or money. I had both. Well enough. Twice. And, by the way, you are wrong about my age. I guess you need to add ten years and than the difference between your uncle and me is not that much. Also because he is not in his sixties. He is only 54.'
Thankfully she was back on earth again, asking me
'And ... and he loves you ... too?'
'Well, yes. At least he told me so.' me smiling at her
'Okay, so you will be my ... oh my gosh, you will be my aunt? Wow, this could be funny.' and we both burst into laugh. Hugging each other again.

Before I left Sheila asked me a favour
'Please, don't hurt him. Don't hurt my uncle. He is so wonderful. And I love him.'
'I know. He is the most wonderful person I've met. Don't worry. I don't want to hurt him. I'm really in love with him.' and before I finally opened the door I turned around once more because
'Ummm, Sheila? I think we'll be introduced earlier or later - officially by Sidney - we need to act like we don't know each other.'
Now she was looking at me again as if I am speaking some language she don't understand
'Well, if you still don't want me to tell your uncle about you and ...'
Now she got it
'Yes, right ... ummm ... well, let me think about the part with not telling uncle Sidney.' and more to herself than to me she went on
'Perhaps, yes, perhaps he understands. Perhaps he could help me.' and back to me
'Just - just don't tell untill I give you permission, okay?'
'Sure. that's okay. But now I have to go. See you, hunny.'

Back at the table I told Sidney that the message wasn't from Mia but from another nice friend of mine which has trouble with her dad because of her boyfriend. And at least it was not a lie.