YET TO COME

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She knew he would be there, expected him, yet she was a bit surprised to see him standing in his usual spot, the one he loved most. He raised his head once he sensed her presence and smiled broadly at her, happy to see her. She didn’t know if she should return the smile after all what she had done on stage, feeling guilty for lusting after him, committing fornication with him in her mind. Suddenly, the thought felt foolish to her and she found herself smiling, struggling to prevent it from turning into one of Corinne’s huge laugh explosions.

‘I'm glad that you seem happy to see me my darling Samantha,’ he teased in an attempt to get back for her at her actions on stage.

‘I thought we agreed that you will never call me that,’ she nearly snapped. She wasn’t Samantha, would never be Samantha, the vibrant feminine woman that the opposite gender preferred, untainted, sweet and beautiful. She, Chloe was none of that. She was beginning to hope that Clement would never notice. She wanted him now, mayhap more than he did her.

‘You were splendid Chloe. You set me on edge. I might have to forfeit your sessions. I am always tempted to come upstage and take you away to some place with good beds and shower stalls and take you everywhere, hear your muffled moans and loud uncontrolled screams as I detrude.’ Those sweetly dirty words made her pink in the cheek. How carnal was this man?

‘I do not know what to say to that and I do not think it is proper to talk to me like that. Is it? Do you think so?’ he chuckled.

‘I apologize if my words unsettle you. I shall mind how I talk to you from now on my sweet.’ She smiled at him, not because he had finally apologized for something, but because she had actually liked his dirty talk, her body achingly turning warm in reaction.

‘Never mind that, why are you here?’ she asked him, balancing her makeup box on the ground beside her feet. His eyes moved briefly to her blue cover shoe. He accessed her then. She was in a blue sundress. Her shoulder length brown hair was back in view, not the caramel wig. She looked young and pretty, like a school girl.

‘I found a wonderful place by the sea. Would you like to go there for a day?’ she stared at him, a smile hovering around her lips.

‘Is that a date?’ she asked him finally smiling. He hesitated on his answer. Before he could answer, she said, ‘Well yes, I would love to go. How do you know I will love the sea?’ she wanted to know.

‘You seemed like someone who would like quiet places. What place is better than the beach? It’s serene and beautiful, natural, like you. The compliment pleased her like all the others he had muttered before.

‘When shall we go? What shall I pack?’ she asked excitedly. He chuckled.

‘Pack up whatsoever please you Mi Amour. We shall go whenever you are ready. All you have to do is phone me and I'll be right there.’

‘Friday!’ she exclaimed. ‘I have all of Friday.’ She said. He didn’t mistake her eagerness as enthusiasm for his company, knowing the beach was her interest.

‘It’s a deal Mi Amour.’