Love in Boston

Chapter 5

Lindsey was about to sneak out his room when the phone rang. “Shit”, he muttered under his breath. He quickly ran back from the door to pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi honey, how was your show?”

“Oh hi Kit, it was great! I think we have everything on tape already.” He tried to sound enthusiastic.

“Oh, that’s great! Pity I couldn’t make it.”

“Yes, a pity, indeed.” He mumbled.

“I miss you, honey.”

“Yes, I do too, and I miss the kids, but I’ll be back before you know it. I hope you and the kids are doing well?”

“Yes, everything is fine, Will and Leelee have fun at school and Stella is growing so fast! She really is the cutest thing, Linds. She managed to…”

“Kit, I’m sorry, but I’m really tired.” He interrupted, knowing once she started to talk about the kids, she could go on for hours.

“Oh, okay, you want me to hang up?” She sounded disappointed.

“I’m so sorry, but yes. I was just about to turn off the lights and close my eyes. It was a pretty heavy show, knowing there were cameras everywhere and to act like there were none.”

“It’s okay baby, I can call you tomorrow. You have a good night of sleep.”

“I will, I might be at a studio tomorrow for the DVD, but I promise to call you back. Give the kids a kiss from me.”

“I will, love you baby.”

“Love you too, Kit, goodnight.”

And with that they hang up. He hoped she wasn’t too suspicious, but he had sounded pretty convinced, didn’t he? Well, whatever, if so, I’ll deal with that later, he shrugged and left his suite.

Stevie had finished her bath and put on an ankle long black negligee with lace hidden under her satin black robe. Her long blonde hair fell down to her back and shoulders, just as Lindsey liked it. She wore a little bit of make-up and to finish her look she wore black pumps, comfortable, but sexy. She paced down her suite, he was running late, again.

She felt herself getting irritated with the fact he wasn’t there yet, but then she reminded herself that he probably had a reason for being late. So she checked if the Champaign was cool enough and started to lit all the candles she had put everywhere in her suite.

Just when she finished lighting the last candle there was a soft knock on her door. She quickly hurried to the door to open it, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“Hi.” She said softly when she opened the door.

“Hi.” He answered her. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, yes, of course, come in.” She said quickly.

“Wow, that’s a lot of candles, looks beautiful, just like you do.”

She blushed, for the second time that day, and again because of him.

“Would you like a glass of Champaign?” She tried to sound normal.  

“Ah, you even ordered Champaign. Are we having one of our famous special evenings tonight my lady?”

“Well, maybe, Mr. Buckingham, although I have some serious doubts about your condition after our show. After all, you’re close to 55 as well, if I remember correctly. Do you think you can make it special?” She challenged him while she poured them both a glass of Champaign.  

“Ah, you’re challenging me. Well, you have the wrong man in front of you. I’ll show you how.”

And with that he wrapped his arms around her from behind. When she had two filled glasses she turned around in his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips before handing his glass to him.

They toasted.

 “To BuckinghamNicks.” He said

“Yes, and to tonight.” She answered.

“To tonight.” They both exclaimed.