Abducted

CHAPTER 20

Being that happy, did not seem fair  especially with the thought of what was happening at The Hartland Mansion.
Isabella unlocked the door to the suite at The Four Star Hotel.
Reaching for the switch, she then happily shed her heels on the wide, fluffy,  Venetian carpet.
The room was designed in a contemporary English style. Quite spacious, with a king sized bed, a living room, bathroom, modernized kitchen and a patio.
After dialling room service to request dinner for two, she quickly stripped, leaving a trail of lingerie in her wake. Entering the jaw dropping, luxury bathroom, she smiled widely..
"Yes! Exactly what I need."
One golden faucet in that bathroom, could have paid to save her mother's life years ago.
She thought.
Granite counter tops and a jacuzzi tub, added to the appeal.
Singing in a melodious tone, Isabella reached to urn on the faucets, but a subtle knock on the door of the suite, interrupted her.
Grabbing the hotel's robe, she hastened to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Room Service."
Opening the door, she was greeted by a beautiful young attendant.
Accepting the trolley, Isabella tipped magnanimously and with a polite "Thank You." sent the young lady on her way.
Isabella was so excited about the surprise.
Months and months of planning was taking shape.
Freshly shaken Mercato Negronis, champagne caviar, crispy sushi and roasted Maine lobster over lemon risotto, lay on the tray.
Having consumed all of Tara's Lemon Ricotta Pancakes, since breakfast, Isabella was famished.
There was a Victorian sponged cake and Tarte au Chocolat, for dessert.
Isabella knew that one night's room expenses at that Grand Hotel would have visited a fortune.
Smiling, she flung the robe to the floor and swayed her hips to the bathroom.
"I deserve it!" she shouted.
Pretending to love, the male seeking Gerronimo was becoming unbearable, especially since she bore the burden of all the Hartland's family secrets."I have endured too much already." Isabella chided herself.
"I refuse to subject myself to further heartaches."
Positioning her shapely frame into the Jacuzzi, Isabella treated herself  to a Scandinavian steam bath.
The underwater jets, gurgled and bubbled, allowing for a high pressure, hydro massage.
Isabella adjusted her body to feel the full force of the water.
Thoughts of her daughter Sally seeped through her mind.
Isabella had never spent more than an hour per day around her daughter. That was why Rebecca was paid, she consoled herself.
The phone on the nightstand in the bedroom, began to ring.
Reluctantly, sighing at the intrusion,  she grappled for her robe again.
Agitatedly she responded "Yes?"
"There is a gentleman to see you ma'am."
"Send him right up." Isabella responded eagerly.
After a minute, there was a sharp rap on the door.
Gently opening it, her face broke into a surreptitious smile. Her guest smiled, his ravenous eyes, not missing her exposed, creamy skin, which glowed to perfection above her knee.
A crinkly smile worked its way across his jawline.
His light brown eyes added to his handsome features.
Her visitor took in the covered tray with a nonchalant glance. His greedy eyes straying to Isabella mostly.
Isabella, with her hands on her waist, in her best seductive pose, returned his gaze.
His hair was tousled and dark brown.
A gracefully curved jaw added to his splendour.
The strength of his neck, showed in the twining cords of his neck.
She moved forward and locked eyes with him, twining her fingers through his.
Giggling like a teenager, she guided him to the deeply tufted armchair.
Without further ado,  Mrs. Isabella Hartland, glided into the open, willing  and trusted arms of The Hartland's family doctor. Mr. Rousseau.