Seducing Montreux

Oh Yes, Daddy

“Hi, I got a phone call to come pick up a parcel?” I stated to the woman behind the front desk.

 “What room please?” she asked kindly.

“Suite 3, uh…Taylor. It’s under Taylor.” I put my hands on the edge of the hardwood counter and watched as the woman behind the desk opened a drawer and began to flip through the daily mail.

 “Yes! Taylor. Here you go. Came for you this morning.” She gave me a smile and I took the large manila envelope from her, uncertain as to what it may be.

 “Thank you.” I gave her a nod and examined the envelope:

ATTN: MR. AND MRS. ROGER & LYDIA TAYLOR

C/O - MONTREUX RESORT AND SKI LODGE

9976 RESORT ROAD

MONTREUX, SWITZERLAND 1820

 Shit….this was the first time I had ever seen a piece of mail with my new moniker plastered on it. Actually, this was the first time I’d ever seen it in print on anything. My god! I hadn’t submitted the name change papers. Hell, need I recap how this holiday had gone so far? When did I have time to fuck with a name change? I wondered…since the country of England and city of London didn’t actually know I had become a Taylor…who sent this? I looked to the return address:

 GRISHAM AND ELLIE CAMPBELL

32 ROCKINGHAM DRIVE CAMPBELL FARMS ESTATE

CAMBRIDGE 

CB3 6AN

 UNITED KINGDOM

 “Oh mum.” I mumbled out loud as I smiled and returned toward the elevators. I hadn’t the slightest what this thing could be and so as I stepped into the elevator and jammed my finger into the button to take me back up to the suite, I couldn’t help but tear it open. The envelope was very thick and I gasped when I saw what was inside. Thank goodness the elevator hadn’t made any stops and it shot me clear up to the suite floor in no time. When the door open, I darted out and headed for our door; nearly bursting it open once I had reached the end of the hall. “Roger! Roger, look! Roger!” I was a little out of breath as I thrust a pile of papers at him.

 “What’s this?” Roger looked up quickly from his morning tea and the lyrics he was apparently working on. He left his glasses on and took the papers from my hand. He read the sticky note on the front page of the thick papers that were folded. His reaction was nearly as excited as my own as he read it:

 Baby - here are the blueprint choices for the yacht floor plan. You and Lydia look these over and decide which you like best. If you can decide on the floor plan, the paint and the fabrics by the end of the month; the yacht will go into production and be completed by May. Please consider the yacht a wedding gift. Can’t wait to see you and Lydia. When you return from Montreux, Grisham and I will join you and Lydia on for wine and cheese.

Love you baby, Love you Lydia – Ellie

Roger shoved whatever it was he was working on aside. His face lit up as if there would be no tomorrow. When Roger and I purchased the house, we had also intended on buying a yacht and it was a promise I had made to Roger upon picking out the house. Well, the yacht purchase had been delayed because of building a luxury barn for the cars and a stable with accommodations for six horses on our property. It was only now that we had begun to put our dream of owning a yacht and docking it in the port east of London into motion.

 “Oh shit…okay, okay we can do this in an hour, right? We gotta’ leave for the studio in an hour. I’ll be there all day.” Roger said a bit disappointedly.