Two Weeks With Chelsea

Chapter 31

Content - One part of this chapter may become uncomfortable for some readers. I encourage you to read through it. Watch for the bold time break...

Long auburn hair that was normally tied back in a ponytail was now several inches shorter, wavy and lose. The woman at the hair salon across the street from the hotel didn't speak any English but understood exactly what Chelsea wanted. Her hair flowed over the lacy shoulders of a black mini-dress. Nervous fingers fidgeted with the zipper at the back.

"While you were getting your hair done, I posted a few more things on my Stone Wall. Nothing from the beach, I didn't know how comfortable you would be with pictures of your bikini," Trevor said as Chelsea stepped out of the small bedroom. "I have some queued up, but if you don't want—"

"Can you help me with this?" she asked. "I can't get the zipper to budge."

Trevor stood motionless as Chelsea let her arms drape to her side. His eye scanned the dress from the lace neckline to the hem that cut across her legs at mid-thigh.

"Wow..." he stammered. "I can't remember what I was saying."

Chelsea bit her lip and closed her eyes. He stepped closer and placed his hands on her shoulders before stepping behind her.

"It's the hair and makeup and this dress," she replied.

"No... it's more than that; it's you, the way you're smiling right now, everything," Trevor said as his fingers located the tab of the zipper.

"I think I got it stuck on some material or something," she said as he started to work the zipper free. "I trust you. Post whatever you want."

Trevor secured a hook at the top of the opening then pulled the zipper up the last two inches to close the back of the dress. His hands gently moved across her shoulders then down to her waist. She could feel his breath on her neck, moving towards her right ear.

"You look amazing," he whispered.

The words tickled. She giggled and lifted her shoulder to shelter her ear. His hands moved to her stomach, wrapping her in his arms. He pulled her body in tight, his chin resting on her right shoulder. They stood motionless for a moment, lingering in the silence. She felt the warmth of his body against her and melted back into him.

"We had better get going to dinner. If we keep this up, we might never leave the room," Trevor whispered before he kissed her cheek.

*****

As Trevor paid the dinner bill, Chelsea said, "I wasn't thinking. That Caesar Salad probably made my breath a bit—"

Trevor leaned across the table and gently kissed her, "Nope. You're good."

Chelsea giggled. She had expected he might lean in for a sniff of her breath, not a kiss. It was just a peck, but it was more than enough to set her heart back a beat or two.

"Where to now?" she asked with a coy smile.

"Back to the hotel? Or, perhaps you want to go back to that other place for desert. The one we checked out the first night."

"Oh, that camel place, Le Chameau something. That desert platter looked delicious," she said as Trevor tapped on the screen of his phone. "You're finally checking those text messages? Now?"

"No, finding out what the name of that place is. Here it is, Le Chameau Ivre."

"What do you think that means?" She asked, seeing boyish curiosity that dominated his face.

"I'm guessing it has something to do with camels, but let's see what Google Translate says... wait it thinks Chameau is a name, so I'll change the C to lower case – yup, The Drunken Camel," he replied with a laugh.