Ventura

Capítulo 8

After my disastrous presentation in the service area, I realized that I didn't need to be totally invisible.

When Morgan was home, I could go there to prepare his meals without having to hide. He greeted me cordially. Other times he questioned whether the house needed any repairs.

Spring came with its pleasant temperature and blue sky. I was at the jobsite picking up some spices when I received a message from Morgan's secretary.

"Mr. Morgan will spend the weekend. He'll arrive on Friday and will take a guest. The shopping list is in your email." I let out into the air in my lungs hard.

They arrived on Friday night. I followed instructions and left prepared breads and pates. I put the champagne bottles in the fridge and headed for my apartment. I could hear the sound of laughter and music. I put on my headphones and turned on the computer. At midnight I turned off the computer, plugged in my cell phone, tuned in to a radio and went to sleep.

The next morning he was in the kitchen making coffee when Morgan came in. He greeted me and sat down at the table. Soon a brunette with long black hair appeared at the door. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. He had perfect skin and full lips. She wore a bathing suit and underneath it could be seen that she was wearing a bikini. It was tall and slender.

I picked up the juice jar and looked at Morgan and asked:

- Would you like me to serve coffee in the garden? - he had his back to me and said yes. Our dialogue was always in French. .

"Miss Long Legs" looked at me as if I were something the cat brought from the street.

- Thomas, who is she? Is she going to spend the weekend here? - Morgan turned his head in my direction and said:

- It's Miss Basher, she works here, and unless you intend to cook for us ... - left the rest of the sentence in the air.

The brunette made a movement with her body as if she felt goosebumps. - Uhh. Kitchen is not my forte.

She looked at me in more detail and must have come to the conclusion that I offered no danger. He wrapped his arms around Morgan's neck and tapped his lashes.

- Then? What will we do today? - He asked.

Morgan kissed his fingers with perfectly enamelled nails.

"Coffee. Pool and ..." He raised his eyebrows seductively.

I passed them carrying the coffee tray out to the garden. While they were having breakfast I went to the suite. I went into the room and looked around.

- Well well. - I thought. - We had a lot of action around here. - It was a tangle of sheets, bedspreads and pillows. On top of the dresser were two empty glasses and champagne bottles. I changed the bedding, fluffed the pillows and headed for the bathroom. I found a profusion of towels, clothes and condom packs. I put clean towels on the shelves, collected the laundry and took it to the laundry. While the washing machine was working I went to the kitchen to start preparing for lunch.

I left a roast in the oven, took a set of towels and headed to the annex where the pool was. It was a beautiful architectural project. It had a waterfall between stones and a garden lit by a skylight. It was covered and in winter it could be used since it had heating. I went in and left the towels on a lounger. Morgan was sitting on the edge of the pool using his cell phone. I looked around and didn't see "Miss Long Legs". He was about to leave quietly, when Morgan said quietly, without taking his eyes off the device:

- Thank you Melanie.

- Arrange Mr. Morgan.

- Please call me Thomas. - He said without taking his eyes off the device. - I nodded in agreement and left.

The following month his guest was a beautiful redhead with a nationality that I could not identify. The name was unpronounceable, there seemed to be only consonants in the name. I shrugged my shoulders. He didn't even need to entertain his guests.

Looking at her lying on a lounger, a thought occurred to me. Morgan really liked tall women. Then I laugh at that stupid thought.

Over the months I got used to the coming and going of women that Thomas brought home. Some were nice, others were some kind of angel fallen from heaven. They walked as if they floated and left a trail of expensive perfume around the house.

And the press loved it. They did all kinds of speculation about the new girlfriend. But as soon as they arrived, they also left. He never brought anyone more than once.

The release date of the film that had Marseille as a setting was finally released. The cast would then have to travel to various parts of the globe making the disclosure. New York, São Paulo and Tokyo were the first. Thomas did not come home for weeks.

To fill my time, I enrolled in an English course in the city center. It was during this period that I also met Shannon. Her parents had a souvenir shop near the school. I stopped looking at the window. Shannon answered me and we started talking. She was cheerful and outgoing. Have short blond hair. The voice was melodious and she was always smiling. By the end of the afternoon we had already exchanged our phone numbers.

After eighteen months of working for Thomas, a certain complicity began. Whenever he was home, he invited me to accompany him at meals. Our conversations were based on our families and friends. I told him about Henry, my friendship with Sophie, and what my life in France was like. In return, he told me about his family and his friends.

We were having lunch when he told me he was going to have a guest over the weekend.

- It's all right. What would you like me to provide? - I asked indifferently.

He decided to provoke me. I shook my head from side to side without taking my eyes off me.

- Do I see a censure look there, Miss Bascher? - He smiled with the corner of his lips.

- Thomas, who do you ... you know ... - I felt my face flush - It is none of my business.

He was thoughtful for a few moments.

- You seem to think that sex has something to do with shame. Sex is a beautiful experience when shared with someone you care about. There is no shame afterwards, just a very good feeling.

- Well well. - debauched - Maybe I should accompany you to one of your meetings, take a notebook and make some notes.

It was his turn to blush.

On Mondays I would buy the items for house maintenance. He was pushing a cart when the cell phone rang. It was an unknown number.

- Melanie? Thomas. - He never called me.

- Yes Thomas. All right? - I replied with a worried air.

- Yes, fine. I'm in Berlin and Tessa had an emergency. Her daughter had complications in childbirth and I gave her a few weeks to accompany her daughter. Save my number on your cell phone, and if you need anything you can call me.

I heard someone in the background calling him.

- I have to go. Take care. - hung up without waiting for a reply.

A few days later, he called again to say that Jake would go home to get an envelope that was in the office.

Jake was Thomas's best friend, but he caused me some discomfort. He was also an actor, but he never really stood out and always played secondary roles. Sometimes, when Thomas was at home, he invited him to spend the weekend. In those moments I always looked for a way to be as little as possible in the house.