Lost and Found

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Monday 30th October 2007

Work was like a breath of fresh air from the fantasy her life seemed to be at the moment. Despite being busier than ever, Amelia found her mind constantly drifting off into the unknown, the future, somewhere she rarely ventured in thoughts. All weekend she’d been restless, desperate for Sol, wanting to hug him, to hold him, to share another one of those kisses, but she knew he was right, they had to do this the right way. They’d shared many texts over the weekend, and phone calls each evening, Amelia now felt she knew him as well as she did all those years ago.

Just thinking of him set her mind and her body alight. She’d never believed she had a libido before, in the years following being caught in flagrante with Sol she had shied away from men, preferring to work hard. She’d had a few encounters with a few men since, and had actually slept with two of them, but at that point when she failed to recapture the intensity and the passion she had with Sol, she’d ended an affair that didn’t seem to fully engage her. For years she wondered if she had some level of frigidity, whether there was something wrong with her, but now as her whole body seemed to thrum at the thought of him, she realised that the other men had been wrong for her.

A brief knock preceded the door opening and she looked up to see Clay peeping into the office.

“I’m just saying goodbye, I’ll keep in touch by email, but I’ll iron everything out in four weeks, make your move as smooth as possible. Next time I see you it’ll be in the office on your first day! Looking forward to it!”

It the excitement of the weekend she had honestly put her move to the back of her head, it complicated the advances in her personal life. But then her and Sol had been apart for almost ten years, what difference would the Atlantic make? Her honest answer was that absence shouldn’t be an obstacle. They weren’t teenagers facing the devastation of being split up by University; they were adults who could realistically fly to see each other on a regular basis. If they couldn’t get through this then it wasn’t really going to work, was it?

Just before she closed her computer down for the night, an email came through from Sol. Her heart surged as she opened it.

“They’ve delayed Helena’s trip home, something to do with more promotion. She’ll be home Wednesday eve. Wish I’d gone out there on Saturday now. Hope you’ve had a good day, I’ve not concentrated on anything more than you all day, lucky I’m the boss or I would be sacked today. What you do to me...Sol xx”

It was such a mixed bag of emotions that washed over her, disappointment that it’s be another day or two until Sol was free to court her, but the rest of the message gave her such pleasure that she could have that affect on him! Sighing she typed a quick response,

“I know you must be dreading it and wishing it over, hopefully will be soon. And yes I’ve spent far too long gazing out of the window when the financial world was racing through its daily events! Lucky my boss appreciates me, or I’d be sacked too. Can’t wait to see you, will sit by the phone, Meals xxx”

Closing down the computer she sighed, this week was taking far too long.

Thursday 2nd November 2007

Tick...tick...tick...That was the pace of her life outside of work. Amelia was so glad that she had such an absorbing job, if it wasn’t for that she’d have driven herself insane. As it was her job had such a hectic nature and that was without the added hassle of preparing for the move, that once she ‘switched on’ she forgot everything else. So the days were tolerable, but the nights interminably long.