FOLLOW YOUR HEART

Chapter 4 - Three Golden Rules

VISIT #1 - JUNE

It had been a crazy five weeks since she had last pulled into this driveway, but it had not been that long since she had seen Shawn, because he had turned up at her Toronto show only a week ago. She hadn't seen him since they had practically had public elevator sex and she was still waking up in a sweat at night from the dreams she had about that. She had literally propositioned him with her eyes and he had turned her down. She knew he did the right thing, complicated was too simple a word for what was going on, but she had been so disappointed when she had left the elevator that night. She had felt so sexy when she had arrived at dinner, and he had looked so hot in a long sleeved black knit top with the sleeves pushed up to show his muscular forearms. She had decided somewhere around in the middle of setting the dates that it would be a good idea to take this attraction further, and she had leaned over the table, hoping he'd get a good eyeful of what she had to offer, and even made a really un-subtle risqué remark about going to bed, but he hadn't taken the bait. Or so she thought. When he tried to protect her from the big German tourist and had ended up pressing her against the back of the elevator she could feel his arousal against stomach and thought it was definitely going to happen. Later, back in her room she had paced, breathing heavily, talking herself out of going to his room.

The car pulled into the long driveway of Unger House.  It was dark, already so late, but the lights were on in the two upstairs bedrooms and the drawing room downstairs. As she alighted and waited for her bags she realised she could hear the piano. She felt a pang, she had found Garry at that piano on many occasions.

"Good evening Miss Camila," Talbot said and she hugged him.

"Hi Tally," she said. "How are you? How is your daughter? And the grandchildren?"

"We're all well thank you miss. Master Shawn is in the drawing room, as you can hear."

"I can. Leave my bags, I'll take them up."

"I'm not too old to do that, and there's an elevator, I'll put them in your room. You have the North bedroom."

"Oh, OK." She had no idea which was north and which was south.

She walked in to the large entrance hall and then followed the sound of the piano into the drawing room. Shawn had his back to her and she walked up behind him and put her hands over his eyes. He stopped playing and smiled.

"Um, who could that be I wonder? I know, Margaret Thatcher!"

"You do know she's long since passed don't you?"

"Oh, well next guess.....Hermione Granger!"

"Hermione is a fictional character," she said. "You are so bad at this."

He swung around on the chair and she fell into his lap with a squeal. His face was so close to hers, and she was staring at his lips, her heart pounding.

"Now, where were we when I last saw you alone, in Toronto?"

She had come backstage after the show to find him waiting and he picked her up and swung her around.

"That was fucking awesome! I'm so proud of you Camilita!"

She laughed and he put her down. She had seen him singing along and dancing in the VIP section, he was hard to miss since he was a head taller than everyone else.

"That was so good Camila, seriously! Congratulations!"

Shawn's sister Aaliyah hugged her tight, followed by his parents. They all chatted with her about the show and then his family said they had to leave, it was a long drive back to Pickering and Shawn followed her to her dressing room.