Page 37 of Learning to Love

“Never, I’ve tried, but he doesn’t like it.” I peer over her shoulder to check on the time. “Shit, it’s almost midday. We slept for ages.”

At that precise moment, a knock comes on the main door to the suite. We both freeze, behaving like we’ve been naughty children and have just been busted for it.

“They can’t come in here. I’ve got your cum still dripping down my legs. The room must smell of sex and you’re naked.” Elodie starts to panic.

I silence her with a kiss to the lips. She blinks rapidly at me.

“You get in the bath and wash yourself clean. They’ll need you to have wet hair to style it anyway. I’ll ask them to set-up the living room area, and I’ll arrange for housekeeping to come and clean the bedroom once I’ve picked up all our dirty laundry,” I say with a smile

Elodie opens her mouth to protest, most probably at the suggestion of someone coming into the bedroom to clean, but then shuts it again before mumbling, “I guess they’re used to it. It’s part of the job when working in a hotel.”

I give her another kiss before heading back into the bedroom and shutting the bathroom door behind me to provide Elodie with privacy. I find a pair of casual track pants, pull them on, and make my way to the main door of the suite.

When I open it, Hinchbootie stands there with a clipboard in his hand. Two ladies stand either side of him, carrying various boxes that I know will contain hair products and makeup. It’s not just Elodie who will be made to look pretty. I have to go through the rigmarole as well.

“Good morning, Your Highness.” All three either bow or curtsy to me.

“Come in.” I motion, but no one moves until I walk away from the door. Royal protocol dictates it’s wrong for them to walk in front of me.

“Miss Nash is just taking a bath. She’ll be with you in a minute. Feel free to set-up here in the living room. Hinchbootie, can you arrange for the bedroom to be cleaned so I can dress in there, please? Can you also get us a selection of food for lunch? We missed breakfast.”

The personal secretary lowers his head to acknowledge the request. The two ladies curtsy again and move to the dining room table to start setting-up.

I return to the bedroom and find a t-shirt to wear just as Elodie appears at the door.

“How are you feeling?” I question as she pulls on a fluffy dressing gown.

“Nervous. I can’t believe we have to get ready so early.”

“It’s not just beautifying. There’ll be briefings from Hinchbootie as well. I have to know about everyone who’s attending. We’ll be shown pictures and given details on the all guests. Don’t worry if you can’t memorize everything. That’s one thing I can do, and Hinchbootie will be at our side to remind us of anyone we can’t remember.”

“And there’s me thinking this was just going to be a day of pampering. I didn’t realize there would be a test at the end of it.”

I smirk at Elodie, “No, at the end of it, there’ll be an entire night and day spent in bed. I’ve got so many different positions I want to explore with your flexibility as a yoga teacher.”

“I can’t wait.” Elodie walks past me to enter the living room, and I pull her back flush against my body.

“I’m falling for you, Miss Nash.” I tell her, needing to get it off my chest before we begin what I know will be the biggest challenge for her, so far.

“I feel the same.”

We join our lips together, our tongues dipping into each other’s mouths. My dick hardens again in my pants, insatiable for Elodie.

A cough comes from the door. I don’t even need to pull away from Elodie to know who it is.

“What is it, Hinchbootie?”

“Housekeeping and the food you requested are here, sir?”

“Send them in,” I order, and taking Elodie’s hand, I lead her into the suite's main living area and sit her down at the table. “Ladies, Miss Nash is all yours. Now, where is that food?”

The next few hours pass in a massive blur of names and faces. I’m too distracted, watching Elodie, to take them all in. The ladies are there simply to accentuate Elodie’s looks by giving her a manicure and pedicure before setting about putting her hair up in an elaborate style.

Elodie’s already stunning, so her makeup is light but layered to ensure it stays intact all evening. Now and then, Elodie reaches up and touches the yoga symbol necklace she’s wearing and looks at me. We smile at each other, and I know that her memory is just as fresh with visions of our lovemaking last night.

“Your Highness, please pay attention.” Hinchbootie scolds me for what must be the hundredth time. Elodie chuckles softly.

“Yes, sorry. It’s Senator Steven Cole. He’s local to Florida, married to Maria Cole, and they have two children, Ben and Serena, both are in high school.”

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