“You know that was very naughty…” Kyle whispered
“If I had a handle bar moustache I would twirl it, but I don’t, so spank me.”
“I intend to, later.” His eyes darkened into me.
“Just after the dance tonight, as it is I have to figure out another way to wear my dress tonight to cover the bruises I have…” his eyes darkened further as he gave me a crooked grin and pressed a finger to the one across my back I moaned softly. “Now that’s not nice.”
“Oh my kingdom for a handle bar moustache.” He quipped and I laughed as I followed him with food in my hands to a table. The three of us sat eating, oblivious to the looks and rumors that were circling around us. We simply didn’t care, well I knew I didn’t care and from the smiles they didn’t either.
When we were finished eating we were walking back to the hotel because Carson and I had class in the hotel kitchen and Kyle had to head out to the beach for riding class. We were talking and joking about high school lunch hour when it happened. It came out of nowhere, I was attacked.
By a lounge chair.
“MANDRAKE!” Everything happened in slow motion. I was falling backwards and I knew the only thing behind me was the pool and I was going to get wet. Carson reached for me but caught my bag instead. Thank Glock! Then I watched as my momentum pulled him off balance and he dropped my purse on the deck. Thank Glock again! Then that was it, I fell straight back into the pool and Carson came tumbling ass over tea kettle after me. When I came up for air Kyle was bent over laughing and I watched in humorous horror as Carson popped out of the water and pulled Kyle down with him.
While the two of them wrestled in the water I waded to the steps and got out. Sopping wet and without a towel I sat on the chair and waited for the boys to quit playing and get out. The good news: they stopping fighting, the bad news: they had caused a scene.
Sure enough all the girls including Rebecca and her pussy posse had all gathered around waiting to see what would happen. I too was intrigued when a man asked me. “Are you alright, do you need a towel?”
“Yes a towel would be great thanks.” I finally noticed that there were about five men gathered around me and wondered what they wanted. I was handed a towel and one was placed over my shoulders and one set of hands lingered a bit longer. “Keep touching me and you will lose the function of your right side.” The hands went away and I covered up and started drying off. Then the moment came when they got to the side of the pool.
There were instant conceptions all around.
Two sets of hands braced on the pool deck, and like a slow motion movie the two men popped out of the pool, water splashing everywhere and dripping off their hair and down their noses. Then their chests were exposed, a white shirt clinging to a thin wide chest, chest of a swimmer with defined muscles, but not overtly built, the biceps and triceps were both moving in a dance of motion (I heard sighing from the women, and I think a man) and the shirt stuck to his chest, abs, and arms and moved as he moved slowly and seductively.
The blue shirt was clinging to a built chest with rounded shoulders that led to the bicep which seemed to be relaxed while his triceps flexed and danced with the shirt. His pecks flexed as well as the shirt slick with water seemed to melt over his body. His abs constricted as he went to twist his body so he could sit on the edge of the pool and the muscles in his sides twisted calling attention to themselves (here I think a woman fainted) then straighten out as he relaxed.
I watched as the two of them sat with their feet till in the water and shaking off excess water. They each gave the other a shove and went to stand up, that’s when I sprang into action. “Here need a towel?” I slapped a towel over each, just below the waist line and heard a collection of sad sighs. I giggled. “If you two are done horsing around we still have classes to attend and I need to change.” They nodded and we walked toward the lobby.
“Kit! Kit baby, where have you been hiding?” A high pitched feminine voice hollered out from the crowd. I turned and saw a willowy woman walk out of the crowd and saw Carson’s face pale.
I also heard rumors starting ‘I knew that was Kit Carson.’ ‘Has he been here the whole time?’ ‘I heard he’s gay.’ That one made me smile, but his frown was too deep.
I frowned too meaning this is going to be a nightmare for him…all because of a damn promise!
I focused back on Carson’s pale face, he actually looked sick. Kyle put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him along and grabbed me by the other and led us both into the lobby and to the elevators. This time we got lucky the elevator had just got to the lobby and Kyle pushed us all inside and it closed just as the willow woman came around the corner.
“Um, so who was that?”
“Wow you really don’t follow along with pop culture do you?”
“No not really.” I tapped my squishy shoe, it didn’t have the desired effect, but it got the point across.
“That was Cassidy, the woman from the story we told you.”
“The one who wanted him to go along with what the media said.”
“The one and the same.”
“So why is he so quiet?” we both looked to Carson.
“If she knows he’s here that means the media knows.”
“Oh, but how did they find him?”
“Probably through me, I mean I haven’t been hiding myself…” Kyle reflected.
Daddy doesn’t like us getting involved with the media, but I wasn’t going to ditch them on their time of need. I needed a minute to think, but the ding told me we were on our floor, the three of us squished down the hallway and I found the entire scenario quite funny. I couldn’t keep from giggling, which started them laughing. We stood facing my door and I pulled a semi wet key from my pocket and slid it into the slot.
Red light.
I blew on it and tried it again
Red Light.
“Here try his.” Kyle handed me Carson’s card and I walked to his door. I heard the elevator ding and stuck the key card in…
Green Light.
I pushed open the door and we all rushed in and leaned against the door. It was a tight fit but I managed to get myself turned to be able to look out the peep hole, just as I thought it was Cassidy clicking her way down the hall. “Mandrake! The water.” I whispered.
We all looked down to our feet and at the puddle that formed under us. I watched through the hole as she paused at my door and then heard the knock echo through my room. I stripped as I ran through the rooms and grabbed a towel “Yes?” I said as I cracked the door.
“Yes, I’m looking for Kit Carson?”
“KIT CARSON?!? He’s here? Oh do you think I could get him to autograph something for me, I love his movies. Especially that one scene, you know the one right? Oh he’s yummy. I heard he left Hollywood, so you must be mistaken. I mean how do you know he’s here?”
Her eyes narrowed “I got a call from a friend who said that she’d seen Kyle Mallory here-”
“Kyle Mallory! Oh now would that be a sexy sandwich. I love his books, I happen to have one-”
“Shut up! God do you always ramble?” she snarled at me, ok she’s on my list, “anyways I heard that Kyle Mallory was spotted in town and where he goes Kit’s often nearby and then I saw him at the pool and I think the elevator stopped here.”
“Well I just love his movies, if I see him-”
Her eyes narrowed again. “Listen you little hussy he’s mine! We’ve been together for five years.” So she thinks.
“Oh, so there is no way I’m going to get his stubble burn between my thighs huh?” Her eyes widened and she huffed out a breath.
I watched as her eyes darted down and to the left, a sure sign the next words out of her mouth were going to be a lie. She didn’t disappoint me. “Look bitch he is my husband we secretly got married four years ago and have been living quietly and then I wake up two days ago with the best news any husband wants and I came straight here to let him in on the news.”
“Oh and what’s the news?” I widened my eyes and played innocent.
“How do I know you’re not going to go with the media with this?”
“How do you know I’m not media?”
She scanned my body and face and apparently found me of no threat, nodded. “Sweetie you don’t have the anatomy it takes to be in the media” she made a vulgar sign below her pelvis area. I looked wide eyed like I had no idea what she was talking about she laughed and answered my original question. “I came to tell my husband that I’m pregnant. We’ve been trying, a lot, if you know what I mean.” She winked at me.
“Oh, well congrats, if I see him I’ll let him know you’re looking for him”
“You really are clueless, but keep your virgin hands off my man or I shall destroy you.” She stopped off down the hall knocking on doors as she went then switched to the other side and when she came to the door across from mine I said.
“You know floors five and six are reserved for the school reunion right?” apparently she didn’t. “Oh yeah, everyone but me should be down at the classes, I was just getting ready to go down to mine in fact.” She huffed again, flipped her blonde hair and stomped of in five inch Prada heels. I shut the door and turned and dropped my towel to get dressed and there they were standing in the doorway. Looking at me like lunch and both still gorgeous in sticking shirts. “Oh no you don’t I want to make at least one class today and you guys are soaked. Kyle get your ass into my shower and Carson get into yours I’ll be back in an hour.”
I wrapped myself into my red dress but this time wrapped it as a skirt and threw on a dry bra and panties and added a tank top. I ran a brush through my hair which had taken to rolling into the ringlets and then braided it into a loose braid and squeezed it out again into a towel and grabbed my sandals and my bag, which Kyle had grabbed after they got out of the pool, took a glance in the mirror and cringed. I looked like a leopard. I grabbed a sweater and headed out the door.
Chapter six:
I rushed into the kitchen just as class kicked off. “Oh well thank you for joining us.”
“Sorry I got held up.”
“Yes well you are still late, please take that empty table. There is still one other person missing but we shall start without them. Welcome I am Martin I own La Table and I am your teacher today.” He said it like we should be kissing his – oh never mind here comes Rebecca to do it.
We were just going over the ingredient list when the kitchen doors flung open and Carson came in sans glasses. Shaved, wearing a tight tee and loose jeans. His signature looks from his Hollywood days. That was one reason I like his movies he had such a laid back way to him and a barely contained chest. Hey I’m female and shallow enough. He had also taken a trimmer to his hair and I was sad to say shaved his hair off and was now military short. Right now he looked just like he did in his last movie, just before he disappeared. The flashing lights behind him told me that he was indeed playing his part and that the media had found him.
I wanted to cry.
“Sorry I’m so late, do forgive me, but I had to swim the current of media to get here.”
“Kit Carson!” This was from the chef. “Kit Carson, what a pleasure to meet you. I am Martin I would love for you to come into my restaurant; the meal would be on me.”
“Oh now that’s right nice of you. But shouldn’t we be worrying about this class first?”
Martin seemed to just remember he was standing in front of ‘eager young learners’. “Ah, yes, why don’t you go take that station there next to the brunette and we shall begin again.”
Carson turned and walked back toward me smiling and shaking hands as he went. His eyes told me to play the part. My eyes, I hope, said I’m going to devour you alive. He came to stand next to me. “Hello.”
“Hiya” I made myself sound breathless.
“Kit Carson.” He held his hand out to me.
I took it and said “Kit Carson…” wide eye doe…what is it about this character that makes me want to gag?
He chuckled but shook my hand. “I am Kit Carson and you are?”
“Going to puke,” I mumble to myself. “I-I’m Harley and a huge fan.”
“Good to know. Should we, um?” He nodded toward the front and I let go of his hand and quickly blushed.
“Today we are making La table éclairs. You have in front of you the list of ingredients and between you and your partner you will be making them. Please make sure you get all of the ingredients but the butter, the butter must be cold.”
Carson and I looked at the list and when everyone was focused on their list of ingredients he whispered to me “A bit overdone don’t you think?”
“Oh says the man who has changed personalities faster than Eve White to Eve Black?” he smirked. “Oh don’t smirk at me mister.” I turned to get the ingredients and came back with a bowl full of stuff. “Now let’s cook. I’m dying to try these bad boys out” Unfortunately we had to wait for the rest of the class to get their ingredients and back to their table. “Hey mister movie-star why don’t you go see if you can get the instructions so we can get going on it.”
He smiled at me and walked up to the front and Rebecca took this moment to come over. “Harley you have got to introduce me to him please.”
“Um, I hardly know him, how am I to make that introduction. Why don’t you just introduce yourself?” I nodded behind her. She spun and became absolutely statuesque. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, I don’t even think she was breathing. Carson’s eye met mine and I shrugged to the question in them. I sighed. “Kit Carson can I introduce you to Rebecca Stanley, oh sorry Rebecca Morrison.” I saw her shoulders flinch to the mention of her married name.
“Nice to meet you,” Carson said as one would, but Rebecca just giggled incoherently and scampered back to her station. Carson came and stood by me “What the hell was that about?” He whispered. I simply shook my head and held my hand for the instructions. “How do you know I got it?”
“Please…now just give it to me and I’ll save you one to eat off me later.” As was my plan he was stunned stupid and I grabbed the instructions from behind his back and set it down. “So what did you promise him in return for this?”
“I have to go to dinner at his restaurant tomorrow night.” I laughed and began making the filing. Twenty minutes later we were placing the filling into the fridge to chill and starting on the pastry.
“This would go so much better if I had music.” I had the oven preheating and the baking sheet ready. I was watching the water boil when music drifted to my ears. I looked up at the ceiling and didn’t notice speakers, but then the voice sounded familiar and I turned to see Carson singing Swinging on a Star. I laughed out loud causing heads to turn our direction. “Ok, point taken.”
“…Or would you rather be a fish? A fish won’t do anything, but swim in a brook...” He turned me back to the stove and put his hands on mine to control the movements all while he sang in my ear. By the time the pastry was done I was as hot as the stove we were putting them in and he had serenade me two other songs, both old crooner’s songs. I enjoyed every moment and was apparently the hated foe of every girl, if the looks were anything to go off of.
I filled the pastry bag and with slightly shaky hands piped out the éclairs and brushed them with the egg wash he had made during the chorus to ‘Let’s call the Whole Thing Off’ and placed them in the oven then went to attack the chocolate glaze. His hip bumped me out of the way “Oh let me do this part…I love chocolate.” Oh boy, I shivered and felt my nipples pebble. Apparently they were obvious because he glanced down and when he looked back his pupils were dilated.
So what did he do, he began singing another song. I knew, had he chosen any other genre of music I might have been able to ignore him, but with him choosing the Rat Pack era I was a hopeless goner. I didn’t even know he could sing until today. “Stars shinning bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I Love You.’”
I felt like one of the
chickens from the cartoons when they bring in singing rooster to help lay eggs. I swayed as he swayed and I was in his arms dancing about our little station and felt my own eggs drop. Oh! I stopped quickly and erased that image from my mind as he released me and went back to dessert.
He wrapped the glaze and placed it next to our filling then turned to me. “Well it was nice meeting you Harley. I do hope to see you tonight at the dance?”
“You’re coming tonight?”
“Yes I was invited.”
“Oh, yeah? I shall be there.” I flushed slightly, still thinking about the eggs.
“Good.” He took my hand and shook it gently and then turned and left, stopping at the front briefly to talk to Martin and then pushed out the door into the mess of cameras and people yelling all sorts of questions and then the door closed and all was silent and every pair of eyes in the kitchen turned to me.
I looked down to the instruction sheet and read over the last part ‘Bake 15 minutes then turn heat down to 375 and bake about 25 minutes more’ I glanced at my timer I still had five minutes. So I rolled my eyes and looked up. “Yes?” I suppose it was invitation because I was bombarded with questions and I held my hands up and finally had to shout. “ENOUGH!” after everyone was quiet I answered the questions. “No I have never met that man before today. No I did not know he could sing. No I am not his mistress. No we did not plan anything you may have witnessed. I do believe he said something about coming to the dance tonight. Now if you will excuse me I need to tend to my dessert.” I walked to my oven and turned down the temp and took out my phone and texted my brother ‘hey bro there is a prob’
‘what’s up?’
‘media has found C’
‘oh man that sux, play it cool and will evac 3 tonight’
‘can we do morn I want to go to dance k will go w/ me’
‘fine but no l8r then 0600’
‘yes sir C.U.T XO’
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