The California Club: LoveTravel Series - USA

by Belinda Jones

  A brief swish of calm descends.

  But then my heart has another tantrum. 'I don't want to feel calm!' it cries. 'That's not what I'm here for. I'm here to feel everything, to experience love. Please…'

  All I can say is, 'I'm sorry. Not yet. Soon, I promise. (I hope.) Let me get you a drink.'

  I'm just knocking back a medicinal brandy when the bride lunges at the bar.

  'Vodka orange,' she requests. 'And make it a triple – I intend to start married life with the mother of all hangovers!'

  As I do a quick double-take, she catches my eye and puts a lacy arm around me.

  'What kinda night are you having?'

  'Oh, great, yes – thank you so much for letting us come!'

  She shrugs as she takes a swig. 'Well, I always like to see Joel happy.'

  'Oh no, it's not like that!' I jump in, just in case even on her wedding day she's feeling proprietorial over her ex.

  'I saw you with that other guy,’ she nods over to the fireplace.

  'Elliot,' I mutter, with downcast eyes.

  'But he's gone.'

  'Yes,' I confirm.

  She cocks her head to one side. 'Don't you find it tiring feeling heartbroken all the time?'

  My jaw drops at her insight into my condition. 'Is there an alternative?' I ask.

  'There is tonight.'

  I raise an eyebrow.

  'His name is Joel. Trust me, you won't regret it.'

  'Regret what?' A male voice joins us.

  It's Joel. It would be.

  'I'm just recommending one of the activities available at the hotel.'

  'At this time of night?' Joel looks bemused.

  'Oh this one goes right through till the morning.' She winks before giving him a peck on the cheek and Proud-Mary-ing her way back to her husband.

  'What was that all about?' Joel laughs. Before I can fudge an answer he bumps me playfully and says, 'So – was that a kiss I spied earlier?'

  I attempt a triumphant twinkle: 'That was not a kiss. That was the kiss!'

  'I knew if I gave you guys some room something would happen,' Joel grins then prompts, 'And yet?' He notices the smudge of sadness on my face.

  Immediately I'm crestfallen. 'It's not enough.'

  ‘Tell me what you want,' he urges.

  'Everything,' I quaver. 'Everything, or what's the point?'

  Joel takes my hands and wraps them around his waist. 'A kiss is a good start.'

  'Yes,' I concede, leaning against his shoulder, glad of the comfort. 'And, you know, if I was here for a few more days I'd feel pretty optimistic but I'm leaving for LA tomorrow and—'

  'By the way, I'll drive you,' he cuts in.

  I pull back and gawp at him. 'Don't be silly, that's 300 miles!'

  'I've got a meeting at the Bel Air Hotel in the afternoon so I have to go anyway, it's really you who'd be doing me the favor, keeping me company on that tedious journey.'

  'Are you sure?' I succumb to a half-smile. I'd be a fool to fight his offer.

  'There is one catch – we'd have to leave about 7am.'

  I don't need to look at my watch. Even if was 6am now I'd still go – he's taken a lonely trip and turned it into the chance to have another adventure. Suddenly I don't know what I'd do without him.

  'Everything’s better with you,' I say, looking directly into his midnight eyes. The brandy has made me daring.

  'I feel the same way,' he responds just as steadily.

  We hold each other's gaze. It's just for a few seconds but long enough to cross over into new territory. I can feel my heart saying, What about him? He seems willing. I've got so much to give right now, please let me love someone.

  'So now you're thinking, "Could we? Should we? Will we?"' Joel teases, leaning closer with each question.

  I laugh, trying to cover my embarrassment and inner palpitations as I squeak, 'Could we?'

  'We could indeed.'

  'Should we?' My voice involuntarily takes on a more serious tone.

  'It would definitely be fun.'

  'Will we?' By now I am practically hoarse.

  'That's up to you,' he says simply.

  Suddenly it's right there, so close I could reach out and grab it – literally! He's talking sex, not a relationship, I know that: But what an offer. The best I've had in a long time.

  I emit a tremulous sigh. 'No, I don't want to mess things up, I like things just the way they are between us.' I reach for the bar snacks but he stops me.

  'Just like you're happy with the way things are between you and Elliot?'

  I look confused.

  'You're scared of messing up that friendship, aren't you?'

  'Of course I am!' I puff. 'If I make some big love confession I could ruin everything. I'm not sure it's worth the risk.'

  'It's the thing you want most in the world and you're not prepared to take a risk for it?' Joel confronts me.

  'I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable,' I mumble, feeling feeble.

  'It's only the truth,' Joel shrugs. 'All you would be doing is putting your truth out there. How he reacts is up to him.'

  This man certainly has a way of making things sound so simple. I push a scattering of pistachio shells into a neat little circle. Maybe I am a bigger part of Elliot and I not getting together than I realize.

  'I have moments when I think it's the only thing to do – to tell him how I feel -and other times I think I've just got to let go,' I explain.

  'You know you're coming very close to now or never,' Joel warns. 'I reckon he can handle it, either way. The question is, can you?'

  I take a moment to think and then squirm. 'I don't know.'

  'Maybe we should give you some practice, then.'

  'What do you mean?' I ask, feeling unsettled.

  Joel takes my hand, which is absently pinching my pistachio shell circle into a straight line, and rumbles, 'Practice on me!'

  I knew the man had killer sex appeal but I had yet to experience its full force directed at me. My stomach and loins flurry excitedly.

  'I've only known you thirty or so hours but I'd say we're friends, wouldn't you?'

  I nod vigorously, unable to speak.

  'Well, I tell you what – we're going to cross that line. Together.'

  Before I can voice any concerns he leans forward and kisses me. I take a moment to register the sensation. Not bad, but it's not Elliot.

  He contemplates my expression and kisses me again. More tenderly, languorously. Hmmmm. Not Elliot. Joel.

  This time he seems pleased with my reaction.

  Me too.

  'Again,' I request, pulling him towards me…

  Chapter 26

  ‘No!'

  I've been watching Joel sleep for the past five minutes and it freaks me out that this is how he chooses to greet the morning-after-the-night-before.

  'No! No!' he continues his emphatic remonstration.

  His eyes are still tightly closed. Is he sleep-talking? Dreaming? Remembering?

  'Joel?' I whisper, paranoia gnawing at me.

  He groans and flips on to his side, announcing: 'NO, I don't regret it. NO, it's not going to be awkward between us. And NO, I'm not gonna try and wriggle out of driving you to Los Angeles.'

  He opens one eye. 'Okay?'

  'Okay!' I grin, totally busted.

  He looks past me to the alarm clock: 5.45am. 'Five more minutes?' he entreats.

  I snuggle back into the warmth of his furry chest the kind that looks like it's been blown-dry and feels like a nest made of softly spun silk.

  Now Joel's said his piece I feel secure in the knowledge that he's not going to squirm away from me or pretend it didn't happen. Or pretend it was any thing more than it was. I like how he's honest with me and doesn't invent stuff that he thinks I want to hear. He's the same person he was at the wedding reception last night. Only with fewer clothes. And that's the way it should be.

  I don't understand why so many men shut down directly after an intimate e
ncounter. In theory it should bring you closer together but that's rarely been my experience. Is it panic at being confronted with real emotions that throws them through a loop? Embarrassment at having shown some vulnerability? Or is it that, in trying to second-guess what the girl is thinking, they mistakenly presume you always want more from them? They daren't be nice or civil in case they encourage you.

  Generally the best thing to do is to get the hell out of Dodge. But not today. Today I'm going to enjoy the chest then I'm going to have breakfast with it and then take a six-hour drive with it. And it's going to be fine. More than fine. I know that because I haven't woken up feeling as if I lost something in the night. There are no regrets. Even when I think about Elliot. Yes, that fireside kiss was pure bliss, but I'm still a little miffed that he made his move on Joel's time, rather than the endless free years he could have chosen. It makes me question his motivation. All the same, I was concerned that being with Joel would feel like a betrayal. But it didn't. It felt like an entirely separate part of my life, and, if anything, I feel more balanced about Elliot today because I'm no longer quite so far behind in the amour stakes: Now I've had a bit of action I don't have to be resentful of my feelings for him, because this time they haven't stopped me having fun.

  A big smile spreads across my face. Apparently it is possible to get it on with a friend and still be buddies the next day. I'd even go one step further: sometimes it doesn't ruin everything, it makes it better!

  One of Joel's hands slips over the side of the bed and reappears with a bottle of Evian in its grasp.

  'Slurp of Naïve, darling?'

  I eagerly rehydrate then ask, 'Are you the mythical perfect boyfriend?'

  'As a matter of fact I'm the world's worst boyfriend,' he states, frankly. 'But I do a nice line in do-gooder sex.'

  'You should rent yourself out.'

  'I've thought about it, but if I did it on a regular basis all my clients would fall in love with me and then where would I be?'

  'Loved?' I suggest.

  For a moment he looks thrown. And a little bit lost. I try to un-trigger the emotion by joking, 'I have the same problem. Once a man has been with me, no other woman can compare. I mean, you're utterly smitten now, aren't you?'

  'Besotted. Being with you is like a drug. You're like those cane toads they lick in South America to trip on.'

  'I'm like a toad?!' I splutter.

  He responds to my outrage by licking me from shoulder to ear in one slurp.

  'Eurghhh! Get off!' I shudder, writhing beneath him. He continues the licking so I start tickling him. Bad idea – now he's licking and tickling me. I can't bear it and squeal in a state of squirmy delirium.

  ‘Wait!' I say, holding him away from me for a second. 'Was that the door?'

  'Dunno!' He grabs me again, pulling me on top of him.

  'I'd better check,' I say, wriggling out of his grasp. I pull the sheet off the bed to swathe it around myself but he pulls it back. As we indulge in a farcical tug-of-war there's another knock at the door.

  'Joel!' I despair. He still won't relinquish the sheet so instead I have to make do with two of the extra-large pillows – one in front, one behind – so I now look like a cuddly version of a sandwich-board street walker.

  'Nice look!' Joel calls after me.

  When I get to the door, I have to press the back pillow against the wall in order to free up a hand to open the latch.

  'Oh! Sorry!' Elliot looks absolutely mortified at the sight of me – the muss of my hair and flush of my cheeks leaving him in no doubt that naked frolicking has been prematurely curtailed. 'Bad time?'

  'Actually your timing is perfect,' I tell him. 'You've rescued me from death by tickling – come in.'

  'No, no, I'm fine. I was up early and I just wondered if you fancied getting some breakfast before you left.'

  'Of course! Just give us half an hour.'

  'Oh.' By the look on his face he wasn't planning on hearing the 'us' word, but he quickly composes himself. 'Okay. Well, no rush. You just …' He waves an arm back towards the bedroom.

  I close the door and take a moment to assess what I'm feeling. Half of me wants to run after him and say, 'It's not what you think! Well, actually it is but given the choice I would have rather have been you but you didn't offer and Joel did …' And the other half is saying, 'Now you get to see how I feel every time I see you with another woman.'

  Chapter 27

  ‘Dear god, could this be any more orgasmic?' I ask, sinking my teeth into an apple crepe oozing raspberry purée.

  'Well …' Joel gives me a naughty look.

  Elliot goes cross-eyed staring into the bottom of his coffee cup.

  Bless him, I don't suppose he's ever witnessed Lara the Sex Object before. I feel a little uneasy at the level of schmaltz Joel is peddling but I know his excessive flirtation is partly just a last desperate bid to prompt a jealous outburst from Elliot. I'm hoping for something along the lines of 'Step away from the damsel! She can never be yours for she loves only me! This very morning I awoke to find my love for her soars high above the mariposa trees!'

  Instead he says: 'Do you have any tomato ketchup?' and he's not even talking to me.

  As the gaps allotted for Elliot to speak go unused, Joel decides to fill them.

  'Do you think you'd ever do it again – you know, embrace the Great Outdoors?'

  I think for a moment. Not having camped out or endured a ten-mile trek I feel a bit like I've done the drive-by Disney version of wilderness – I've been on all the rides but spent more time foraging in the gift shop than actually experiencing the snap of a twig underfoot.

  'I think if I did do it again, I'd almost need to come for longer,' I decide. 'You know – give myself a chance to get past the boredom and surrender to the serenity.'

  'Is that a yes?' he asks.

  'Well, I don't want to make a habit of this fresh air lark but it certainly has novelty appeal!' I try and get a smile out of Elliot. No dice.

  Joel leans closer. 'I was just thinking, I'd love to take you to Lake Tahoe – we could get a cozy little log cabin by the water's edge, go skinny-dipping in the moonlight…'

  The dreamy look on my face is for real. This man is like the promise of another world. I try to imagine what it would be like dating someone like thim yet somehow even the fantasy seems out of reach. He's so fully present right now but I get the feeling he could vanish at any time, and without warning.

  'Whadda y'say, babycakes?' Joel slides his hand along my thigh.

  'If it's got a patchwork quilt and room service, I'm in,' I announce.

  There's a chink of cutlery on china as Elliot savages his Eggs Florentine.

  'Everything all right?'

  'Fine!' he trills.

  'Looks good.' I prod my fork at his spinach-heaped muffin.

  'Actually, Elise does a better hollandaise sauce.' He sticks his nose in the air.

  For once I smile at his mention of the devil woman. If I didn't know better I'd swear we were finally getting to him!

  After arranging a bag of muffins for the road (and a small care package for Elliot) we head down the exterior walkway to the car. By the third hanging basket I realize Elliot is deliberately skulking behind us. By the fourth I've hung back and linked my arm in his, knowing these are the last few steps we'll take together. By the fifth, Joel has me in a fireman's lift and is charging for the valet parking desk.

  'It's the black Cherokee,' he says, pointing over to nearby lot where his jeep is in view.

  'We have a bit of a backlog, sir. If you could just bear with us.'

  'I'll get it myself, no problem,' he tells the valet, exchanging a $5 bill for his keys and setting me down. 'Stay put, I'll bring it round.'

  Elliot watches Joel jog off and mutters, 'I'll just run a quick marathon while I'm at it …' then ushers me away from the other guests awaiting their vehicles. 'Lara, I need to talk to you.'

  Could the taunt about Lake Tahoe have done the trick after all?
He did seem to prickle.

  'It's about Elise.'

  I grimace. Don't rain on my parade, mister!

  'If you've got a message for her, why don't you jot it down?' I suggest, cheerfully picturing her drowning in a vat of hollandaise sauce. I'm not reciting love lines to her.

  'It's just … I was wondering if you could let me know how she's getting on—'

  'You can ask her yourself in two days,' I cut in. 'I've got the magic cellphone, remember? I'll put you on to her as soon as I get there.'

  'No! I mean … I'd rather you had the chance to sense her mood first. See how she's feeling about us the wedding and everything.'

  'Are you worried that she might be having second thoughts?'

  Elliot looks shifty.

  'What is it?' I frown.

  He falters, apparently struggling to find the words. When his eyes lock with mine he changes tack: 'You seem to be getting on better than ever with Joel.'

  'I am,' I beam.

  'Seeing you with him …'

  My smile fades. 'Yes?'

  'It's made me realize …' Elliot pauses, eyes searching mine. 'I'm looking at you and …'

  I raise my eyebrows to encourage him to go on. Words are failing me but inside I'm chanting: Say you're jealous. Say you're jealous.

  'I'm jealous,' he confesses.

  Oh my god! I gasp. Here we go!

  'I want what you've got,' he says simply.

  Hmmm. I want what you've got. Not I want you.

  'You want what I've got?' I repeat, angling for clarification.

  'The two of you look like you're having a blast.'

  Ah. We may have slightly overplayed our hand. 'Well, it's always like that at the beginning, isn't it? I'm sure you and Elise—'

  'It was never like that with us. It was great in other ways—'

  'Well, then!' I jump in, nerves getting the better of me.

  A horn that has been tooting for the last few seconds now comes with a vocal accompaniment: 'Lara! Over here!'

  It's Joel, beckoning to me. He mimes that he can't come back round to the entrance because of the car congestion.

  ‘One second.' I give Elliot the 'hold that thought' finger and run over to Joel.