|Lady M signing her books!|
Sofia still here. Lady M is having a busy time. I hope you've enjoyed my selection from our books over the last weeks. Donald and I are really excited. She has signed off at the text blocking stage and we're eagerly awaiting to see our cover and the date of our launch. This week, we thought we would start giving you little peeks from the new book LOVE YOU FOREVER
“This is definitely my favourite place,” Sofia said as she sipped champagne. “Let’s do it again, just one more time. Please, pretty please?”
“I have learned how Sophie manages to twist her father round her little finger. She uses that phrase and dilates her pupils to get her own way. I didn’t realize how clever she was when I was downstairs.” She splashed him back, and the water, which had far too much bubble bath in it, foamed over the side of the enormous bath. Neither of them cared. They were in their haven and enjoying their favourite hobby.
“Sure do. You planned everything so carefully, pretending to have won first prize in a competition, a weekend in New York for one. My brother was adamant that you not travel alone. Miranda almost ruined it by saying she had never heard of the company offering the prize and asking if it wasn’t more usual for such prizes to be for two people.” They both laughed and drank more champagne before he continued. “I almost died at that Sunday brunch when she commented that the weekend was the same one as the stag do I was planning on going to in Amsterdam. I never meant to hurt her. We were playing a childish and foolish game, but it was fun.”
“I remember it as if it was yesterday.” She laughed and splashed more water at him. “That weekend was really special. Time ceased to exist for just a few hours, flying first class and visiting the casino before coming up here to our beautiful room in the Manhattan skies. Just how many times have we been back?”
“No idea. I’ve lost count, now that time doesn’t exist.” He looked across at her. “Just one more time.”
“Wow, yippee!” They gulped the last of the champagne and then carelessly tossed their champagne flutes onto the floor, knowing that there was no danger of broken glass. They both moved toward the middle of the bath, causing more water to cascade over the side. They made love; it was beautiful and passionate. After, as they both slowly moved back to their ends of the bath, he said, “After three. One . . . two . . . three.”
“It’s to die for!” They chorused in unison before leaping out of the bath. He picked up two fluffy white bath towels and threw one across to her.
Donald, still naked but dry, opened the door and walked into the bedroom. He loved this room. It was on the thirty-second floor of the Waldorf Towers and above the Astoria Hotel. He remembered his first impressions of the antique mahogany furniture, king-size bed, and the rich green velvet fabric, carpet, and curtains. He had thought he was in a time warp, a dream, another world far removed from reality and his life as a builder living in a bourgeois home with a wife on the outskirts of Nottingham. But he had still been alive then and totally unaware of how things were going to pan out. He had had no idea that within four months he would be dead, leaving his beloved Miranda a widow.
He picked up a bathrobe from the chair, put it on, walked over to the television, and changed the channel from CBS to the Movie Channel and Love Me Tender. They watched that movie whenever they repeated their New York experience. He walked over to the window and looked across at the people who had booked the room.
She came into the room, dressed as usual in a black teddy, stockings, and stilettos. Normally, he would have ogled and salivated for her, but today they were both shocked. Those on the bed had not even noticed the channel change.
“We’ll make room. It’s not as much fun when they’re not aware of our presence. No wonder the telly was so loud.” There were not two but four people on the bed. They looked to be two middle-aged couples; the men were engaged in sexual activity, as were the two women. “Guess this is a new form of swinging—it doesn’t look like they put their car keys in a dish. Both women are wearing wedding rings. My guess is they’re two married couples who have a preference for their own gender.”
They climbed onto the bed between the four adults. Sofia was on Donald’s left with the women on her side. The two men were on Donald’s right. He put his arm around Sofia’s shoulders and they lay back on the pillows. His eyes, despite the activity on both sides of them, were firmly fixed on Sofia. One of the great advantages of dying early is that you never grow old. Sofia had died five years earlier but still looked the same, with dark shoulder-length hair and beautiful brown eyes. She wore makeup even though, with her natural beauty, she did not need it. She was one of England’s and Nottingham’s finest, a true example or proof that Nottingham is justly well known for three things: Robin Hood, lace, and beautiful women. She always wore the same copper-bronze lipstick. He had asked her about it once, and her reply was that it was her “confidence” lipstick. It had been the first item she had bought in her rebellion against her husband, Derek. Although Derek was his twin brother, Donald had never approved of the way he had isolated Sofia from her friends and colleagues after she gave birth to the twins and became a housewife and mother. He had only allowed her to wear clothes which completely covered her flesh, rather like the Muslim women, and had forbidden her to wear makeup. The purchase of this one lipstick had been Sofia’s first step in changing her life from being the downtrodden victim of a control-freak husband. Donald was proud of her and loved her body shell, every inch of it.
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Love to you all, Sofia (and Donald)