Beckenham.” He sighed, and then hugged her again. “It will be over soon Mary, I promise.”
“Please Rick be careful, I don’t want to lose you, you are as my son and I love you darling.”
He smiled at her old wrinkled face.
“I love you too, now remember lock up properly, and tell Fred as well, not to let any strangers in and be ready to leave if I say, okay.” She nodded, watching him as he darted back out the front door, slamming it hard behind him.
Mary had been his nanny since the day he had been born, and after his mother died, she took him away from that bastard of a stepfather, and raised him as her own, in his country estate. His stepfather did not care he did not want him, all he wanted was the money.
Sarah sat on her bed, and she smiled as she thought of him. She had known him one day, and she loved him, she was sure, even if the whole idea was ridiculous. Jumping up she hung her towel and bikini over the rail in the bathroom to dry and stuck her wet knickers in a washing bin. She wanted a shower, her hair was full of salt from the sea, but she wanted to wait until Rick came back up. She did not want to miss him, by being in shower. Walking back out, she looked out the window, it was getting dark and the security light shone over the car park, but she could not see him. Perhaps he was on his way back up.
There was a knock on the door.
“Sorry,” Rick apologised as she opened the door to him.
“That’s okay,” she replied.
“Do you want to come down to the kitchen and grab a coffee?” he asked. She nodded, taking the key out from the inside of the door, she shut it, locked it, and put the key in her pocket, a shower could wait.
The y walked down the stairs, through the double doors and along the corridor. They passed the mess hall and entered the kitchen.
“How many times have you been here?” she asked, as she watched him switch the kettle on and rummage in the cupboard for some coffee. He glanced over his shoulder, he did not want to lie to her, but he could not tell her the truth, yet.
“Oh feels like hundreds,” he said, nonchalantly. “Coffee - yes?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” She leant against the worktop and watched him.
“Do you own lots of properties?” she asked. He frowned before turning around.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Your property business in London, do you just do them up and sell them, or do you rent them out?” He sighed, relieved.
“Oh I see. I rent them, mostly. It depends where it is.”
“I don’t suppose you have a cheap bedsit anywhere,” she asked with a laugh. He shook his head, as he poured the milk in their coffee.
“No sorry, I have an apartment in Mayfair.”
“Really, jeez,” she said, thinking that must be worth a few million.
“You can stay there, if you like?” he offered and she laughed, taking the coffee from him. “No seriously, I mean it. It’s my place, I have a spare room.” She looked at him, eyes wide. “Or - you could just sleep in my room,” he suggested, as he moved in close to her. She hooked a piece of hair behind her ear, as his deep dark eyes gazed at her.
“Maybe,” she shrugged coyly. “Let’s see how these six weeks go.” Putting his coffee on the side, he lifted a hand to her face.
“I really mean it Sarah, you can stay with me, if you want,” he whispered, his mouth moving closer to hers. She felt herself trembling, and she closed her eyes as he kissed her, softly, gently, lovingly.
“Any more of that and I might be tempted,” she whispered back, as she brushed her cheek against his and inhaled him. It was a shame really that on Saturday inundated with kids, both of them would have to work.
“Rick, tomorrow can we spend the day together?” sh e asked. He drew back and looked at her.
“I had already assumed we would,” he said, his eyes smiling at her. “Besides, I think I said I would buy you an ice cream
“Please Rick be careful, I don’t want to lose you, you are as my son and I love you darling.”
He smiled at her old wrinkled face.
“I love you too, now remember lock up properly, and tell Fred as well, not to let any strangers in and be ready to leave if I say, okay.” She nodded, watching him as he darted back out the front door, slamming it hard behind him.
Mary had been his nanny since the day he had been born, and after his mother died, she took him away from that bastard of a stepfather, and raised him as her own, in his country estate. His stepfather did not care he did not want him, all he wanted was the money.
Sarah sat on her bed, and she smiled as she thought of him. She had known him one day, and she loved him, she was sure, even if the whole idea was ridiculous. Jumping up she hung her towel and bikini over the rail in the bathroom to dry and stuck her wet knickers in a washing bin. She wanted a shower, her hair was full of salt from the sea, but she wanted to wait until Rick came back up. She did not want to miss him, by being in shower. Walking back out, she looked out the window, it was getting dark and the security light shone over the car park, but she could not see him. Perhaps he was on his way back up.
There was a knock on the door.
“Sorry,” Rick apologised as she opened the door to him.
“That’s okay,” she replied.
“Do you want to come down to the kitchen and grab a coffee?” he asked. She nodded, taking the key out from the inside of the door, she shut it, locked it, and put the key in her pocket, a shower could wait.
The y walked down the stairs, through the double doors and along the corridor. They passed the mess hall and entered the kitchen.
“How many times have you been here?” she asked, as she watched him switch the kettle on and rummage in the cupboard for some coffee. He glanced over his shoulder, he did not want to lie to her, but he could not tell her the truth, yet.
“Oh feels like hundreds,” he said, nonchalantly. “Coffee - yes?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” She leant against the worktop and watched him.
“Do you own lots of properties?” she asked. He frowned before turning around.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Your property business in London, do you just do them up and sell them, or do you rent them out?” He sighed, relieved.
“Oh I see. I rent them, mostly. It depends where it is.”
“I don’t suppose you have a cheap bedsit anywhere,” she asked with a laugh. He shook his head, as he poured the milk in their coffee.
“No sorry, I have an apartment in Mayfair.”
“Really, jeez,” she said, thinking that must be worth a few million.
“You can stay there, if you like?” he offered and she laughed, taking the coffee from him. “No seriously, I mean it. It’s my place, I have a spare room.” She looked at him, eyes wide. “Or - you could just sleep in my room,” he suggested, as he moved in close to her. She hooked a piece of hair behind her ear, as his deep dark eyes gazed at her.
“Maybe,” she shrugged coyly. “Let’s see how these six weeks go.” Putting his coffee on the side, he lifted a hand to her face.
“I really mean it Sarah, you can stay with me, if you want,” he whispered, his mouth moving closer to hers. She felt herself trembling, and she closed her eyes as he kissed her, softly, gently, lovingly.
“Any more of that and I might be tempted,” she whispered back, as she brushed her cheek against his and inhaled him. It was a shame really that on Saturday inundated with kids, both of them would have to work.
“Rick, tomorrow can we spend the day together?” sh e asked. He drew back and looked at her.
“I had already assumed we would,” he said, his eyes smiling at her. “Besides, I think I said I would buy you an ice cream
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