The Red Dress
Aniah
Chapter One: Leaving
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Minna! Wai! More! (Everyone! yay! More!)
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Nyah was wearing that
clinging red dress again. As Sean disembarked from the private jet he couldn't
help but think of that one night in the Italian nightclub, where it all began.
She gave him an alluring smile, and they walked arm-in-arm to the waiting car.
"How was your trip?" She asked, her lips on his ear. He shifted in his seat.
"Too long. Did you get along
all right here without me?" Nyah schootched closer to him, molding her shape to
his body and, leaning her head on his shoulder, nodded. Hugh, sitting up front
with the driver, pretended not to notice. Giving that one-of-a-kind smile to
nothing in particular, Sean put his arm around Nyah and enjoyed the rest of the
ride home.
Getting back to the chateau, Hugh built up the fire in
their bedroom and Nyah, arms around Sean's shoulders, sat on his lap. "Would
you mind terribly if I took a job again?" She asked prettily. All but dumping
her from his lap, he started pacing, a sign that this wasn't the right time to
talk to him about it. "I'm bored here, Sean. I haven't done anything indecent
for eight months! I wouldn't even be gone long, and you know it." Pulling out a
cigar and lighting it, Sean put it to his nose, savoring the scent of his
favorite brand of Havana. He took a puff.
"Did you even think," he
paused for dramatization, "that I would let you? How would it look to my
superiors if my girlfriend was arrested for Grande Theft? They'd suspect me,
search the place, and I'd be out of a job it took me five years to prep for!
I'm providing for you, Nyah," he sat on their bed, "and you're never doing a
job again. Now come to bed. I've had quite a long day." Hiding the look of
anger that threatened to come on her features, Nyah changed into her flannels
and tank top and curled up in Sean's arms. He smiled.
"Good night, Sean." Hugh was
the only one awake when Nyah, dressed in black and strapped with a hiking pack,
skied away. The next morning, Sean found a note that simply read:
Sean:
I am simply not the one to be bossed
around by the opposite sex. Neither are you. It was fun while it lasted, and I
will miss you. Give my regards to Hugh and the rest. I hope your future goes
well.
Much love,
Nyah Nordoff-Hall
Needless
to say, Sean was not one to be left hanging by the opposite sex.