Chapter 8
Katie returned to the mansion later that night, at about 6pm. She was disturbed by what Lionel had told her. She was afraid. She was worried. Her whole body trembled with fear and anxiety. She was able to hide it, but inside she was shaken beyond reckoning. She could hardly bear to think of Lex, much less see him face-to-face. She decided to take a hot, relaxing bath. But even though she was too stirred to confront Lex at that moment, she couldn't bear the thought of walking through his house, the house in which she felt his most warm, loving presence, without shouting to him that she was home. "Lex!" she called, "I'm getting in the bath!" She didn't hear an answer. She smiled inside, trying to convince herself of all the sensual surprises he was probably preparing for her in his bedroom – like candles lighting the floor, fresh down pillows on the bed, and rose petals graced across the sheets. After all, Lex had always been a hopeless romantic. She walked softly into the master bathroom, ran a tub full of warm, soothing water and let it encompass her like a fluffy, white cloud. She soaked there for several minutes, softening her skin for the romance that surely awaited her. Then she stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in a velvety, white towel, and afterward she headed for the bedroom. She stuck her head in the doorway. But Lex was nowhere in sight. She walked down a long corridor, glancing into each room on both sides of the hall. She came to a door that she had never even noticed before. It was closed tightly shut. She tried to open it, thinking that Lex might have shut himself in there to take his mind off of his dreams and get some work done. It was locked. She pushed and pulled at it, but it wouldn't budge. "Lex?" she called out, "Lex, why is this door locked?" No answer. She heard movement – shuffling – from the room across the hall. "Lex?" she cried again, "Lex, is that you?" "Shhhhhh..." he whispered, "You'll wake the baby..."
THE END
Katie returned to the mansion later that night, at about 6pm. She was disturbed by what Lionel had told her. She was afraid. She was worried. Her whole body trembled with fear and anxiety. She was able to hide it, but inside she was shaken beyond reckoning. She could hardly bear to think of Lex, much less see him face-to-face. She decided to take a hot, relaxing bath. But even though she was too stirred to confront Lex at that moment, she couldn't bear the thought of walking through his house, the house in which she felt his most warm, loving presence, without shouting to him that she was home. "Lex!" she called, "I'm getting in the bath!" She didn't hear an answer. She smiled inside, trying to convince herself of all the sensual surprises he was probably preparing for her in his bedroom – like candles lighting the floor, fresh down pillows on the bed, and rose petals graced across the sheets. After all, Lex had always been a hopeless romantic. She walked softly into the master bathroom, ran a tub full of warm, soothing water and let it encompass her like a fluffy, white cloud. She soaked there for several minutes, softening her skin for the romance that surely awaited her. Then she stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in a velvety, white towel, and afterward she headed for the bedroom. She stuck her head in the doorway. But Lex was nowhere in sight. She walked down a long corridor, glancing into each room on both sides of the hall. She came to a door that she had never even noticed before. It was closed tightly shut. She tried to open it, thinking that Lex might have shut himself in there to take his mind off of his dreams and get some work done. It was locked. She pushed and pulled at it, but it wouldn't budge. "Lex?" she called out, "Lex, why is this door locked?" No answer. She heard movement – shuffling – from the room across the hall. "Lex?" she cried again, "Lex, is that you?" "Shhhhhh..." he whispered, "You'll wake the baby..."
THE END