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Kids are alright.
Sitting in the Royal Asante Presidential Suite's very comfortable chair on its breathtaking balcony. Wrapped in a very warm, very comfortable woolen throw, a steaming cup of herbal tea. Way too much caffeine today. The last day of my seminars before Christmas in three days. Watching the animals cruise back to their shelters from the winter cold. Magically watching the Ankole cattle, bongo, blesbok, eland, gemsbok, Grant's zebra, impala meander past unhurried by man. Tonight, I checked off Thomson's gazelle, waterbuck, greater kudu, and white-bearded wildebeest.
Looking across the Kudu trail into the Zebra trail of the ARUSHA savanna. This is day six since the incident. This is day four of my exile to Florida. The media horde surrounds the hotel, Disney Springs, and the Disney Institute: Where ever I travel to teach. Number in the fifty to sixty, from twelve countries. I should blame the family or Chef in Paris. But know that ever photographer and reporter here is one less in Gray Harbor. Aspen is sucking in the rest of the evil fourth estate.
Welch and mom decided I should be in Florida as the sacrificial goat to the media horde. I make a statement, answer questions at Disney Spring movie theater every day for an hour. At least I have my foot rubbing slave.
He should be done soon, with the evening briefing and bring dinner back with him. Welch made him security boss, with Marko as my chief CPO. We have a staff of ten right now. Six local CPO, Marko, Public Relation secretary and her Public Relation Boss; both out of Grey House Atlanta.
Disney has augment that with four PR spokesman, a butler and suite maid, and two personal VIP guest relations tour guides. I teach a three-hour training session at various restaurants: a class at the Disney Springs for the kids' culinary program, before the press conference, and a two-hour class in the afternoon at the Disney Institute.
Originally Chef Pierre Benoît Soyer should be here; But given his language skills, limited by his harsh brutal even by province Foix accent standards; that most Parisian can't understand him. Although Chef tells me, as a youth, Chef Pierre broke his jaw in a cycling crash. Chef Pierre is the school's Saucier instructor; master of all thing related to sauces, gravies, and soups.
Chef Pierre was not happy to be heading here, the very cranky sixty-eight-year-old man who reminds everybody of Moe from the Stooges, just with a better haircut. Once pass his accent and gruff demanding kitchen reign of terror style: He's a sweet man who can spend hour talking about herbs, and sauces and techniques.' Was more than happy to pass the job on to me after a talk with Chef. After Mom and Welch talked to Chef. At least he sent me his notes and recipes, where his speech is hard to understand, his writing is a throwback to an older age. His mother was a teacher of Calligraphy while his father was a doctor. Such perfect curse writing in all six of the language he reads and writes, but cannot speak.
Chef bullied me to take the job; for my sanity, my relationship, family and my Culinary Academy in Paris honor and prestige. Elliott convinced me most of all, before I threatened to cut Kate's toy off and ram his pickup truck up his ass. There is nothing wrong with Luke. Between him and dad! Lucky Gail and Mom rule the roost.
The most surprising was Christian acceptance and approval of Luke. The Grand's love Luke as well. Smiling about Christian's speech "Mia, love is where you find it. Fate tosses anvils in the air and if we are very lucky one nails you. I found the woman; I want to grow old and spend eternity with. If Luke is that for you. Good luck, you have my blessing, my support" "our support, our blessing!" Anna says kissing my brother. He's found his Viola (1). I found my cowboy.
A hawk soars pass the hotel headed into the sunset. Sipping my tea; I wonder what Christian and Anna are doing at their hideout. Body doubles for them, Jason, and Gail and even Ray are enjoying Christian Aspen Chalet. While the real people are hiding out in Northern California at a goat farm in the Sierra.
Anna called me this morning before I left for class. The Grands are arriving there later in the day. Seems Elliott is on a timeout with Kate in Seattle with her parents. Seems asshole Elliott is on full rage when wounded. He and Eamon came to blows. Anna tells me it was over him moving Kate into his house in Kirkland and her skipping school and graduating.
Not something her parents would accept, to say nothing of Anna and Ray and the Jose's. Ethan her brother threw gas on the fire with his putting down Kate's academics. Loudly proclaiming without Anna taking her test and doing her class work, she'd never gradate or make valedictorian. Luck for Ethan Elliott trapped in a bed; Dad picked him up and threw him in the pool. Kate humiliated and embarrassed didn't react well. The trails of those two could be award winning series of reality TV shows.
Anna was giggling that they are next to a Hot Spring Spa that is clothing optional. I told her about my stay in nudist resort with Luke. I would have told more, but the car arrived at Epcot. Now sitting watching the animals head to warmer shelters. I feel Luke before I hear him or longer to see him. He kneels before me. Looking evil and up to something. "Luke?"
"Get dress, Barbie is on her way up; We have a dinner date in town."
"She doesn't like that name. Luke"
"Well, she damn well betters stop making herself more bizzarro plastic than human."
"OK! Barbie fits her fake plastic tits, ass, cheeks, and nose. What color hair do you think she'll wear?"
"It's a formal dinner. I'm betting black."
"Formal! Damn it did you accept?"
"No! She did." Luke stands hauling me to my feet.
"Damn barbie, demoness of PR Atlanta!" I huff "Formal barbie is blonde. O'God! She'll be platinum blond like the evil shit troll b ##$h that hurt Christian. I may puke on her just on principle!"
Once showered and dressed in my perfect little black dress. The Paris housekeeper shipped my work and party wardrobe to me. It shows my legs, nice low cleavage, open back. A quilted batik wrap for the cold winter night.
Walking out to Luke. He looks hot in his suit; I had a friend in Paris rush a dozen suits over first thing. A local tailor finished them up, happy to work with Jacque Martin, up and coming suit designer; Rumors of him being the next Tom Ford or Joseph Camps. He just broke away from Francesco Smalto Haute Couture to start his own shop. I helped his mother thru several cooking classes. She's a warm hearted woman, Jacque is a doll. Uhmmmm? I wonder if him and Jose Junior would hit it off?
Barbie walks in wearing brown hair. I guess both of us were wrong. Till Luke hands me Lady and the Tramp key ring. Token of winner. Raising an eyebrow at him?
"I made her change hair." He kisses me. "didn't want you puking."
Putting the token of victory on the table. I smile at evil barbie. "Where are we going and dinning with who?"
"Bull & Bear in the Waldorf Astoria Orlando. The who is the Lt. Governor, Deputy Commissioner for FDA Office Of Food Policy and Response, Associate Commissioner for Office of Women Health, Associate Commissioner Office of Minority Health and Health Equity, Local food bank directors, and o'yes DR. Lewis, White House Liaison for HUD."
"Why me?"
"Miss Grey. Your famous, your Families efforts to end hunger. Your charity work in Paris is blowing up in the papers in Paris and here. Your Grandfather's farm to school program and legislation are being copied, all over the country and even Canada. Even here you've increase quality a reduced waste; You make a difference."
"I guess?" I stammer, uncomfortable with the spotlight. "Ouch! Luke!" I jumped nearly out of my shoes, when my boyfriend pinched my ass.
"Every time you get like that expect to jump. Your all you can be and you are mine. OK! OK?" Luke kisses me embraced in his arms.
"We need to move; you too can do that in the limo." PR Barbie yells heading thru the door, joined by her secretary. We walk out. Outside the press is feeding frenzy. We stop and give them some shots. They know not to cross the rope or the line. Luke is very proactive with them.
We make out on the road trip to the horror of PR barbie and PR mean girl Emily Charlton and the smirks of the two CPO. They've all seen us like this before. At least my panties are on. Arriving at the Waldorf, run the new gauntlet of press.
Shown into a conference hall, a section is set aside for mingling before dinner. We chat and mingle. Meeting all the movers and shakers and VIP. Dr. Lewis reminds me of mom. Down to earth and serious about making a difference. Luke is a hit with his ranching knowledge and channeling his Will Rogers persona.
I'm not lost like I thought I would be. All the charity events and gala prepared me for these events. I hold my own. Proving all the press about fashionista air head Mia Grey are bullshit. Beside here and now I'm Amelia Grey. Mia Grey fades more every day. I like being Amelia more than Mia.
A Bull & Bear Shellfish platter are set on several high bistro tables. Love the fresh oysters, gulf shrimp, Alaskan crab, and crab cocktail. Sipping nice wine, enjoying the real people, and ignoring the fakes.
Once seated we dig into Brothers prime 32-day, dry aged bone-in rib-eye with fixing. Luke ordered ahead. We enjoy the meal with Luke telling tall tales of life on his family ranch. I've heard the horse tossing him in the manure pile so many times now. I should start telling tale; changing the season, time, year and how high the pile was. Just like Luke is going. I laugh at everyone rapture listening. Dr. Lewis talks about her life growing up on a chicken farm in North Carolina. Less tall tales and more insight into the Dr…
We are the most boisterous table. I love the La Fraise-Fresh strawberries, house-made shortcake and ice cream created tableside utilizing liquid nitrogen. Must learn how to do that. As the event winds down. We head home to the Savanna.
"Luke, I hope you bulked up. Tomorrow is Christmas eve. We're not getting out of bed till two. We may even sleep if you get tired." Licking his ear. Luke just smirks, nipping my ear. Growling. O' Good my horny caveman is here.
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Anna-pov day three of our escape.
Sitting on the deck outside the warm pool; a jet powered lap pool that Christian swims in every morning. The half domed hot pool is steaming in the light snow drizzle falling as dusk's shadow creep across the sky of the Serra mountain to the south.
The crackle of the wood fire warms me in the sleeping bag cushioned lounge chair. A thick woolen blanket covers me as I sip the warm tea of afternoon. A nice herbal blend, as doctors limit my caffeine intake still. Gail and bearded Jason are in Truckee for a dinner. Thomas, manager of the ranch, and our security crew are down the hill at the main ranch complex for poker and a movie. Dad's been a doll staying down at the complex rather then up here. I'm reading, sipping tea, and watching the snowy feathers fall from the heaven.
Christian is still snoring in bed, a baby monitor app on my phone tattle tells me so. Our after-lunch yoga session morphed as usual into sex.
Looking down at his face in awe and ecstasy as I slowly cowgirl him; rocking my hips to a rhythm playing over the stereo. Some ancient vocal chant Christian used the other night. Thomas something or other. I twist with the rocking watching his eyes hood over.
Slowly coming undone, slowly riding the last orgasmic wave. I feel him shutter and release. It ignites and detonates me into wave of bliss. Slowly sliding down to rest my weary head on his chest. Licking the salt from his skin. Heaven must be like this. Eyes drifting shut. I'm happy, I'm loved and damn it I'm me and he's mine. Forever! Hmmmm!
I wonder if I should wake him. No, he needs his rest. He planned a little kink tonight after dinner. Gail left a nice lamb stew in the slow cooker and fresh bread in the box. I'm not sure what holds more attention: The Stew or The Kink. Right now, the stew, I think.
What is that, I lean forward, a deer wanders just beyond the lower fence line. A Doe with soft snow speckled fur. Looking at me, looking at her. We females understand each other. in harmony with the world.
A regal buck breaks thru a clearing father down, the doe turns and heads to him. Maybe she's giving me advice. A little loving before feast mite do me some good. The wanton woman inside me smirks. I'm suddenly lifted from my nest. Christian sits down and cuddle me to nude body.
"Christian you'll freeze.?" I speak
"Hmmm! Not if you ride me, I suspect since we got here, you're a closet cowgirl. Besides schoolmarm." Christian laughs, I twist and side on him. Maybe he's right. "Giddy up horsey!"
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three days to Christmas: Christian-pov
Anna was on the phone the whole morning, talking to Amelia, Mom, Kate, and Lana. My idiot brother is cockblocking me. Ruining a free morning of no business or other concerns. Anna planned a film festival of Christmas cartoon, and shows. Barney was most helpful in getting Anna's selection here today. I think I need to exile him to North pole Alaska for the month next week. At least during and between calls Anna and Gail have been baking up a storm. Already Thomas as had to go to the store in Serraville twice for eggs, sugar, and chocolate. Every Tupperware and container in the complex is busting with sweet delights.
I tried to talk to Elliot and dad; but neither is listening. Elliott's on some power trip to self-destruction over Eammon demands about Kate and Dad's on some guilty trip supporting my idiot brother fantasy of 'A Leave It To Beaver' family pipe dream. Anna demanded if I'm expecting that this morning. I smartly got down on my knees, protecting my balls. "Anna as long as your safe. What ever your dreams are; I will make them possible. Please baby: With you is my only dream of tomorrow." She kneels with me and kisses the worry from my lips. A bell rings. "Oh, My gingerbread nativity. Behave!" She bounces up and runs into the kitchen.
"Smooth and smart!" Ray says from his arm chair watching a bowl game. Rising I look at him. "It's the truth."
"Your to controlling for that."
"Ray, as long as Welch and Jason say it safe. I will live with it."
"She wants to be in publishing, and editor one day."
"Roz is already buying a publishing house in Seattle for her to work in."
"See controlling?"
"NO, See safety! With me the crazies are always about. I would die if something happened to her, because of me. Ray, safety is required. Her safety is my main concern and focus. Period!"
"Ok. Ok." he rises not looking convinced. "I promised Henry to cruise the Hot spring down the road. Seems their having a mature ladies bachelorette party tonight with Christmas day wedding down at NorthStar on Lake Tahoe." he salutes heading out. I laugh, Henry is his age and player worse than Elliott ever was. Thomas tells me he has to send Henry with a driver, because he has girlfriends and FWB in every town and gas station in the state and Nevada; a took four days to get to South Lake Tahoe from here; not the usual two hours, last year.
I watch the bowl game, nipple on the sticky gooey honey bun and watch Gamecocks(U-SC) go down twenty-one to zero. What a blow out in the rain and mud of Atlanta's Chick-fil-A Bowl. I turn to what should be a business channel only to see Frosty the Snowman appears. "What the hell!"
Anna blobs down on my lap, cuddle me and hits play. I guess the film festival has started. Looking over, Gail puts cookies and steaming hot chocolate on the side table. I'm liking this already. cuddling my girl.
A flashing vision of us with young children, sitting watching this: Warmth and happiness flood me. I want that, with Anna. I enjoy the moment and know that our future is getting brighter by the second.
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Christian-pov
Me and Granddad exiled to the main complex, to view the operation and listen to Thomas talk business. The ladies are in the hot spring, sipping wine, and talking trash about us, or so Grand dad says with Jason nodding.
"Really?"
"You have a lot to learn youngster! Woman have these bi #ch sessions, It's the female version of drunk sport events. Learn to let them have them and your life will be much saner and easier. When they call us back. They will be sweet and pliable. Too say nothing of ravenous wanton! Granddad T crows.
"Granddad way too much information." I beg.
"Christian, Jason, you youngsters need to stop being puritan about sex. When you get my age, every second and sweet loving unbridled moment of sex counts. I saw your play room, and (pointing at Jason) don't think just because you two are discrete. That you're not just as kinky and free as your grandmother and me. So go with this simple advice, hold the reins loosely and never let them fall to far, and till they say no, experiment to find your own sweet spot intimates with them." Granddad speaks. Blushing heavily; I take notes. So far Anna been happy with light bondage and kink. We discussed our hard limits and what she may be willing to try.
My phone buzzes. Anna sent a txt "Bedroom. One hour. Naked. Ready. Your goddess commands!" Yes! I look about Granddad and Jason are staring at the little cell phone screens smiling, blushing. The ladies have spoken. We catch up to Thomas. Keeping a eye on the clock. Tonight, is going to be very happy. And I suspect loud with three over heating couples in residence.
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Elliott-pov Christmas eve
This place sucks with Kate gone. Mom smacked dad in the face this morning with a catfish he'd just caught. She spent to much time in Pike fish market to have master their technique. Luckily dad had already skinned and gutted the thing. Dads now camped outside in the fishing gazebo. Mom is in the library reading, I think. I'm trapped in this bed. And even the nurse takes twenty minutes to answer the call button. All because asshole Eammon and Ethan don't like me. I don't get what I said wrong. Its what Kate wants. I think?
The door opens, I perk up, maybe Kate escaped parental jail and has come to spring me? My mood crash down as Lana enters the room. Great another female to lecture me.
She walks up to me and bounce the weighted sling supporting my leg. Each bounce is painful. "LANA!" I scream. She smiles at me. Sitting on the bed she looks serene and pissed off. What did I do now?
"Elliott! You are going to have to grow up. You are not a teenage acting out or being coddled anymore."
"Hey they started it!" I demand shaking in rage. She knocks the sling again. Sending me into waves of pain. "STOP THAT!" In between scream.
"Understand me!" She growls close to my face. I nod.
"What do you want for Kate and your future?"
"Family, kids, I want us both happy and safe."
"Do you want Kate naked and pregnant in the house all the time?"
"If she wants that, sure."
"That is the problem. What is Kate's dream job?"
"To be a newsroom editor. To help craft the true and justice. Make a difference." I say truthfully and honest. What is the point? I'll let Kate be what ever she wants to be; I won't chain her down.
"So how does being a college drop out and House Frau get her there?"
"Ask her?"
"I did! She's hung up on your Family, kids, and happily ever after bullshit. She's telling you what she thinks you want to hear. Not what is in her heart. Her dreams. Relationships are tugs of war: Marriage is all about compromise. You need to express boundaries and realistic goals for tomorrow. Understand?"
"Yes and no. Kate's a big girl making her own decisions; I won't stand in her way to do what she wants."
"Ok. I failed. I owe Lulu and Senior fifty bucks apiece." She stands up. "Lulu your turn!" Walking thru the door. In float Lulu. Great will the torment never end. I want Kate!
She sits down and looks smug. "Ok Sport! Here what is going to happen. Once your up and ambulatory. You and Kate are spending two weeks at the Abby. Where you two will work out a relationship contract. A contract that spells out clear goals and milestone for you both."
"Why there is nothing wrong with Kate and me!"
"Bullshit! You're wanting to bubble wrap Kate and she wants to please you. So your relationship is on the edge of failure. So the adults, to say ALL THE LADIES! Are going to make sure your two have a chance. Starting with you and Kate." Lulu looks meanly at me. I get her dominating others when she's like this.
"Christian getting this shit two?"
"no. Because he's already accepted that Anna going to finish school and graduate. Get a job. He's already buying a publishing company to keep her safe. Amelia and Luke are already planning her return to Paris to teach and open a restaurant. Luke is looking to buy into a London based security with an office in Paris. Jose is going back to school and graduating, while pursuing he's photographer passion. So, you and Kate are the problem children."
"I just want her happy?"
"We know, but allowing her to feeding her fears; hide away. Is not the solution and your fantasy family life is not realistic. Hell, neither of you can cook. An I've seen your laundry skills! So you need staff; and clear boundaries: Neither of you two can see. SO?"
"OK with me." I give in, it's all I can do. I want Kate! Lulu smirks and leaves the room. Great! Just great alone again. I hate this, always have reminds me of before I was a Grey and had to be good and quiet, spending time alone in closets.
"Hello, Mr. Grey! I'm the new nurse! My name is Katherine but you can call me Kate. I have your bath and medications. The head nurse said your handsy" holding a pair of handcuffs "we can't have that old man. Can we?" Kate moves the cart inside and locks the door. Walking around to my good leg.
"Hmmm! You're not dirty enough for a bath? Yet?" She loosens sheet. I move cast coated arm down to feel her butt. "Mr. Grey! Hands?" She smirks taking the hand and cuffing it to the side rail.
"There? Where was I? O'! Yes, the doctor mentioned you have some swelling that needs relieve." She takes my man, stroking him. "o'baby"
"I see the problem; the doctors wanted me to do a analyzes of the fluids. Relax Mr. Grey. This shouldn't take more than a half hour or more." She giggles. Crawling up into bed between my legs. "Remember Mr. Grey I'm here professionally. So? No bad nurse sex fantasy while I deal with your swollen body parts." She slides me into her mouth. I arch in need and pleasure. "You have too much fluids built up. I may have to do this daily, possible twice or more a day till the leg heals for me to try a more whole-body physical therapy" She goes down painfully slow and hot. Feeling my whole being at the tip of her tongue. I like this nurse.
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"Kate what do you want, really?"
"To graduate and get a job; I love what I do. But I love you more. If you want me to" I stop her. "No! Kate. I only want you happy. Truly happy. An I know were misfits and clowns and will get into trouble and have fights. But we are a couple forever. You having a job is fine. Us having kids is good too. You hiding from the world because of what happened is not. I Tried to hide from my past and you and it just caused so much pain a misery to us and our families. We can talk anything out."
"So? You're ok with the couples therapy?" Kate whispers into my chest hair.
"Yes, if it means never having be without you. We both love what we do. We can make the careers work to our needs."
"Good, now we have all night to work on your fluid buildup problem." She smirks up at me.
"First Nurse! I believe? I need to check your credentials. Please kneel up here and present them for inspect. I believe you need an oral lashing or two." Kate squeals and climbs up, straddling my head. Sweet Lord she waxed. Hmm! Hmm! Good! SO GOOD!
(1) Viola is the protagonist of the play Twelfth Night, written by William Shakespeare.
(2) FWB friends with benefits.