"Good evening, Ms. Montgomery…Ms. Tasker." said the clerk, as the two ladies entered the spa. "Good evening, Claire! So good to see you!" Bianca replied. "Likewise, Ms. Montgomery…we are so glad to have you back so soon. Geoff has called ahead and if you two ladies would like to change in the dressing room, we have everything set up for your couples' massage." The ladies looked at each other with enthusiasm and hurried off to the dressing room. When they returned, they were led into their room and had a brief consultation. "We are going to start with a body masque, wrap, shower and massage, all packed with pumpkin goodness."
"Mmm…sounds interesting." said Marissa. Bianca nodded in agreement. The woman continued describing the treatment, the face and scalp massage and the shower and 70 minute massage that would follow. When they had been wrapped and were waiting for the next step, Marissa looked over at Bianca. She looks so at peace. Bianca thought and asked "How does it feel?"
Marissa sighed deeply, with a low moan and said "Oh Honey, this feels so good. I have been on the giving end, but can't say I have ever been pampered like this. It's soo nice! Even nicer that you are here."
"Good, I am glad you feel that way. This was an unexpected thing, but I have you scheduled for a mani/pedi with a neck and foot massage tomorrow morning while I am in the meeting. Surprise!" Bianca watched for Marissa's reaction. "Oh baby, I love you! You are so amazing!"
As they settled in and relaxed with their massages, they drifted off a little. When the treatment was over, they dressed and exited the spa. Henry was waiting outside the door. "Ms. Montgomery, so good to have you back!"
"Oh Henry, likewise. How are you?" Bianca inquired. "I am wonderful, thank you for asking!" He replied. "Your room is number 410, right thru the double doors and left at the pool gate. I assure you that you will find everything in order. Just call if you need anything." "We will, Henry. Thank you!" Bianca said as they moved onward down the hall. "I am so excited to have a whole weekend with you!"
When they opened the door, Marissa let out a gasp. "Oh Bianca! Oh my gosh… I have never seen anything like this. It is perfect." The room was set in a low light. There was soft music playing in the background. The bed had been turned down and a tray of champagne and strawberries were chilling near the bedside.
Marissa felt tears welling up inside. This is so perfect. I don't remember ever feeling this special, well not like this. Not knowing that it is sincere. Look at her face…she is an angel. She is just searching my face to see if I am okay. That is all she ever seems to care about…me. Ahh…this song…I know this song. I love this song.
"You think I'd leave your side baby?
You know me better than that
You think I'd
leave down when your down on your knees?
I wouldn't do that"
"Bianca?" Marissa asked softly, while slowly approaching her. "Will you do me a favor?"
"Ahem…ah, any-anything." Bianca managed to choke out.
"Will you dance with me?" Marissa whispered sweetly.
Without words, the women came together and swayed slowly. Marissa wrapped her arms around Bianca's neck, while Bianca slid her hands around Marissa's waist. Both women found comfort nuzzled in their lover's shoulder.
"oh, when your cold
I'll be there to hold you tight to me
When your on the outside baby and you can't get in
I will show you, your so much better than you know
When your lost, when your alone and you can't get back again
I will find you darling I'll bring you home"
Bianca broke the trance and pulled away slowly. She raised her hand to Marissa's chin…guiding her into a kiss. "I love you, M." Bianca said when they broke contact. "I am so grateful to have you and I want to spend my life discovering your smiles and sharing surprises with you." Marissa wiped a tear from her eyes and kissed Bianca tenderly. Then she led Bianca to the bed, opened the champagne with a loud pop and giggled as she poured them a glass. Bianca took a strawberry from the tray and took a bite. She smiled and laughed a little as Marissa handed her a glass.
"You got a little something right…there." Marissa said as she leaned in and ran her tongue along Bianca's chin and jaw…catching the juice dripping from the berry. Then she moved into another kiss. "I love you, Bianca…so much. This is so much more than I ever could have hoped or dreamed of. Being with you, is the only place I want to be."
Bianca took a sip of champagne and then took their glasses and set them on the tray. She came back and with one hand entangled behind Marissa's head and another on her side…she claimed Marissa's mouth with her own and then laid her back into the bed.
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Donald Steele grimaced at the news he had just received. "Look here, kid. I have been following Ms. Montgomery and her family for decades. The Kanes equal big money. I was the first to break the story of the little diva coming out. However, before I pay up…you are going to have to provide some proof."
"Oh, I can get you some pics soon." Answered Tim.
"You say she has a 'sweet thing' stowed up in her room, huh? Well, we shall see. I gotta tell you, I am still caught up in litigation from my piece on her messy divorce. That lawyer she has, won't get off my ass about it all. I can't say I am looking forward to go another round with Marissa Tasker!" Donald said with a sigh. "Tasker?" Tim questions. "That is the name of the chic she is sleeping with. Little red-head gal, right?"
Donald Steele spit his coffee across his desk. "Are you telling me that Bianca Montgomery is sleeping with her divorce lawyer? Can you be sure?" "Oh I am sure." Replied Tim. "Does that make the information any more lucrative for me?"
Donald massaged his forehead and temple. "Well, Timmy, my boy…that completely changes the game. You get me those pictures and I will be in touch with you." Mr. Steele disconnected the call, leaned back and put his feet up. He looked through his rolodex and dialed the number. When the cold gruff voice answered on the line "What do you want, Steele?" Donald cleared his throat and spoke with a devious tone "Why Mr. Chandler…do you know where your ex-wife is this evening?"