April
The St Georges
Day Ball was taking place at the Beaumont Manor Hotel just outside St Pierre on
Beaumont Island.
It was a
beautiful moonlit night, and Matthew Lloyd was enjoying a cigar on the Garden
Terrace.
The reason he
chose that particular place to smoke was because it was far enough away to
escape the noise but close enough, so he could still hear the band.
He also went
there to be alone because he liked to enjoy his smoke in peace, while he mulled
things over.
He looked up at
the hunter’s moon hanging in the clear night sky as he exhaled the mellow smoke
long and slowly, which was when his peace was broken by the appearance of a
familiar face.
When Lady
Allison Cranwell left the Hotel Ballroom via the French doors she was carrying her shoes in one hand, her pashmina was
draped over her arm, and she was carrying her evening bag in her other hand as
she padded along the terrace.
“Here you are”
she said, “I wondered where you’d got to.”
“I thought I
would leave you to your posse of admirers” he said.
“They’re not my
posse” she replied as she put her shoes and bag down on the terrace wall.
“Just your
admirers?”
“No, they’re
not that either” she giggled “Let’s have a lug.”
“You can have
one of your own if you want” he retorted.
“No, I’ll share
yours” she said, and she stood very close to him as she took the cigar from his
hand and took a long drag on it.
“So is that why
you came out here, to smoke my cigar” he said.
“No, I came to
find you, and to cool down” she said and giggled before adding “it’s very hot
work having a posse of admirers.”
He studied her
while they shared a smoke and Matthew thought she looked fabulous in the
moonlight and after they finished the cigar Allison suddenly shivered.
“It looks like
you’ve cooled down too much” he said, “Come on I’ll take you back inside.”
“No, I don’t
want to” she protested.
“All right then
but put this on” he said and slipped off his dinner jacket and put it around
her shoulders.
“Thank you kind
sir” she said, “That’s lovely and warm.”
“I’m here to
serve mistress.”
As she stood
before him in the moonlight she commanded
“Good then
dance with me.”
“Why here?”
“Because I
command you” she said flamboyantly.
“Very well then
mistress, but why wouldn’t you dance with me in there?” he asked.
“Because I
didn’t want to share you with the crowd” she replied.
“I wanted it to
be just the two of us.”
And then he
became aware of being manipulated as if they were in a slow dance on the dance
floor, so he just went with her and then he found his back against the wall.
“You may kiss
me now” she said.
“Yes mistress”
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