Destined to Play, Feel, Fly Trilogy by Indigo Bloome Read Free Book Online Page A

chance to change topics. I notice again the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and his lips trying to hide a smile.
    ‘What is it? I’m sorry, I’ve been talking way too much. You should have stopped me.’
    ‘Not at all, you know I love to see you like this. Hearing you speak so passionately about your work is just wonderful. Not everyone feels that way, so it’s special when it happens.’ He smiles a bashful grin at me. ‘I just need to come clean about something and I haven’t yet.’
    ‘Oh, what’s that?’
    ‘I was actually there today.’
    ‘Where?’ I ask, not fully understanding.
    ‘At your lecture, this afternoon.’
    I stare at him, eyes and mouth wide open.
    ‘You were there, today, at my lecture?’ I am completely astonished.
    ‘Yes, yes and yes. I know I should have told you earlier, but I just wanted to see you in your world.’ He turns to me gently. ‘You were fabulous, Alexandra, you really engaged the audience and stimulated such thoughtful discussion. Both the students and faculty were mesmerised by you and your work. As was I.’ His voice oozes sexiness.
    This time I am truly speechless. The great Jeremy Quinn attended my lecture. Unbelievable! I subconsciously pick up my glass and take a gulp that finishes the rest of my drink. Jeremy tilts his glass toward mine, gesturing a silent cheers and does exactly the same. I suddenly feel the full impact of the champagne in my head, which is quite pleasant actually, and more immediately, my bladder — not so pleasant. I excuse myself and go into the bathroom. After relieving myself rather urgently, I notice the bathroom is bigger than my bedroom at home, with sleek frosted glass and marble covering most surfaces. It is stocked with all the luxuries you would expectfrom the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel — mini bottles of body lotion, shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, as well as soap, grooming kits and shower caps in little pastel boxes that look so gorgeous it would be a shame to open them. I look longingly at the sparkling-clean oval bath when I hear Jeremy tap on the door suggesting that he run a bath for me.
    ‘Have you become a clairvoyant as well in our time apart? Is there anything else I should know?’
    He laughs. ‘I know you’ve had a big day and if I remember correctly, one of your favourite pastimes is having a bath. Also, I have a vested interest in making you feel as relaxed as possible, so I’d be more than happy to run one for you. Just like old times.’ Strange that his words sound so familiar given so much time has passed since this last occurred.
    ‘That sounds delightful. Are you sure? I’m more than happy to do it.’
    ‘Alex, please just do me a favour and go with the flow this weekend.’ He enters the bathroom.
    ‘I don’t want any resistance and I plan on maximising every hour I have with you. Now, it will be my pleasure to run you a bath, so why don’t you go and get your things together and settle in.’
    Once again, I look at him, completely astounded. Am I dreaming? Is this really happening? I walk out and head toward the exceptionally large walk-in robe where my wheelie bag has been placed. I hear his voice over the running bath water as I take a moment to absorb the sheer opulence of the master suite.
    ‘Please unpack your belongings. I need to know you’re not going to run out on me this weekend.’
    As I start doing exactly as he requests, I wonder whether he was always this directive. I suppose he was. Not in a bad way,just in a way that makes it awkward to go against. Surprisingly obedient, I unpack my clothes, shoes, take out my toiletries bag, and leave my work papers in my briefcase.
    I’m about to walk out of the room when I notice the phone on the bedside table. Given the noise of the bath running, I quickly go over to the phone and pick up the receiver. It won’t hurt to leave a quick message for Robert and the kids, just in case they haven’t quite lost reception.
    A female voice