My Son by Marie Kelly Read Free Book Online

doubt some highly paid designer, had obviously spent a great deal of time preparing for their arrival.
    Kelly had stifled a sudden yawn, tired from her early morning and travelling, which Marc had seen, smiling at her sympathetically.  Unlike his young son who was racing excitedly around the room, she had not spent nearly 3 hours sleeping on a plane.
    “Why don’t you go grab a shower and maybe lie down f or a while” he had offered seeing as she had looked back at him her face hesitant
    “If I don’t let Beth get a real hold of Max soon my life will be hell”
    He had chuckled, a s she had started to argue with him that it was not necessary
    “It won’t be pretty Kelly, the woman is a Rottweiler ”
    Kelly had laughed in submission, suddenly feeling so exhausted and grubby from the travel and the heat.  The idea of a nice luke warm shower seeming very appealing, as sensing her hesitation Marc had continued
    “Look, dinner is at 7 and someone will wake you up 15 minutes before, I’ll look after Max”
    With a nod of her head , Marc had scooped up the young boy much to his delight and disappeared, as Kelly had moved back into her room, casually wondering which of the many doors on the landing was his.
    The shower had been all she expected it to be and had made her feel clean again as she had pulled on one of the thick fluffy white bath robes which hung behind her door and securing it around herself.  She would lie down on the soft bed for just one second she had told herself, her wet combed hair fanned around her, as she had allowed her eyes to close, breathing in the sounds and smells of this exciting new country.  That was the last thing she had remembered as sleep had invaded her body.
    A fter hearing no answer to his knock, Marc had gently opened the door.  The sun was already starting to fall, leaving the room in a misty half light.  Looking over he had seen Kelly lying on the bed, one arm resting on her stomach the other palm side up thrown level with her head.  She looked incredibly peaceful the only movement being the rise and fall of her chest as she softly breathed.  He had moved in closer to squat beside her and to lean in whispering her name, while thinking how lovely she looked.
    Watching as she had started to stir, a soft sensual moan had escaped her lips before two arms had moved upwards to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer.  Her soft body arched to meet his as in surprise he had placed his hands on either sides of the sleeping woman to stop from falling over her.  She had pulled his head down to meet hers and as their lips had touched so too did Kelly’s eyes open.  Momentarily those eyes had been filled with passion so deep and yearning, but as realisation had dawned on her where she was and what she was doing this look had been replaced with one of horror at her actions.  Dropping her hands from around him, now fully awake, she had started to apologise in total embarrassment
    “I…I don’t know…. I’m so sorry” she had stuttered.
    Shaken, but quickly regaining his composure he had looked down on her
    “It’s OK, I’m sorry I disturbed you.  That must have been quite a dream you were having” he had chuckled.
    Kelly had given an embarrassed half laugh, while still apologising.  However, she didn’t dare to tell him who had occupied her dreams.
    “Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes” he had said lightly, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room.
    Kelly had thrown back her head, angry at the way she had behaved.  God she thought to herself, what must he think of her, before defiantly raising her chin and deciding that she didn’t care what he thought of her, she wasn’t one of those women who literally threw herself in front of him.  Groaning with an even greater sense of shame it had flashed across her mind that she had just done exactly that.
    Marc had left her room mo re shaken than he realised.  His reaction had thrown him, not so much her