Chapter 16 — the love of a sub.
“Well now that we are here I am going to have some dinner. Will you guys join me?” I asked them all.
Once again Terry, Cindy and Miriam had other plans, while Mia had to go back to the site and check on everything before locking up. She turned to Emily and told her, “Babe, why don’t you have an early dinner with your great Aunt?”
I stood up to say my good byes, hugging all and sundry. Places little kisses on their cheeks as they left. I grabbed Emily’s hand and walked her through to the river front dining room and my table.
“Why do you want me all dressed up when you meet this Jean Paul person tomorrow.” She asked.
“He will see the resemblance between you and the painting. You and Mia might get a free trip to Paris possibly. The romantic city on the Seine, you’d enjoy that wouldn’t you?” I asked her.
“Too right we would.” She said smiling. “Are you happy with the way the building is turning out?” I asked
“So far I am yes, I still have a few ideas I need to run past Erica about the dining area on the top floor.”
“You can run them past, if you want?” I told her.
She smiled at me and looked down at the table and then looked at me with a straight face and said, “No, Aunt Kathy, I can’t, that wouldn’t be very professional of me. I am being paid by Erica to do some interior design work on the building. So if I say no to Mia then I have to say no to you too. You understand don’t you?” She had such a look on her face. A combination of a little fear and resolve.
I looked at her, smiled and told her as a matter of fact. “You are 100% right. I am so proud of you Emily.” Then I looked at her again and asked. “Did you really say no to Mia?”
She didn’t answer me, just smiled.
“Where is Michelle tonight?” She asked looking around the room.
“She is home I am guessing, she has a little something she wants to get done and now is the perfect time to do it, apparently.” I replied.
Menus were delivered by our waitress Kym, who lent down and whispered to me, that a young lady in the main bar was asking after me. “Show her to my table” I instructed her.
Kym went and brought the said young lady to me, it was Michelle. I smiled, stood and hugged her deeply, kissed her and sat her down. The discreet nature of all my previous rendezvous were now thrown out the door. There was no mistaking my greeting, we were lovers, and no one could mistake what they saw.
Emily smiled warmly at us. And Michelle said, “Oh wow Madame, je pense que je viendrai dîner avec vous plus souvent si vous me saluez comme ça.” [Oh wow Madam, I think I will come and eat dinner with you more often if you greet me like that.]
“No need to speak in French in front of güvenilir bahis Emily, or Mia either. They know you understand everything I say.” I explained.
“But why are you here? Did you not got home and fulfil your fantasy?” I asked.
“We did not my Mistress, when I explained to Louie what I wanted, she laughed at me and said that I am a lucky girl to have you as my girlfriend. And that I should wait until our agreed time.” She said then put on a sad face.
Emily looked at us and smiled broadly then asked. “Are you two planning a naughty weekend with Louie from work?” her eyes were wide opened now and she was almost gushing about a liaison with her.
“She is so hot, and sexy, I think both Mia and I are drooling over her most days.” She let on.
“Don’t you go and spoil such a wonderful thing you have with Mia over a little bit on the side.” I said sharply.
Michelle gave me such a look, but Emily told me right up front. “Hang on, you were just saying that you and Michelle are going to meet up with Louie and that’s OK, but Mia and I can’t? You hypocrite.” She told me and laughed.
And then Michelle moved her seat around to sit closer with Emily, and said the same thing. I looked at them pleading forgiveness.
As I looked at them together, I couldn’t help but smile and I took a deep breath as Mia joined us.
“What’s going on?” She asked as she leaned in and kissed Emily and Michelle moved her seat around the table to make room for her.
“I made an error and your girlfriend there put me in my place.” I told her.
She looked over at her undid another button on her shirt and said “Good for her. She needs to stand up for herself more often.” Then kissed her again.
Michelle looked at them and then at me. She reached out her hand and I took it, she squeezed it and looked so lovingly into my eyes. I smiled and cocked my head as only we Ambrose’s do.
We sat there for hours, the four of us chatting, laughing, sharing naughty little tid bits of information. Enjoying our meals and the wine of course. Even Michelle had begrudgingly come around and admitted that some Australian wines were no too bad. After our meals and two bottles of Penfolds, we said our good nights to them, and told them to be at our place around 9 so we can be ready for Jean Paul from the gallery.
And right on 9 they were there, Michelle was finishing her shower, but I was dressed and ready for the day, well the morning part of the day.
I sent Emily into Michelle’s room as she had some plans to make Emily look a little more like one of the paintings, none of the naked parts. Mia and I went into the family room and caught up with the plans for the two cellars and the tunnel.
“We still don’t know where it güvenilir bahis siteleri leads to. What with all the commotion the other day, it got forgotten about.” Mia stated.
I told her it was on our minds and both Terry and I were half tempted to go back down there ourselves to have a look. But thought better of it. Mia had a smile on her face as she asked if I wanted to go down there this afternoon.
I smiled back at her, not knowing if she actually knew or not. “Not today Mia, we have a busy day come night ahead of us.” I told her.
“OK on Monday morning I’ll go down there and see where it leads, the sparky should have the rest of the lights strung up by then as well. I have them working on it today. Has Erica told you that we’ll have the top floor finished by the middle of next week? Em has changed a few things but the painters will be finished. The bar fittings go in starting on Thursday. There is a hold up with the marble bench tops though.” At which point I held my hand up. And said ‘Not my problem. I don’t want to know.”
“Which reminds me, has Emily really said no to you?” I asked
“Say what” Mia said in reply.
“No not that NO, but about not discussing details with you before telling Erica.” I explained.
“Oh, THAT no, hell yeah, often.” She said laughingly at me. “I stopped asking her, now I go straight to Erica.”
I nodded as I heard Michelle run up the hall way, and waiting for a scream, as she entered her bedroom to find Emily in there. I knew Michelle would be naked, or at least just wrapped in a short towel. But no scream or cry of delight.
Michelle was naked, and she isn’t too concerned about being naked around others, especially when she knows them. She opened her door quickly walked in and closed it behind her. Said hello to Emily, who was stood at the foot of her bed looking at her naked body. They were built similarly, flat chested, slim, firm features, landing strips, around the same height, short hair, one dark and one fair. Emily was in her customary skin tight yoga pants. Michelle looked at her and into her eyes, she didn’t move to cover herself but just stood there.
Emily spoke first, “Are you going to dress me for the paintings?” All of this was said in a hesitating stammer, not taking her eyes off of the beautiful form in front of her. Michelle just stood there looking into her eyes, the electricity in the room was profound. And under different circumstances, they would have both been wrapped in each other’s arms enjoy the charms of two young fit bodies. So much was left unsaid. There was so much to say.
A knock on the door snapped them out of their daze. As brief as it was, it was strong.
“Just a second madam.” As she quickly put on a thong iddaa siteleri and a big t shirt, while Emily sat on the bed. Blushing and trying to look away.
“Are you decent, as we have a visitor?” She said through the door.
Kathleen and Mia were talking to Jean Paul when a short time later they were joined by Emily and Michelle. Emily was in a long summer cotton dress, so that when the sun was behind her it was almost sheer. Her makeup was as only Michelle could do. High lighting her cheeks and her eyes, her lips subtle but strong. Looking so much more than just our Em.
Jean Paul was looking closely at the paintings, not so much at the subject matter but more at the style, the colours, the setting. He said “Very much in the style of Lautrec.” He studied the signature. “He did sign his work in various ways, this is one of the ways he did. I have a good feel about them. It is a pity this one is not finished. But then again there are not too many of his works which can be concluded as his works which are un done, eeerrr not finished.”
He continued to talk while looking at the works. As Emily and Michelle quietly entered the room. “It is good you did not try to clean them yourself, even simply dusting them could have caused some damage.” He looked up as he sensed the extra people in the room. Smiled at the young ladies. Stood back and looked at Emily and then to the paintings.
“Mon Dieu me gracieux, elle est liée à la jeune, non?” [My goodness gracious me, she is related to the young one, no?] He said, stunned by the resemblance of Mary and Emily Ambrose.
“May I sit down Kathleen?” He asked. I nodded and presented an armchair for him.
“Jean Paul, may I present Emily Ambrose and this darling creature is Michelle Dumuir. She has helped us organising everything to do with the paintings and the letters.” I told him.
“Letters, what letters?” He asked excitedly.
“Well the one from Napoleon Bonaparte the third, presenting Amalie some wine and the many letters between the two lovers.” I told him.
“Non, vous plaisantez avec moi? Vous avez des lettres entre ces deux femmes magnifiques. Je dois les voir, s’il vous plait?” [“No, you are joking with me? You have letters between these two magnificent women. I must see them, please?”] He asked urgently.
“Is there any mention of Lautrec?” he asked after apologising for speaking in French.
This time it was Michelle who answered him. “Je les ai lus plusieurs fois maintenant, plusieurs fois.Il n’y a aucune mention de qui est l’artiste. Ils semblaient n’avoir qu’un intérêt l’un pour l’autre.” [“I have read through them many times now, many times. There is no mention of who the artist is. They seemed to have only an interest in each other.”] She said all this in her matter of fact tone.
Kathleen then told him, “If you are more comfortable speaking in French, that is alright, both Michelle and I are comfortable with either.” I told him.
“English is fine.” He replied with a smile.