be any juicy details” she says making air quotes with her fingers while saying juicy details, “but I will be happy to share with you what I have for dinner tonight.”
Laughing, “Honey I couldn’t care less what you eat for dinner, I want to hear about what you have after you eat dinner!” Blushing again at his words she’s relieved when he changes the topic to her hair. Kathryn has beautiful light brown hair with honey highlights that is naturally curly. Not a frizzy mess of twirls, but long cascading bunches of ringlets reaching just past her shoulder blades. She oftentimes thinks about cutting it, after all shouldn’t women in their forties wear shorter hair? Hesitant to change something she’s so comfortable with, she never goes through with it.
“What are you wearing tonight, hon?” he asks waking her from her self examination.
“Excuse me, did you say something?”
“Yes I did, daydreamer, what are you wearing tonight?!”
“I haven’t the faintest idea!” she giggles “I haven’t had a moment to think that far ahead. A dress I guess.”
As he lifts part of her hair, “How about something like this? Simple yet elegant”
“Perfect.”
Nearly one-and-a-half hours later he presents a large mirror so that she can see how it looks from behind and says, “Viola!”
Gasping, “Enrique, thank you! You did such a fabulous job as always!” she gushes, very pleased with the results. Looking in the two mirrors she sees that he took the front half, wrapping it up and to the side in behind her head causing all of her curls to cascade down the right side of her back leaving a few tendrils of curls framing her face. Just as he said it would be, simple yet elegant.
Glancing at the clock, five-fifty, I better get upstairs, she thinks to herself. Kissing Enrique on both cheeks he says, “Knock ‘em dead honey, you’re more gorgeous than usual.” in his best Barbra Streisand impression, and with that she smiles and leaves.
Lost in her thoughts as the elevator reaches her floor she hurriedly exits the elevator running smack into her neighbor, Stan Goldman.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry, Kathryn?”
“Stan, hello, it is so nice to bump into you – literally” she says smiling, “I’m off to meet a friend and I’m running a little late.”
“Looks to me like you’re going to a lot of trouble for this friend, have I met this friend of yours?”
“Oh no, but I will be sure to introduce you at the first opportunity that presents itself. Enjoy your evening, Stan.” Kathryn says as she steps closer to her apartment.
“I look forward to it.” he says curtly as he enters the elevator. In his mind he’s cursing her, damn her! She is obviously meeting someone that is more than a friend! What could he possibly offer that I can’t? I’ve asked her out several times and she always had something to do! “Damn her!” he exclaims audibly to himself, pulling himself together as the elevator reaches the lobby.
As Kathryn closes the door behind her, she reflects on his curt response. (I wonder why he got so testy… I mean I know that he’s asked me out a couple of times but I thought he was just being neighborly. After all, she reasons, he is in his sixties and very fatherly. Aside from eating and breathing, we have nothing in common, nor are we alike in any way. He is not a particularly handsome man, nor is he unattractive. Average. That’s a good word for him. He is average looking with an average face, average thinning hair, average body, with an average paunch. Granted, he is a very successful businessman, but I have learned over the years, money does not equal happiness. It makes life easier, but not happier. She put an end to her thoughts of Stan and turned them to the task at hand… what to wear!
Chapter 4
A beach ball bounces off his leg, bringing his thoughts to the present. He smiles at the kid who ran to get it apologizing for hitting him; he waves him off and stands. I wonder how long I’ve been sitting here I don’t have my watch or my cell phone. Perhaps a quick swim will help he sighs. He walks into the warm water and tries to let it soothe his mind but regardless how hard he swims he can’t get Kathryn off his mind. Kathryn, hell he even likes her name and enjoys saying it over and over again in his mind. After what seemed like hours but was more like thirty minutes, deciding its futile, he walks out of the water, puts his tee-shirt back on and absentmindedly heads towards his hotel, the Royal Mirage, a five-star resort that is unassuming, tastefully decorated, with impeccable service. Management is fully aware that their clients not only desire anonymity, but demand it, and the staff at the Royal Mirage is all happy to oblige. As Keiran enters, the hotel manager happens to be walking by, “Good afternoon, Mr. Reece.”
“Good afternoon” Keiran responds with a nod.
“Shall I reserve a table for two in one of our dining rooms for tonight?”
“Ah, no, that won’t be necessary but I could use your help. I’m meeting a friend at the Burj Al Arab tonight. Would you mind making arrangements for us to dine at one of their restaurants at seven?”
“Yes sir, consider it done. Enjoy your evening.”
“I appreciate your help, thank you.” Keiran says as he reaches the elevator that just opened onto the lobby. He enters, and with a deep sigh, he thinks how nice it is to be in there alone. As he approaches his suite, he starts feeling pangs of guilt; he curses them away and opens the door.
Closing the door behind him, he’s pleased that Stephanie is not here. Good, time for a quick shower. It’s nearly five o’clock he notices as he turns the shower on entering once it’s hot and steamy. His thoughts turn to the matter at hand. It’s not as if he and Steph talked about exclusivity, monogamy, or anything long-term. While he realizes that it was probably implied since he has not dated anyone but her for the past year, he has never promised her anything. He never does, he does not commit. Not since that relationship that seems like a lifetime ago. It is far easier to play at the game of life rather than invest in it. Investing causes people to get hurt…causes him to get hurt. His mind went to his friend, Sandy, “You need someone or something in your life to love. Why don’t you adopt a cat or even a dog?” Seemed like an innocent statement from a caring friend, but he’s not even willing to let a pet into his heart he thinks as he shrugs to himself. Then why in the hell are you turning your life upside down to have dinner tonight with someone that you just met this afternoon, not believing in the adage that everything happens for a reason, is it by simple accident or Divine intervention, he questions sarcastically. And the moment that she walked by him saying “hello” plays over and over in his mind and just thinking about her gets his pulse rate up. “Damn it!” he says aloud and in return he hears, “Damn what?” Great, she’s home, he thinks to himself.
“Oh nothing just got soap in my eyes.”
“Are you okay?” she asks concerned, “I’ll rinse it out when I get in there, just give me a minute.”
Panic sets in (get in here?? I don’t want her to get in here with me while I’m thinking of Kathryn…get out Keiran, get out!) he thinks to himself. Too late… the shower door opens and she steps in.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Keir, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” secretly detesting how she shortens his name. He begins to think again about dinner tonight
