Masters And Lovers 1-4

Chapter 57

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I’d never realised that the Threesome have a sauna, a wet-room and a hot-tub….

More of Michael’s work?

As I lower myself to the chest in warm foaming water….

Oh, yes….

…. I consider where in our own home, Elizabeth and I might have something similar.

“Beer? Wine? Champagne? Coffee?” Michael hovers, gesturing towards a kitchenette-cum-bar that holds a comprehensive set of drinks and liqueurs, along with a kettle, a small fridge and a coffee machine.

“Is there any of that Bucks Fizz left?”

“Coming up.”

All five of us in the tub, the drink of choice in hand or parked on the tile edging….

Does it get any better than this?

We sit in a circle, facing inwards; Elizabeth between me and Michael, Charlotte to my other side, James opposite.

It feels…. natural….

Michael and Elizabeth are both quiet, sipping their drinks, passive, but there’s something going on between James and Charlotte.

“Master…” His head tilts... “… Thank you.”

James rolls across the tub to kneel before her, cups her cheek with his palm, then kisses her. It's long and soft, and unhurried. Next to me, Elizabeth sighs and her fingers weave into mine.

Certainly seeing a different side to him…

He pulls back, looking into her eyes, his focus all on her. “Happy First Real Christmas, Jade-Eyes.”

Jade-Eyes?

Wonderful name….

Then abruptly, both seem to notice the attention on them. Charlotte blushes and even James looks unsettled.

“It was certainly an improvement on last Christmas day,” I comment.

“I know what's missing,” says Elizabeth, splashing up a bubble-covered hand. “We've not had any Christmas Carols.”

Michael looks askance. “In the bath?”

“Why not?” says James. “Bathrooms are noted for good acoustics. What’s your favourite carol, Beth?”

thinks for a moment. “Good King

choice.” James takes a swallow of his Rioja then, in a singing voice

a fantastic bass

does Michael’s, until James gives him a ‘get on with it’ wave of the hand and

snow lay

close her mouth. “Come on then. You started

sings, as I join in,

Charlotte watches James, her

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partridge in a pear

singing by rounds, we finish singing The Twelve Days of Christmas. “Don’t know about you,” says James, “but I’m pruning

Sounds good to me….

robe. “I’ll dash ahead and

return to the lounge to find the hearth burning brightly and Michael stacking a

the crackers. I feel a bit of a fool, but James’ gaze and mine meet.

Fools together….

we each put

Who cares?

to see her

that ‘faraway’ look as she stares into

how is your first real Christmas going so far,

nothing, simply flashing white teeth to

Going teary?

have you given Charlotte for Christmas? I’ve

I haven’t given it to her

from a cupboard, prettily wrapped and very obviously a book. As she pulls at ribbons

to an armchair, flicking through the colour

Still…

sensitive about accepting

It’s their marriage, but I want to growl at Michael,

up, but he’s not looking worried

up from her book. “I just wanted to give

a dog-in-the-sausage-shop smile, “Oh?

a pocket, pulling out an envelope. “Here....” He passes it to her, then

?

cocks a brow at

the faintest touch of smugness

shakes her head.

his armchair. “Well, open it, then perhaps we all

surprise then…

don’t know what

kept me in the dark.” He

her eyes wide, then with a rustle of paper, opens the envelope, extracting a

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