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Date Posted: Thursday, September 09, 08:20:11pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
As Michael and Nikita approached the outskirts of Nice, Michael reached over and turned off the jazz music playing on the radio.
“I thought we might want to by-pass Nice and back-track into Monaco...you mentioned you’ve never been there.”
Nikita smiled. “No I haven’t...is there something special there to see?”
Michael suppressed a smile. “Monte Carlo is very beautiful. We could relax for a day, you...or we could do some shopping for clothes. You will appreciate the shops there Nikita... I’m sure you will find clothes to suit your needs.”
“Ha, I rather think the shops are haute couture...all we need is a change of clothes Michael...practical things.”
“You deserve the finest....I would like to see you wearing beautiful clothes.”
“Hummmm...tired of me in these old ski togs, huh,” she grinned.
“We could both purchase items appropriate for the Mediterranean winter and dining out in Monte Carlo.”
Nikita starting laughing. “You just want to spend some of the laundered funds, right? Well, that’s fine with me. On to Monaco!”
It was dusk as Michael steered the Mercedes into Monte Carlo. He pulled over to the side of the road leading into the core of the city and reached for the car cell phone.
“Yes, operator, s’il vous plait. I would like the number of the Grand Hotel...merci..”
He punched in the number, his eyes twinkling as Nikita sat watching him.
“Yes....I was wondering if you have a vacancy for a suite....I don’t have a reservation.”
Nikita grinned and shook her head.
“Certainly....yes, that will be excellent....the name is Bourne, Mr. & Mrs. We’ll be there shortly.”
Michael turned off the cell and wheeled the Mercedes back into the traffic. “That’s the famous casino up there on the left, watch for Ave des Speluges, the Grand Hotel is located not far from the casino.”
Nikita sat trying to suppress giggles. “You’ve been here before, right Michael?”
“Hummm...yes, a mission a few years ago.”
“Care to divulge the details, monsieur?”
“Ahhhh...not really....it was the kind I hated.”
“What kind is that?”
“A valentine mission.... involving a contessa with connections to the French mafia.”
“Was she beautiful....I mean to make the mission less distasteful for you.”
“She was pleasant enough.”
“Pleasant in what way....to look at or...you know...in bed?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it Nikita....there’s the hotel.”
Michael wheeled the Mercedes to the front entrance of the luxury hotel. Nikita glanced around, her eyes widening.
“My gawd Michael...you think they’ll even let us in the front door, looking like we do in our ratty clothes.”
“The car will help no doubt.”
The hotel valet pulled their backpack and bags from the trunk and nodded to Michael as a luggage attendant rushed to place the bags on a trolley. They followed the attendant through a lobby adorned with chandeliers, rich oak walls, plush red carpet, and rows of exclusive boutiques. As they stood at the reception desk, Michael handed the clerk their false passports and spoke softly.
“I called a short time ago about a suite....Bourne...my wife and I have been on an back country ski adventure and wish to stay two days and partake of some pampering, including shopping in your boutiques.”
“Most certainly monsieur Bourne...madame Bourne. You have the option of a corner suite or a riviera suite. The corner suite offers views of the Mediterranean and also the city, including the route of the famous Monte Carlo grand prix. The riviera suite offers unlimited views of the Italian coastline.”
Michael turned to Nikita. “Which would you prefer?”
Nikita was trying hard to suppress her delight and laughter. A world with Michael involved living in a cabin in the woods, or residing in a palatial hotel.
“Oh, maybe the corner suite, so we have two views,” she smiled at the clerk.
“Yes, of course....and would be prefer a king or queen sized bed?”
“Queen sized would be very nice,” replied Nikita. “We don’t want to get lost in the king sized one.”
“No madame. Please sign the register Mr. Bourne. May I have a credit card for an imprint sir.”
“I would prefer to pay you cash, if that’s alright.”
“Certainly sir....560 euros per night....would you prefer to pay for one night to allow for other items to be charged to your suite?”
“Yes, fine,” replied Michael.
An attendant took them to their suite, opened the door and ushered them in. Nikita wandered to the patio. The city of Monte Carlo glittered in one direction as the lights from a cruise ship reflected on the waters of the Mediterranean on the opposite site of the large patio. In the main room, a warm glow emitted from white table lamps on rich wooden end tables. The bedroom was white with a queen sized bed decorated with deep blue accenting pillows and duvet. Michael tipped the attendant and quickly perused the room. He nodded in approval.
“Michael this is beautiful....come look at the view!”
“Yes it is wonderful.”
Noticing his deeper interest in functional hotel decor, Nikita grabbed Michael’s arm and pulled him to her. “I know, you’re more interested in the computer internet plug-in’s than the view! But look! It’s amazing...thank you so much for bringing us here!”
“You deserve it Nikita....we’ve been roughing it for too long. Even this time of year, Monte Carlo is beautiful...perhaps more so than in the summer, when there are so many people visiting. So what would you like to do first....eat, watch a movie, have a bath...?”
Nikita looked at Michael mischievously. “We better order room service ....unless we wander around town looking for a cheap restaurant that allows scruffy clothed ski bums.”
“Yes, correct. Tomorrow, we’ll purchase new clothes. Then we will find an exquisite restaurant and dine out.”
Nikita wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck and kissed his lips gently. “You are wonderful....and you spoil me so much...I feel like the princess of Monaco....and your tastes definitely are rich ones Michael....are you sure we should be spending so lavishly....I mean, first the car and now this?”
“We will live our lives to the fullest Nikita....on the money of the treacherous and evil....take each day and try to live it to the utmost.”
“You mean...ahhh....like it could be our last,” whispered Nikita.
“Yes.”
Michael pulled her to his body and squeezed her tightly while stroking her hair and back. Nikita fought back tears and as Michael felt her body beginning to move with sobs, he pulled back and kissed her eyes and nose.
“Hey, none of that....we need to enjoy ourselves....perhaps we should test out that large marble tub...should be room for two...maybe they have some toiletries to fill the bath with bubbles.”
Nikita wiped the tears from her cheeks and nodded. “Yes.....bubbles would be nice...together with you.”
Michael began pulling Nikita’s fleece sweater over her head as she helped him remove his jacket and waffle shirt. He leaned over and began kissing her breasts as she stretched her head back, letting Michael work his magic on her body. Instantly she began tingling with his touch as she clung to his neck and shoulders. Michael scooped Nikita into his arms and carried her into the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed.
“I’ll run the water in the tub...shouldn’t take long.”
He disappeared into the marble bathroom. Nikita could hear the water splashing into the tub as Michael peaked around the bathroom door.
“We’re in luck....they have bath oils..... and.....bubbles.”
Nikita shook her head and began grinning.
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