Starting Over

Chapter 7

Ellen was there before Jan, lounging against the pillar next to his bike, waiting for him to arrive. She’s spent an age dressing, and hoped the off white dress covered in large scarlet roses and brilliant green leaves was traffic stopping. Almost as if prompted she glanced up to see Jan stopped in his tracks looking at her. 

“Wow, every time I think I imagined how beautiful you are, I get blown away...you look stunning Ellen...”

She blushed, he always said EXACTLY the right thing. “You don’t look too bad yourself!”  And that was no lie. He was wearing jeans, well fitted and she could only imagine how snug they’d be around his bum, and a black t-shirt, tight, moulding to his lean, strong physique. The sight of his was SO relaxing, so comforting. Ellen could barely believe she’d been in this hotel a day short of a week, she felt like she’d been here forever...with him. As he pulled her into his arms for a chaste yet passionate kiss, she ignored the worrying thought that whilst she’d only been here a week, she only had a week left.

She was still swooning as she slid onto the moped behind him, and with a noise that was more than groan than a growl he directed them out onto the road. Palma, the capital was twenty minutes away, and as the lights of the busy City lit the horizon Ellen smiled. And as they slowed at traffic lights she leaned into his neck and asked, “so what have you planned?” against the warm and heavenly scented skin of his neck.

She could hear his chuckle over the rumble of the engine, before he opened the throttle and sped off across the junction. 

Eventually he pulled up near the waterfront, outside some rather executive looking apartment blocks all with a sea view.

“Wow!” Ellen pulled off the helmet and shook her hair free, “have you won the lottery?”

Jan chuckled, “Hardly, this is an apartment owned by  a family member, I can use it when I like.”

“I thought you shared with the other workers?”

He grinned again, leading her into the reception to store their helmets, “I let them stay Ellen, it’s a tiny little difference.”

“I  can see why you want to stay here!”

He nodded, “sure beats that hotel! Now come on, the night is young!”

“Are you working tomorrow?” she asked as he dragged her back into the street.

“Not til midday. We can do what we like!” He was laughing as he broke into a run, dragging her behind him.

A few minutes later they came upon another party filled street. People dancing in the road, drinks free and easy, food stalls serving fast food. They ordered a beer with the customary tequila chaser at the first bar, and then wandered hand in hand through the throngs of people. Everyone seemed to know Jan, he was obviously a regular here. Initially he gave her his undivided attention, but when a particular group of friends grabbed them he burst into banter with them, Ellen meandered around the paved street watching and smiling.

Most of the music until that point had been flamenco guitars and strong Spanish vocalists, but as she moved through the dancers, Spain’s favourite son blasted through the speakers, Enrique Iglesias was hardly a top ten artist of hers, but it was a song she knew..... Yep Hero was as cheesy as it got, but suddenly she embraced it like an old friend, swaying to the music, raising her arms in the air being more dramatic.

Turning she knew Jan’s eyes would be on her, but she didn’t expect him to be so devoted, he could barely drag his eyes away to have a conversation with his friends. She gyrated, wiggling her hips, swaying and moving to the music. Each time she caught his eye she smiled suggestively, letting her dancing become more and more seductive. What she didn’t know was how the low light seemed to give her skin a lustre it hadn’t had earlier, how her dress lifted as she danced showing enough thigh to make his own body lurch, or that the wanton display of freedom, happiness turned him on beyond compare.