Bertrice Small - Sudden Pleasures

"He's a decisive guy," Ryan remarked with a small smile. "A lot like Ray."

"I hadn't planned to be away from the shop for so long," Ashley said.

"What do you get from a convent in Madeira?" he asked her.

"Lace," she answered him. "Exquisite handmade lace. My first ex-fiancé found it for me when he and his partner were traveling in Europe."

"You're still friends with a guy you were once engaged to?" Ryan asked, surprised.

Ashley giggled. She couldn't help it. "Carson is gay," she told him. "I was young and didn't realize it, and he had asked me to marry him. He says he was in his 'I can beat this' stage of denial over his homosexuality. But he couldn't. He ran off with the best man a couple of days before the wedding. I thought it was so sweet that he wanted to wait until we were married to have sex." And she giggled again.

He grinned at her. In retrospect it was pretty funny, and she was certainly being a good sport about it. It said a lot about her character that she could laugh at herself. "I've heard you had a couple of other fiancés," he noted.

"Yep, number two was Chandler Wayne."

"The pro quarterback for the Chicago Razorbacks?" he asked.

"One and the same," she responded.

"Didn't he die in Vegas after… Oh, yeah. Great tragedy."

"If Chandler had to die young, and he did, he wouldn't have wanted to go any other way. The guy loved sex. I'm a little surprised at the circumstances, however. He wasn't the most creative guy in the sack," Ashley said.

"You're not a virgin," he said.

"I'm thirty-three," she answered him dryly. "How many thirty-three-year-old virgins do you know? But in answer to the unspoken question on your lips, I am not promiscuous. I have slept with only three guys in my thirty-three years, and two of them were going to marry me. The first was my college boyfriend. We did it twice, and then he broke up with me. I assume you've had a few adventures of your own, Ryan."

He laughed. "You are one candid lady, Ashley," he told her.

"You haven't answered my question," she said.

"Am I a virgin?" he teased her. "Nope."

Now Ashley laughed. "I think, to be fair, we should both have physicals if we decide to make this arrangement. Including tests for STDs. That okay with you?"

"Agreed," he said as the door to the conference room opened and their lunch was brought in.

The two waiters quickly set hot mats before them, covering them with linen place mats. Next came the silver, perfectly folded napkins, water, and wineglasses. Salads were set in front of them, and a small dressing boat was put on the table.

"Your entrées and the desserts are on the cart, Miss Kimbrough," one of the waiters said with a deferential bow. "I'll pour the wine, and then we'll be gone. Rick said you could serve yourselves."

"That's fine, Artie," Ashley said with a smile. "Thank you. The salad looks delicious, and you brought raspberry vinaigrette, my favorite." She poured a dollop on her salad.

While Artie poured them glasses of Pindar Winter White, the other waiter filled the water glasses. Then the two men hurried from the room.

"All the comforts of home," Ryan noted. "Your guys are pretty classy, considering you're country mice. Lunch in the boardroom."

"Usually it's yogurt, salad, or sandwiches," Ashley admitted as she ate the artfully arranged greens before her. "I generally eat at my desk. You?"

"Yeah, unless I have to take a client or a supplier to lunch. I try to keep those dates to a bare minimum. I don't eat breakfast except for coffee and juice. Lunch is a waste of time, and time is money."

"I eat three meals a day," Ashley said quietly. "I try to keep the carbs to the healthy kind. Good breakfast. Light lunch. Nice, but not too filling dinner."

"Do you cook?" he asked her.

"Actually I do, but not if I can avoid it. Mrs. B. cooks for me," Ashley told him. "If I had to cook after a long day at work I probably wouldn't eat, or eat all the wrong things. Having Mrs. B. to look after me is a great blessing."

"You have a cook?"

"I have a married couple, and a housemaid," Ashley told him. "When you came into town did you notice the large house on the hill overlooking the bay? That's my home, Kimbrough Hall. When you own a house like that you need help to keep everything running smoothly. The hall is on the National Registry of Historic Places in the state. I've lived there my whole life."

"Since you're your grandfather's only heir," he said, "I'm going to assume your parents are dead."

"They died in a boating accident when I was fourteen," Ashley told him. "They were totally in love to the exclusion of everyone else, including my brother and me. My father grew up at the hall, as my grandfather had. When he married, of course, my mother came to live there. They had two children, and then flitted off to enjoy themselves traveling the world. My brother and I were always getting marvelous gifts from their travels, and listening to them talk about their adventures on their rare visits home was really quite fascinating. Actually, my brother knew them better than I did. He was eight when they decided to go off on an extended holiday. I was just three."

"Who raised you then?" Ryan wanted to know. He was fascinated, and yet at the same time put off by the fact that she was so casual about a lifestyle that had left her virtually motherless. Would she, under the circumstances, have any maternal instincts herself?

"Well," Ashley said slowly, "Grams was around until I was eleven and Ben sixteen. After that it was usually Mrs. Byrnes who kept an eye on me."

"The cook?"

"Oh, no. The elder Mrs. Byrnes." Ashley laughed. "She was the housekeeper back when I was a kid. The Byrneses have been with the family for centuries. Grandfather always said they came with the house. My Mr. and Mrs. Byrnes are the elder Byrneses' son and daughter-in-law. But when they retire there'll be no more Byrneses at Kimbrough Hall. Their son is on Wall Street, and their daughter married a dentist. But Byrnes says he and his missus are good for at least fifteen more years." She chuckled. "I suspect they'll die in service, the way Byrnes's folks did. I just love them!"

Raised by servants. It just got worse, Ryan thought.

"Who brought you up?" Ashley asked him cheerfully, mopping the last of the salad dressing off her plate with a piece of roll.

"Our parents," he said.

"You've got siblings? I really miss my brother, Ben. He died in Desert Storm," she told him.

"I've got six sisters," he replied. "Bride is the oldest of us. She's fifty-three. Then comes Elisabetta, Kathleen, Magdalena, and Deirdre. There are four years between Dee and me. With five daughters my parents were reluctant to try again, but finally they did, and I was the result. They were so encouraged they did it one more time, but when my sister Francesca, Frankie, was born, they decided enough was enough."

"I can't help but notice your sisters' names. Irish and Italian," Ashley said.

"My mother's from Rome," he replied.

"That's why you don't look Irish despite your name!" Ashley exclaimed. "But you're very tall," she noted.

"My dad was tall," he told her. "That's the Irish part."

He had finished his salad, and he saw that Ashley was standing up and taking the covered plates off of the trolley. Removing the covers she set one plate before him and the other at her place. The plates contained four perfectly cooked raviolis with a light meat sauce sprinkled with freshly sliced mushrooms. Next to the pasta was a spoonful of thinly sliced pale green zucchini.

"Artie's Ristorante uses fresh local veggies. These must be the first zucchini of the season," Ashley said as she dug enthusiastically into the food on her plate.

As he ate he watched her eat. Other than his family he was used to women who picked at the food on their plates, but hardly ate a morsel. Ashley was obviously not one of those women. She was actually enjoying her food.