Christopher Lee - For The Love Of Sara

“Hundreds!” she said snuggling into his shoulder. “But that’s just it, they are all boys, out for what they can get.”

They continued dancing.

“The thing is,” Grant said philosophically, “losing your father when you did, you just see me as a substitute, a kind of surrogate dad.”

She stopped dancing and pulled away glaring at him.

“Well that’s funny,” she said. “So how comes I never wanted to fuck my dad?”

She turned and ran off the dance floor. Other couples who had been dancing nearby momentarily stopped and muttered something.

Grant called after her, but she was through the patio doors and running as fast as her tight dress would allow her.

Grant followed her, not running, but walking at a fast pace. When he got to the patio he saw her running out of the hotel gardens down the path towards the beach. He broke into a jog and caught up with her as the path deteriorated into scrub and sand. He caught her by the shoulder, but she shrugged him off.

“Leave me alone,” she sobbed. “Go back to your precious wife and kids.”

He caught her by the shoulders again. This time she made no move to pull away. He turned her around and she put her head on his chest. He held her gently until her sobs subsided. She raised her head and looked up. Her mascara had run giving her panda eyes. He gently supported her chin with his hand. His face lowered towards her. He could feel her hot breath as she reached up to greet him. Then his lips brushed hers in a gossamer embrace. The touch was electrifying. It lit a spark of dark urgency which dwelled within them both. Hungrily their lips crushed together as Grant pulled her to him. Her mouth opened and Grant searched for her sweet tongue with his. She responded in the same manner and the two of them stood there locked in a forbidden embrace completely unaware of the shadowy figure on the path. Her own eyes moistened with tears in the moonlight. Emma turned and ran back to the hotel.

They walked hand in hand along the beach at the water’s edge, star-crossed lovers wishing they had the world to themselves. They didn’t speak. There seemed no need for words. They walked until they reached the rocks at the side of the bay. Sara found a flat rock and sat down. Grant sat behind her and put his arms around her. She pulled her legs up to her chest as they watched the waves break on the beach.

“Will you make love to me?” asked Sara.

“I already have,” replied Grant, “over and over in my mind, a hundred times!”

She laughed, nervously.

“And was I any good?”

“You were a mermaid,” he said.

She turned and looked at him quizzically. He kissed her forehead.

“Make love to me now,” she said softly.

Grant took a deep breath and exhaled.

“No,” he said. “May God forgive me, but I think I love you too much.” He enveloped her with his strong tanned arms and kissed the hair on the top of her head.

“It’s time you went home.”

“Where do we go from here?” asked Sara getting to her feet.

“I don’t know,” sighed Grant. “I honestly don’t know.”

They joined hands and walked back the way they had come.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” asked Sara. “Can we have one last swim together?”

She reached up and kissed him briefly on the lips.

“Okay,” said Grant, “one last swim.”

She turned and ran off towards the apartments. Grant headed back to the hotel where he rounded up Tim, Ben and Sally. “Where’s Emma?” asked Grant.

“She’s in reception,” said Tim. “She’s in a right mood.”

“Well go and find her,” added Grant. “I don’t want her being her on her own.”

“No,” said a voice in his head. “You never know what might happen to her.”

When they all got back to the apartment Jill was still fast asleep in Emma’s bed.

“Looks like you’re lumbered with me again, Em,” joked Grant.

“I’d rather share with Sally,” said Emma coldly.

“Can’t stand the snoring, eh,” said Grant

“Something like that,” she replied. “Goodnight,” and brushed past him into the other bedroom.

“I told you she had the ump,” said Tim.

“Probably time of the month,” said Ben. Grant did a double take.

“You know,” added Ben. “End of the holiday.”

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