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"What's supposed to be there?" asked Aza, a little flippantly. "There's nothing there. He's an arrogant, self-absorbed man!"
At the same time, we both began to laugh heartily. We laughed until our bellies ached and tears rolled down our cheeks. It did infinitely well. It had been the same with Charly. Lighthearted.
"Thank you, Aza, for being here. I haven't had this much fun in a long time," I confessed after we finally calmed down and I grabbed her hand. She put her other one on top.
“Me neither,” she admitted in turn, grinning at me. “But right now, I have to go to the bathroom. Otherwise, I won’t be able to survive another laughing fit.”
Giggling, she peeled herself out of the cushions, which were so soft that it was difficult to get out again.
“You wait here for me. No trips and no other stupid things! Your brother will kill me otherwise. I’ll hurry up! It won’t take long,” she admonished me with a stern look very similar to that of my brother.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be good!” I promised, glancing after her as she disappeared through the glass doors back into the hall.
Relaxed, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the surroundings.
Were there also citrus trees in this part of the garden? Was there also a footbridge leading from here to the beach? And from where would I be able to hear the sea roar?
I shook my head vehemently. I was not allowed to think such things at all. They only gave me stupid ideas; I knew that because my curiosity was my greatest enemy at such moments.
A little distraction would still do me good. So I climbed out of the comfortable seat and walked to the balustrade of the terrace.
Of course, I ensured I could not be seen from the hall.
Here, at this point, if I concentrated, I could really hear the sound of the waves very softly. But instead of calming me, it only spurred my longing for the water even more.
Sighing, I ran my hands through my hair, a few strands coming loose from my updo.
“Crap!” I scolded, trying to put the strands of hair back.
Suddenly, a hand gently wrapped around mine.
"Let me do it," whispered Mr. Baldur's voice directly behind me. Slowly, he guided my hands down until they came to rest on my skirt. Tenderly, he began to braid strand after strand back into my hairstyle. As he did so, his body came closer and closer until he finally touched my back. It felt so natural that it nipped my protest in the bud.
My breathing quickened, my heart almost exploded in my chest, and as if by itself, I leaned against him with my eyes closed.
Light as a feather, his fingers slid through my hair, brushing here and there the bare skin of my neck. Every slightest touch left me quivering.
His breath was warm on my cheek, his indescribable scent wafted around me, and it took all my strength not to turn to him.
“You are so beautiful, Myrina,” he breathed against my ear, and the words manifested painfully in my womb.
“There you are!” I heard Aza’s voice right behind me. Startled, I wrenched my eyes open and turned to face her. I was alone.
“Are you all right?” she asked with a skeptical gaze. “You seem like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Hectically, I looked around, but the terrace was deserted except for the two of us. Then I took a deep breath. My mind had played a trick on me again. It was maddening.
“No, everything is fine. At least I think so,” I answered uncertainly.
“Then come, we can finally go back to our room. The reception is over. The last guests are just leaving the property.”
“Are we the only ones spending the night here?” I asked, horrified.
"Yes, it seems so," my friend said a little contritely. "That's why your brother instructed me to take you to your room immediately and tell you to lock up no matter what."
Thoughtfully, I nodded and then followed her back into the house. What was being played here?
CHAPTER 39
