The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and one of the rooms was occupied by Carl Arkley, a regular guest whenever he was in the area, and permanent resident Fiza Alwi was always excited to see him and there was a very good reason for that.
because
she fussed with her thick black hair and got very flustered and when he shook
her hand she blushed, which he thought made her look even lovelier.
He
liked her, she was a tall skinny young woman of Somali descent with a huge
black eyes and toothy smile which lit up her face so when they ran into each
other around the Hotel, he would always flirt outrageously with her, and Fiza
would always flirt back.
Occasionally
when they had a coffee together or share a table at breakfast, he would
innocently caress her hand with his thumb or brush his fingertips against skin
and she would blush.
But
it wasn’t until Christmas that things progressed when they were sat in the
breakfast room alone with no prying eyes and he blatantly held her hand and
caressed her cheek with the other and he would have kissed her too if the
waitress hadn’t re-entered the restaurant and the moment was past.
As he was leaving later that day, he thought his
chance had gone until the New Year but as he walked into reception Fiza leapt
on him and trapped him against the wall armed with a bunch of mistletoe and
only when she had satisfied herself and the pagan
ritual, did she let him go she gave him a toothy grin and said.
“You could always stay another night”.
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