I need to just mention quickly that it never even occurred to me to seriously consider the Captains bloody stupid proposal. What I should have said in my last post was that I needed to get away and be away from everyone who was demanding something from me. What about just going back to China and Alpha I here you say. Well I thought of that but I didn't feel quite up to facing him yet. I also think it's pretty bad form to be comforted by your fiance when your lover makes you feel rough.
I took out my phone and turned it back on. All the messages from the Captain flashed up instantly. I deleted the lot without reading them. Then I phoned the Frenchman and explained briefly what had happened.
"Ah, Coquette, I told you what would happen if you play with silly boys. They get involved. Come visit me, I will make everything all better."
"You dear thing. No men though. I don't want any men."
The Frenchman went silent for a moment, humming and thinking.
"Of course, I understand. Let me think about it, trust your friend to come up with a solution please Coquette. Can you take the Eurostar tomorrow? Is that too soon? I'll meet you in Paris and sort everything out for you. Bon?"
"C'est bon."
I hung up and went to find SH. He actually laughed when I told him what happened but quickly stopped when I showed him the ring.
"Hell babe, this is far worse than I thought. What will you do?"
"I'm not sure but I would like to go back to London tonight if that's ok. England is feeling a bit small for me at the moment. I could do with getting out of the country."
"Bolter," he said without rancor. "Just don't go too far or for too long."
"I wont. I'm thinking spa break. Italy maybe? I could do with a week of good food and massage."
"Sounds great. Well pack up and say goodbyes then let's get going."
So we did. Within an hour we were on the road and heading back to London. When SH dropped me at mine the house felt cold and empty. I made a note to ask Mrs M to give it a top to toe clean whilst I was away.
I flicked through the post and found a couriered first class eurostar ticket for a morning train the next day. I called Alpha and told him I was off to a spa in Italy for a week where they banned phones and computers so I would be out of touch. I tend to have a spa holiday one week a year every year so he wasn't fussed but asked me to come home soon. I know the next time I speak to him he will tell me to come home.
I called the Captain and got his voicemail. I told him the same story but told him it was because I couldn't think with so many people around and I needed peace and quiet.
I slept well that night and was up and on my way bright and early the next day. I taxied to the train station and was soon streaming through the beautiful Kentish countryside to the channel and then the flat plains of northern France. We pulled in to Gare du Nord train station and I pulled my case down the platform. There at the end of it stood my dear, sweet Frenchman.
In one hand was a bottle of wonderful champagne in the other a bunch of flowers. He managed to hug me whilst holding on to the gifts, obviously for me. He took my bags and passed them on to a discrete looking driver, gave me the flowers and sent the champagne away, also with the driver. The driver went off to get the car and the Frenchman took my hand, laid it on his arm and escorted me out towards the exit.
"Well Coquette, what a mess you are in. I wont say I told you so. You have lost your bloom too and have lost weight. It doesn't suit you Coquette."
I told him that I had been fed up by my housekeeper at my mothers.
"Either she is a terrible cook or you were even thinner before. What do you English know about food anyway? I promise by the end of this week you will look and feel a different person."
"Where are we going?"
"Ahhh, not we, you."
"Alright, where am I going?"
"Well it would not be acceptable for you to come to my Paris flat or my home. My wife may come home and how do I explain you? Non. I am sending you to an old friend of mine. She was the cook when my mother ran the house. She is retired now but still as young as ever and has promised to care for you. I think she will leave you to your own devices during the day but will cook food as you have never had it before. Proper home cooked French food. Ah, Coquette, how I envy you. Just you, the country, good food and time to think. Bon?"
"It sounds ideal. She doesn't have a hunky young son or anything though does she?"
"Non. No men, as you instructed. Then when you are feeling better we will have dinner à Paris and you can go home or go to London or to your Alpha or wherever."
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