Violet slowly turned away from Victor’s closed door and went into her own room. There she blinked stupidly at the unfamiliar and complete set of matching luggage tucked into the corner of the room. Her own small overnight bag lay at the foot of the bed and looked woefully out of place in such lavish surroundings.
“What in the world?” she mumbled. She then ran to Victor’s door and pounded on it. Before she could blink, the door swung open to reveal at eye level a bare chest.
“Violet, what’s wrong? You okay?” he anxiously said.
She stared at the chest for a second then her eyes slid down the taut stomach and at last to silky striped boxers. Damn, he looked good!
“Violet?” he said, tilting her face up to his. “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t speak--for who knows what reason--so instead she pointed toward her room. Victor instantly strode to the room--pulling Violet by the hand-- fearing an intruder, but in reality expecting a spider.
He looked around and seeing nothing untoward he held out both hands asking, “What?”
“Someone’s been in here. That’s not my luggage. This might not even be my room,” she shrieked.
“Is that all?” he said, shaking his head. “Of course, it's your room. Did you bother looking at the name tags?”
“What for? They could be anybody’s.”
“But they’re not just anybody’s. They’re yours. See for yourself,” he said.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I think I know what I brought with me and there it is,” she said pointing to her small bag.
“Humor me, babe,” he said wearily sitting down on the bed.
She made a face then went to the first and largest of the suitcases. She flipped the tag over and gasped. “There’s another Violet Bennett at this hotel?”
Victor laughed. “You are precious. I doubt there has ever been another Violet Bennett like you.”
“But…but…I don’t get it.”
He got off the bed and went to her placing his hands on her arms. “I bought them for you and had them delivered here for your new wardrobe. All those things you modeled today aren’t exactly going to fit in that tiny bag, you know.”
“What things? I’m wearing the only thing you bought,” she said spreading out the skirt of her new dress as evidence.
He merely smirked. “You actual think I’d let you go back to Catalpa Valley with only one dress after all those gorgeous dresses you modeled? Silly girl,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought you knew me by now.”
“How...how many of them did you get?” she asked, trepidation running along her spine. If she knew Victor, and she thought she did by now…
He grinned but said nothing, confirming her fears.
“You’re insane,” she said.
He nodded. “Yes, we’ve already established that.”
“Victor, those women at the boutique must think I’m your…your…”
He raised his eyebrows waiting. “My what?”
She glanced around the room, wringing her hands, as if looking for a savior. “Your concubine!”
He threw his head back and roared with laughter.
“It’s not funny!” she whined.
“The hell it isn’t!” he said, still laughing. “You’re not a concubine. You’re the furthest thing from it, in fact.”
“Well, then what do you call it when a man buys all sorts of things for a woman he is not married to?”
“Violet, I can assure you, you are not a concubine,” he repeated. “Listen, do you know what a concubine is, what she is specifically for?”
He watched her cheeks redden which told him she did. “Well, then you know as well as I do, we haven’t gone there, have we?”
“Well…no, but those women obviously thought…”
“Violet, what does it matter what they think?”
He could almost hear the cogs turning in her head as he waited for her to respond.
“It matters, it just does!”
“Oh, Violet.” He chuckled, pulled her into his arms, holding her close. To his surprise, she snuggled into him and held on for what seemed like a blissful forever.
“Tell the truth, Violet,” he whispered in her ear, his voice seductive and teasing. “This has nothing to do with clothes and what a bunch of old biddies at a dress shop think.”
“No?” she absently said, pressing her cheek into his bare chest, enjoying how his chest hair tickled her.
“You’re trying to seduce me. You think I’m your gigalo.”
She gasped and pushed him away. Then she proceeded to push him out of her bedroom, across the sitting room and to his door. All the while he laughed. He turned in his doorway and gave her a cocky grin.
“You don’t have to knock the next time you wish to see me undressed. Just come in and hop into bed with me. I won’t mind…not at all, my cute little concubine!” he said, winking at her.
She turned bright red and fled to her room, slamming the door behind her.
He laughed again and slowly closed his door. “Just precious.”
* * * * *
“Wake up sleepy-head,” Victor said, poking his head in the door. He heard Violet groan and he went to her bed and sat down beside her. “Breakfast is here and according to my mother, you have not lived until you have breakfast at the Waldroff-Astoria.”
Without opening her eyes, Violet rolled onto her back unknowingly exposing most of her breasts which her flimsy night gown couldn’t contain.
“Thought this was Carlton-Ritz,” she mumbled.
“Whatever,” Victor muttered, gazing fixedly at her enticingly soft skin.
“Not hungry,” she said, seemingly drifting back to sleep.
“Suddenly I am…just not for crepes,” he said, bending over her and lightly kissing her cheek, her chin, her neck, down her shoulder and…
“Mmm, that tickles,” she giggled.
“Funny, I don’t feel a thing,” he lied, as he continued down to the swell of her breast and left a trail of feathery kisses. “You’re killing me, Violet.”
She giggled again and threw her arms around his neck. “Kiss me,” she demanded, pulling him closer.
“If you insist,” he muttered wrapping his arms around her and nearly collapsing on top of her.
“I can’t believe she’s…what the hell is she doing?” Richard shouted.
“I think we can guess. It's best we leave,” Heidi said, tugging on his arm.
“He’s taking advantage of her. She’s... she's half asleep and she...she doesn’t know what she’s doing!”
“She knows precisely what she’s doing, Richard. Now let’s go,” Heidi retorted, again tugging on his arm.
“I like waking up like this, Richard,”Violet mumbled.
Victor froze then painfully pulled away and straightened up. “Too bad I’m not Richard,” he said, drawing breath and standing up, his happy mood gone.
Violet finally opened her eyes, and blinked several times, her confusion quite evident. “What…where…oh, was I dreaming?”
“Yeah, we both were,” Victor muttered, turning toward the door. “Don’t bother getting dressed yet. A robe will do for now. Your breakfast will get cold.”
“Huh?” she said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She just caught a glimpse of Victor slipping out of the room. She sighed. It had been a nice dream. She wished it had kept going. She was sure it would have been better than any breakfast.