Chapter Six - Time to relax

"A quick shower followed by a nap and then a visit to the Docu-centre as I need to send out a few resumes and hopefully I can land a job soon. It does not matter what I do if it's an honest wage. I also need somewhere to rent," she mumbled to herself as she moved around gathering her clothes.

She needed someone who knew about somewhere reasonable and safe to live, if only Jason was here, he would know somewhere, instead he seems to be brainwashed by her mother. She sighed at the injustice of it all. Her mind whirled with thoughts of the future but all her thoughts fled instantly when she stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

The water felt amazing as it began running down her body that she let out an involuntary moan. The rum that she had drank still warmed her blood and she felt the tingle all throughout her body even in her most intimate of places. The scented bath soap soothed the tension in her neck and shoulders. Her fingers lightly caressed her body and soon they drifted even lower and brushed her delicate flower.

The electricity sizzled her blood and made her grip the towel rack. Waves of pleasure ran through her body and her skin felt as if it was on fire. It had been a while since she had pleasured herself, but the image of Jason naked last night in the shower was burned in her subconscious and she was able to conjure it up easily as her breathing pattern changed.

Her toes curled as the first wave of ecstasy washed over her body like the lather of the soap on her back. The pink areoles of her breast were full, her nipples crested atop her breasts like seedless grapes against her pale skin. With parted lips and a muted cry of pleasure, Sienta came over and over with the thoughts of Jason's body nestled deep inside her. It was some time before she could move. Sated and limp she left the shower and collapsed on the bed clad only in a towel that she had wrapped around her she fell asleep.

Her sleep was peaceful, until four hours later the pangs of hunger and the thunder of an empty stomach nudged her awake. She slipped back into the pair of jeans and the stitching caressed her petals as she walked through the door clad in her favourite flip flops, blue t-shirt. The thought of going without a bra and panty felt liberating and, in her mind, she was free from the shackles of her mother and her best friend who had betrayed her trust.

At 4:40 p.m. on a Friday the restaurant was bustling with people and surprisingly there were a lot of locals intermingling with people of her own colour so she felt fairly comfortable and perused the buffet line. She loved oxtail and made sure that her plate was filled with meat and vegetables and found a table in a corner of the large room. She settled at the table with her heaping plate and sat down to enjoy the sinew from the bones. Locked in her own little world of oxtail and beans the tall man in the dark, grey Italian suit did not catch her attention at first, but when he pulled the chair opposite her and sat down, she was annoyed by his rudeness because he did not seek her permission first.

"Excuse me," she said in the most basic of Jamaican creole. "Don't you see the seat is already taken and I am waiting on my boyfriend to join me?"

"That is a lie and you know it, I have been watching you since you entered the restaurant and if you had a boyfriend he would not leave you an inch, much less allow me to get two words in."

"Not all men are barbarians and green with jealousy and envy you know," she replied in a raspy tone of voice.

"Ouch, you are a feisty little woman, but us Spanish men like a little heat."

"I thought the accent sounded funny, I was trying to place it, but seriously the seat is taken and even if I have no boyfriend I would not mind being left alone to enjoy my meal."

"That is fine, I will allow you to have your meal in peace, however this is the only free seat and I am starving. Hi, I am Nathan. I will be out of your hair as soon as I finish my coffee and French toast. What is that are you having?"

"So typical of men, you give them an inch and they take a mile, I thought you said that you would have left me alone and that you only wanted the seat because it was the only one available?"

"Pleasant conversation tends to make digestion better and where are your manners? I introduced myself and I am at a very distinct disadvantage at least you can call a name."

"Arrgh, you just never give up do you Nathan?" "Ahh! I love the way you pronounce my name, it sounds almost heavenly," he said as he flashed a smile that just lit up the entire room.

His teeth were perfectly shaped and white, there was a certain warmth to his personality when he smiled almost like a little cute puppy that no one could resist. She loved that he was persistent and did not shy away even when she tried to be feisty. Her eyes roved over his body appreciatively. He looked so handsome in his suit.

"Just to set the record straight Nathan, I did not lie about holding the seat for my boyfriend earlier, but you can sit until he comes, by the way my name is Sienta Alexander."

"Ok, Sienta, until he gets here, I will stay then and meet the man who is better than I am."

Nathan was a talker and he had Sienta's attention for almost two and half hours, all the while he kept her in stitches with his humour. She was almost sorry to see him go but asking him to stay would have revealed her lie. So, she pretended to get a text that her meeting place had changed and she had to go. Nathan was gracious and allowed her to go but not before slipping her a piece of paper. As Sienta, skipped through the lobby, she saw the flowers were blooming, with snowflakes resting on the petals, fresh lively paint covered the walls with the sounds of birds chirping with beams of sunlight dancing.

The glass doors were immaculately cleaned and almost invisible allowing the impression that the lush green grass was almost at her fingertips. She played joyfully with the paper that bore Nathan Hullivier's name and phone number. Life had become hopeful and was in stark contrast to how she saw or felt about the lobby and entrance of the hotel a few hours earlier and almost tripped over the caution signs that indicated that the workmen were still working on the air conditioning system. She made it back to her room even while feeling as if she was floating on air. She stood in front of her closet with an exasperated sigh, there was nothing to be worn tonight and especially since she had invited Nathan to come tonight. She wanted it to be memorable but modest and tasteful as she did not want to give him the wrong impression. Even as the butterflies fluttered in her tummy as she remembered how it felt when his fingers had brushed against her hand at the table.

"Me and my big mouth why did I invite him? Suppose he believes that I am available and desperate. After all my elusive boyfriend did not show up at all. Will that little white lie come back and haunt me? Casual but elegant will be my response a good old-fashioned jean and a nice off-the-shoulder blouse should do it. In the meantime, I need to send out some resumes and hope I can land a job or else I will have to end up begging Daddy for help," she muttered as she laid the clothes on the bed.

A light bulb went off in her head, she needed to tell Daddy about what was happening at home with Mummy and Jason. She suddenly heard a little voice in her head,

Sienta do not get involved because you do not know what your precious Daddy has been doing in Dubai for over two years. What is done in the dark must come to the light. Thanks, but my conscience and I will deal with that bridge when I get there in the meantime I need somewhere to live and a job.

"If anyone knew how I have these conversations in my head I would be carted off to the asylum for sure," she said as she chuckled at the thought. It was so ironic to find herself in a position where she had everything that she ever wanted and never had to worry about money being from the upper class to be forced to work to earn her way. She was downgraded to the working class all because she took a principled position and confronted her mother based on her convictions.

"Silly me," she whispered as her vison blurred, "if I had only kept my big mouth shut."