Fire - Betrayal Read Free Page B

kitchen and the dining room was a door that led to a short board walk to a garage that was separate to the beach house.  The way that it was designed and landscaped made it feel like an adventure of its own accord.
    The combination of the rumbling of the thunder in the distance, the adventure walk to the car, and awaiting Ben to spill the beans on what he knew was setting the mood for the evening. To my delight, I found it to be very interesting, very stimulating and thrilling.
    I felt myself becoming more alive than I had felt for a long time since Ben’s departure to Une Autre Terre, and looked forward to, not only the contents of the food menu, but the contents of Ben’s conversation.  Although, I felt annoyed about his mysteriousness about the beach house, I loved the intrigue, and couldn’t wait to poke and prod with questions until he could stand it no more.
    I looked down and smiled to myself, excited.  When I looked up again, I discovered that Ben was gazing at me.  Only, he had a very smug look on his face.  I was sure that he knew what I was thinking.
    “Sooo…this is the car?” I questioned, looking at a very shiny black four wheel drive, trying to distract his thoughts by directing his attention on the sporty looking four wheel drive.
    “Ah, yeah. I know that I am a Terrean, but I’m pretty sure that’s what they call it,” he replied sarcastically, smiling at my efforts to take the focus from me.
    “But…we’re not going in the car.”  He led me to the other side of the tall car, to a Triumph Thunderbird Motorcycle, and smiled at me.  I could see him laughing on the inside, waiting for my reaction.
    I played it cool, and kept the look of shock and fear off my face.
    “Nice,” I communicated calmly as I walked all the way around it, letting my fingers feel the smooth shapes and curves of the body of the motorcycle.
    “Okay, I’m ready to ride Ben.  Let’s go!” I lied.
    Ben studied my face, his eyebrows raised. My reaction was the complete opposite of what he had expected.  He decided to call my bluff. He wheeled the motorcycle out of the garage and then mounted the beautiful machine, and started it.  Then he indicated to me to get on behind him.
    Acting confidently, I swung my leg over the seat and made myself comfortable, as if it were second nature to me.
    Ben reached around and found my hands and placed them onto his chest. I knew that I had to hold on, and I relished the feel of his sculpted pectoral muscles on his chest.
    Ben accelerated on the motor cycle, and I put my head down against his back.  I had to, because I was so afraid, no, I was terrified of being on the motorcycle. I couldn’t understand how people could enjoy the freedom motorcycle riding.  But I did love wrapping my arms tightly around Ben. And I loved the feeling of my body being so close to his.
    Within ten minutes, we had arrived at the Café. I dismounted the motorbike first, relieved to be off the wretched thing. I turned to face Ben. He smiled at me coyly, making my heart skip a beat.  Then he looked down and gently took my hand and led me into the Beach House Café.
    The Cafe sat directly on the beach. A very large deck protruded out the rear of the café giving the most amazing views of the ocean, even though it was now dark.
    The cafe was crowded with people everywhere, happily chatting. The atmosphere was warm, welcoming and exciting.
    We sat opposite each other at a cosy table on the deck right beside the waves that gently rolled up onto the beach, the sound of the waves soothing, and the sea air refreshing.  Not only could we see the beach, but we could also see the approaching storm as well.  The weather update at the café informed everyone that the storm was approximately two hours away.  We had plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely, appetizing meal together.
    I looked at Ben, and breathed in deeply. I was absolutely and totally besotted with him.
    His eyes soaked me in as he reached over and