The Beach
A few hours later. Elaine stood before the mirror, her eyes staring at her reflection on it. She let out a fit of laughter when her eyes skimmed down her body, from her slightly exposed cleavage down to her stomach and then to her overly exposed ass that was covered only by a flimsy bikini that Beth had forced on her.
Once her laughter died down, she faced away from the mirror, placed her hands on her waist, and gazed at her friend who was busy staring at her in admiration, dressed in a similar way with a smile settled on her lips. “You must be shitting me, Beth. I’m practically naked.”
“How else do you clothe for a beach? This is how everyone dresses.”
“And my stomach?” She pointed to her slightly protruded stomach which was a bit bloated from the foods they’d consumed just a while ago. After Beth ran an outline on their outing, she dragged her out of the room to the already set breakfast table and they’d both eaten more than their stomach required because fuck, the foods were delicious. They’d made a mental note to ask Rigel for the chef. “I look pregnant even though I’m not. It’s all your fault for making me eat so much.”
“Do you even see yourself? Girl, you’re gorgeous as fuck. Your stomach means nothing. If you’re complaining about yours, look at mine.” As Beth pointed to her stomach and as Elaine’s eyes fell on it, they both burst into laughter, their sounds reverberating through the entire penthouse.
“Oh goodness, that was so hilarious.” Elaine held Onto the dressing table for support. “I warned you not to eat so much.”
She shrugged. “Who would resist such food? My stomach can get bloated for all I care. By the way, it’s time to leave.” She turned to the bed and ransacked through the clothes on it before fishing out two chiffon bikini cover-up robes of the same material as the bikinis that they wore. She waved it up in the air before throwing one to Elaine. “I figured we could cover ourselves with these until we get to the beach. It’s just a while away. This way, we don’t have to dress and then change when we get there.”
“You finally suggest something reasonable.” Elaine threw the robe over her body and tied it in the middle, nodding at her appearance in the mirror. She added a last touch to her makeup, tied her hair in a loose bun, and grabbed the beach bag that they’d readied.
“Grab everything you need,” she reminded Beth. “Most importantly, your sunscreen.”
“I did all that already.”
“Then it’s just me.” She hurriedly grabbed her subscreen, a pretty lip gloss, and then swiveled around to face Beth. “Done. Let’s go.”
“You’re finally cooperative. Let’s go.”
Hand in hand, both girls made their way out of Elaine’s room, heading toward the living room that led to the exit of the penthouse. Their feet stopped at the same time once they got to the living room and their eyes fell on the woman in the adjoined kitchen, her back to them while she stood behind the stove, her hands working expertly.
“Another food?” Beth exclaimed when her eyes fell on the cookies and a glass of juice on the table.
Elaine instantly stepped forward into the kitchen, her eyes glistening at the sight of the food on the table.
“You are?”
The woman flinched at her sudden words and she turned to face her. Lowering her head into a bow, she spoke. “Mrs Romano. I’m Curie, the chef.”
“Ahh.” Both Elaine and Beth nodded at the same time. The woman was way over their age, about late forties or early fifties. “You’re such a good chef. We enjoyed your food in the morning.”
She smiled. “I’m delighted that you like what I make. I’ll do my best and please you more.”
“No worries. Do you speak French?” She noticed that the woman’s English wasn’t so fluent.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
That’s so cool. You’ll have to teach us when we return.”
“My pleasure would it be. Please have lunch. I’ve been ordered by Mr Romano to make sure that you eat properly. I made some cookies.”
“We’re going out so we’ll just have some.”
Elaine signaled Beth and they took a cookie each from the plate, brought them to their lips, and let the delicious tastes wash over their mouths, their eyes glistening as they ignored the fact that their stomach hadn’t healed from breakfast. It was the woman’s fault for not preparing something light. Either way, they were in Paris and they needed to have as much fun and as much food as possible.
Both girls stuffed their mouths with cookies and only when their stomach felt extremely full did they let the cookies go and drank some juice before grabbing their bags again and began to head toward the door.
Beth who was full of life and vigor opened the door of the house and stepped out. But her excitement dropped to the floor when her eyes landed on the men in front of the door. She let out an exasperated sigh. She averted her gaze from the doorman to Rigel who stood a few meters away from the door, his hand on his hip as he spoke into his phone.
“I’ll return your call in a while.”
He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket before facing both women, his eyes scanning them from over.
“Mrs Romano.” He acknowledged. “You going somewhere?”
“Yeah. We’re going to the beach,” Beth instead answered.
“Not you, I’m sorry.”
“We’re heading to the beach,” Elaine replied. “We’ll be back in a while.”
“I’ll call the team.”
“What team?”
“The security team.”
“It’s fine. We don’t need it. We can go on our own. I mean it’s just a while away,” Elaine tried to convince him.
“I’m just following orders,” he deadpanned.
Beth flipped her hair backward and glared at the man in disbelief. “You want us to go with men? So they can watch us while we play with our bare butt in the air?”
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