Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (83) Sleeping at the Claremont Hotel (Part 03)
On Saturday night after a lavish meal Matthew said goodbye to his parents and drove back to Shallowfield and it was 4 am when he pulled up outside the hotel, and he was surprised to see there were lights burning in his office so he decided to investigate, and on looking through his office window he saw Sarah, was asleep in his chair behind his desk.
Matthew smiled and then turned and headed to the entrance and when he reached his office door he could clearly see her sleeping behind his desk.
Sarah Poole was five foot eight with long shapely legs, but in his leather chair she looked quite small, almost childlike, her head, with her pixie cut red hair was turned to the side and she had an angelic look on her face.
It was a pretty face that he was very familiar with, he saw it every day at work and every night in his dreams.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.
“Good morning” he said as she opened her mesmerizing green eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she said startled “I thought you were in Abbottsford”
“I was, I came back early” he replied
“More to the point, what are you doing here?”
“Kenny” she replied, Kenny was her alcoholic husband.
“What’s he done this time?” he asked
“He’s drunk” she replied
“So what’s new” he said ironically
“Nothing, but this time he’s been hammered for ten days straight”
“You should leave him” he said
“And go where? And do what?” she snapped “He’s blown all our money on booze, there’s nothing left for me to start again on my own”
“But he’s never going to change” Matthew said
“I know” she agreed resignedly
“So why don’t you live in?” he asked
“I need something more than a maid’s room” she said sinking back in the chair
“That wasn’t what I had in mind” he said
“I don’t know what you mean” she said with a confused expression on her face and then when the confusion cleared she said “oh no I can’t share with you”
“God I wasn’t suggesting that” he said with horror
“You don’t have to sound quite so horrified” she said
“Sorry” he said “but what I was suggesting was the Gate Lodge”
“Gate Lodge?” she responded
“Yes it’s the building down by the gate”
“I guessed that much, what about it?” she asked
“Well apparently when Martin Tyrer was assistant manager he had the use of the Lodge was part of his package” Matthew said
“No, Martin lived in the village” she corrected him
“Out of choice” he said “but he didn’t have to”
“Are you sure?” she asked
“Yes I saw it in his personnel file the other day” Matthew said
“What were you looking at that for?” she asked
“I had to do a reference” he replied
“Yes his file is still on the desk somewhere” He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “Private and confidential” and began reading it.
“You were telling the truth” she said with surprise “So I can live there”
“Why would I lie?” he asked affronted
“I thought you were just being nice” she said as she leant over the desk rereading it
“That doesn’t sound like me” he said
”No it doesn’t” she agreed
“You cheeky cow” he said and pinned her to the desk and tickled her mercilessly until she was laughing so hard no sound was coming out of her so he stopped and let her regain her breath.
He bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said
“Go and get some sleep, in one of the vacant rooms”
“Ok boss” she purred
“And tomorrow get housekeeping to prepare the lodge and then you can move in”
“Thank you Matthew” she said and kissed him, but the kiss was more than gratitude