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Summer 1987
Miriam Beckman laid back on the canvas and wood beach recliner, enjoying the midday sun as it spread across the Santa Monica hotel’s veranda. The breeze off the ocean was a cool complement to the warm sunlight as both washed across her body, at least that part of it not covered by what she liked to call her almost-there bikini, a garment that amounted to little more than a few pieces of fabric held together by even skimpier bits of string.
When she decided to get a little sun this morning, the five-foot three-inch brunette initially regretted not having packed something a bit more modest, but after wearing the swimsuit for a while, she now couldn’t be happier. The only way she could’ve gotten more of an all body tan would’ve been to go nude, and while she had done so before, it had always been in far more secluded surroundings. As it was, the top half of her outfit barely covered her 34C bust, while the bottom left even less to the imagination. Also, if she ever attempted to use the suit in the matter it was advertised, Miriam was sure it would never hold together once wet.
A sudden shadow unexpectedly blocked the sun, causing the twenty-six year old brunette to open her eyes, removing her sunglasses as she sat up. There, standing at the foot of the chair, was a blue shirted cabana boy and, as her gaze shifted to the colorful drink on the tray in his hand, the expression on her face turned to one of disappointment.
“Jamie, I thought we’d already settled this,” Miriam said, exasperation in her tone.
One of the drawbacks of being on vacation alone, especially if you looked like Miriam, was that you drew a lot of unwanted attention. In just the hour she had been out on the terrace, two men had already sent over drinks as an overture to an introduction, only to have each sent back with a firm, but polite, no thank you. Finally, she’d had a small talk with the young man before her and, after adding a generous trip to her request, thought she’d put an end to the interruptions. The next time anyone tried to send over a drink, he would, politely, inform the gentleman that the lady wasn’t looking for company.
“Si, Miss Beckman, I told the men at the bar that you didn’t wish to be disturbed,” the eighteen-year-old said, “but this is not…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish as she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
“Alright, point out which idiot still insisted on sending it over and I’ll break the bad news to him myself,” Miriam said, rising to her feet as she looked in the direction of the Tiki Bar.
What she found was, although the lineup at the small bar was different than before, the quality of it hadn’t changed. If anything, it had even gone down a few notches. Reflecting on that fact, part of her considered that the cabana boy would’ve been a more appealing prospect, that is if she liked them that young, which she didn’t.
“I’m afraid I’m the idiot,” a decidedly non-masculine voice said from off to Jamie’s right, interrupting her consideration.
Turning back around, Miriam looked past the teenager and saw a tall, short haired blonde whom she took to be in her late thirties. Wearing black slacks, a white top with a red ascot and a sky-blue blazer that carried the crest of the resort on its breast pocket, the decidedly attractive woman dispelled Miriam’s annoyance with a broad smile. One enticing enough to even draw a man’s attention away from a bust that was fully the equal of Miriam’s own.
“We haven’t met,” the woman began to say as, with two long strides, she moved past Jamie and extended her hand, “well, at least not face to face, but I’m Nicole Devereaux.”
“Nicole …” Miriam started to repeat, only to pause as both the name and the slight but delightful French accent rang a bell in her head. “Oh, of course, we’ve spoken over the phone many times.”
As if she had her rolodex sitting right in front of her, Miriam recalled that Nicole Devereaux was the Director of Guest Relations here at the Seaside Pacific. As the older woman had said, the two of them had never actually met, but as a travel agent back in Chicago Miriam had talked to her over the phone a number of times over the last year. Their last conversation had been two months ago, when she had booked what was supposed to be a long weekend aware from home, which was all the vacation she could afford nowadays.
“I’m sorry that I wasn’t here to greet you when you arrived yesterday,” Nicole said as their hands met, “but I’m sure my staff took good care of you.”
“Yes, they did,” Miriam said, now displaying her own best smile, “real VIP treatment.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Nicole softly laughed. “Otherwise heads would have rolled.”
As she shared the chuckle, Miriam compared the real Nicole with the image she’d formed over the phone, quickly deciding that reality was far better than what imagination had provided. soğanlık escort bayan Aside from her physical appearance, which said she took good care of herself, the older woman had such a positive and powerful sense of presence that it was impossible not to like her.
“It was nice of you to take the time to come out and say hello,” Miriam said as she sat back down on the edge of the recliner.
“Well, professional courtesy aside,” Nicole said as she sat down on the empty chair next to Miriam’s, “I’ll also admit to some curiosity about the person behind the voice on the phone. In a business like ours, we sometimes spend years talking to people across the country, yet never actually meet.”
Miriam nodded her head, thinking that was true. As she did so, Nicole turned to Jamie and said that he could just leave the drink on the small table between the chairs, which he proceeded to do so.
“So, tell me, how is my old friend Gareth doing these days,” Nicole inquired as the young waiter walked away. “Is he still as gregarious as ever?”
“You’ve met Gareth?” Miriam asked, the image of the boisterous, bearded owner of her agency appearing in her head.
“Oh, many times,” Nicole said, “the last was, oh let me see, it has to have been two, no, three years ago. Still, he does leave an impression that stay with you.”
“That he does,” Miriam smiled, agreeing with her assessment of Gareth Northwell.
“In fact, I talked to him just the other day,” Nicole continued. “He called to ask me to make sure that you had a good time on your vacation.”
“Did he now?” Miriam replied, really surprised that he would do that.
“Well, maybe not in so many words,” Nicole added, “but he did say that anything that I could do to expedite things for you would be greatly appreciated by the Northwell Agency.”
“Now that sounds like Gareth,” Miriam laughed.
They exchanged a few more comments about their mutual associate as well as their business in general. Then Nicole shifted the conversation to the more immediate reason she had stopped by.
“I have some good news for you,” the older blonde said. “Do you remember, back when you made your reservations, you inquired about having dinner at Bonnaire’s?”
“Actually, I do,” Miriam recalled, now clearly remembering the conversation. “Just about every travel brochure I’ve read about this area raves about that place, calling it the kind of restaurant that everyone should experience at least once.”
“Which is absolutely true,” Nicole agreed. “I’m sure you also remember that, at the time, since it has become so popular, I wasn’t sure I could guarantee you a reservation. When I called them about it, they were already booked up halfway into the summer.”
“I know places in Chicago like that,” Miriam pointed out. “As soon as they become really hot spots, they also become impossible to get into.”
“Well, the details about it aren’t important, but I’ve managed to get you and your boyfriend dinner reservations,” Nicole said. “The only drawback is that they’re for tonight. I hope that’s not a problem.”
Miriam’s reaction to what should’ve been great news took Nicole by surprise. Instead of excitement, or even simple satisfaction, her face displayed disappointment. It only lasted a moment, but long enough for Nicole to think that, however inadvertently, she’d said something wrong.
“Lee didn’t come with me to Los Angeles,” Miriam said.
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Nicole replied, thinking that when she had checked at the front desk, she had only inquired if Miriam had arrived, not if anyone had been with her.
“We, er, well, we broke up,” Miriam clarified, “a few weeks ago.”
“But the hotel reservation still said…” Nicole started to say, then thought better of it.
“Since we were being comped on the room, I never thought to change the reservations,” Miriam explained.
“Oh,” Nicole replied, knowing full well that it had been Gareth that had arranged for that as well.
She was curious as to what might have happened, but knew better than to be so crass as to ask. If Miriam wanted to share the why, she would do so. If not, well, it really wasn’t any of Nicole’s business.
“Well, you came, and I’m sure you’re going to have a great time,” Nicole said, moving the conversation forward.
“Do you think we might change that to a table for one?” Miriam inquired, turning her own focus back to the restaurant.
Now it was Nicole’s face that grimaced. “That could be a problem, because Bonnaire’s really frowns on single tables,” she replied. “Rightly or wrongly, they feel that the sight of people eating alone destroys the ambiance.”
“I was afraid of that,” Miriam said, disappointment in her voice.
“I’m really sorry,” Nicole said with genuine regret.
“It’s okay,” Miriam responded. “It’s just that after recommending it to so many people, I’d really like to have seen if the reality matched the hype.”
“You know, it might not ümraniye escort bayan be exactly ethical,” Nicole said after thinking about it for a few seconds, “but I could call them and say that you’d been sent by your agency to write a review or something like that. They might be willing to make an exception for that.”
The idea was tempting, and Miriam did consider it for a moment, but then put it aside. It was one thing to stretch the truth on her own, but she wasn’t going to ask someone else to do it for her. Lies had a way of becoming undone, and she didn’t want to see whatever relationship Nicole had with the restaurant, and she obviously had one since she was able to get the reservation in the first place, damaged.
“No, I wouldn’t want you to do that…” Miriam started to say, only to abruptly stop when she realized that the answer to the problem was literally sitting right in front of her. “I know,” she said, her tone now excited, “why don’t you have dinner with me?”
“Me?” Nicole replied with genuine surprise.
“Sure, why not?” Miriam continued. “If you think about it, you’re probably the closest thing I have to a friend here in LA.”
“Well, I …” Nicole started to say, hesitation in her voice.
“It’s either going to be you, or one of the clod squad over there,” Miriam said with a smile, arching her neck in the direction of the Tiki Bar. “Would you really wish that on me?”
Following Miriam’s lead, Nicole took a long look at the sad grouping at the bar. Her reaction was nearly identical to the younger woman’s only a few minutes before.
“No, I guess I couldn’t live with that on my conscience,” Nicole said after a few moments’ reflection.
“Great,” Miriam said with exuberance.
“I’m going to have to rearrange some things, but I’m sure there won’t be a problem,” Nicole added.
“Great,” Miriam repeated. “What time did you say the reservation was for?”
Nicole told her and they agreed to meet in the hotel lobby a half hour before. The restaurant was within walking distance and the weather forecast was already calling for a near perfect evening.
“I’ll see you at seven then,” Nicole said as she got up from the recliner.
“It’s a date,” Miriam smiled, not really noticing, as she did, Nicole’s reaction to her choice of words.
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Miriam spent another half hour out on the veranda, then headed back to her room to change into a comfortable pair of black slacks and a light blue blouse, the perfect thing for an afternoon of shopping. Not that she really planned to buy anything, but it was still good to get out and enjoy the sights.
She had a light salad at a local eatery, just enough to carry her until dinner later that night. The afternoon weather was, as it had been since she’d gotten to California, spectacular. This is what spring is supposed to be like, she’d thought as she exited the small bistro, a far cry from what passed for it back in the Windy City. Reaching her beachfront hotel, she checked for any messages, then headed back up to her room.
A quick shower followed, after which, wrapped in her towel, she stepped out onto the room’s small terrace which overlooked the beach. The sun out over the Pacific had dropped much lower in the sky, but it was still bright enough to blanket the water below with its warmth. As a result, there were still plenty of people enjoying the sand covered shore.
‘If I dropped the towel and stood here naked, I wonder if anyone would even notice,’ Miriam thought mischievously as she felt the terry cloth wrapping shift as she leaned over the railing.
That was exactly the sort of thing that would’ve really pissed Lee off, she further thought. Oh, it was okay in the bedroom, there he had no problem with her getting a bit freaky, but a certain decorum was always expected in public. So much so that there were times when their relationship had been downright boring.
“Screw you, Lee,” she said to the empty air as, stepping back from the rail, she gave the towel a tug and let it fall to the ground.
Miriam stood there in the early evening sun for a good five or so minutes, during which she noted the few lighter areas of skin that her tiny bikini had shielded from the sun. Her unplanned nudity felt strangely liberating and she began to wonder if there might be a nude beach nearby where she might balance out her tan. Perhaps she could ask Nicole?
The thought reminded her that earlier, she had felt slightly guilty about having put the Director on the spot with her impromptu dinner invitation. From the older woman’s reaction, it was possible that she already had plans for the evening and only said yes as a courtesy to
their professional relationship. If that was the case, she’d have to make sure that Nicole enjoyed herself enough to make up for the imposition.
Grabbing the towel off the floor, she tossed it over her shoulder and, still naked, strode back into the hotel room. She had already selected aksaray escort an outfit for the evening, one she had purchased especially for the trip. Another thing Lee was going to miss out on, she thought.
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Having traded her quasi-uniform for a more flattering blue and white dress, Nicole waited in the lobby, taking note that the clock on the wall still had five minutes before it marked the hour. Initially she wasn’t sure going to dinner with Miriam was a good idea, but now she found herself looking forward to it. Yes, it could very well turn out to be a lousy night of listening to her bitch about her ex, but then again, it could also be a chance to enjoy some pleasant company — something she hadn’t done in a while.
At almost seven on the dot, Miriam stepped out of the elevator wearing a rich purple evening dress that perfectly hugged just about every curve in her body. The top of her dress accented the full breasts beneath, displaying just enough skin to still be considered appropriate. The hem at the other end was just high enough to equally highlight a pair of nearly flawless legs. Around her waist was a thin, white corded belt, just to provide a bit of contrast. A small, thin shoulder wrap completed the outfit.
“Wow, I feel like I’m underdressed,” Nicole said, once Miriam approached her. “You look fabulous.”
“Thank you,” Miriam laughed with a wave of her hand, as if to deflect the compliment. “I just figured that, since I brought it along, I might as well wear it.”
“An outfit like that deserves to make an entrance,” Nicole noted. “So now, even though it’s a nice night, I’m glad I arranged for a ride for us.”
As they stepped outside, Miriam assumed Nicole was talking about a taxi or something comparable. Therefore, she was taken back when they got to the curb and found an old-fashioned open horse carriage waiting, a female driver in traditional garb standing by to help them aboard.
“A friend owed me a favor, so I figured, what the hell, why not?” Nicole said in way of explanation.
They climbed aboard and, even though the ride was only a short ten minutes, it was spectacular. Onlookers stopped to point them out and tourists took their photograph, making Miriam feel like the center of attention.
“What time does this turn back into a pumpkin?” Miriam whimsically asked as they made a wide turn onto the street where the restaurant was located.
“I’m afraid we’re going to have to take more conventional transportation back,” Nicole replied. “Favors only go so far. But I hope you enjoyed it.”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to forget it,” Miriam beamed.
They had just disembarked from the carriage when, having spotted Nicole, the doorman outside Bonnaire’s rushed over to meet them and, guiding them past the line of waiting guests, ushered them into the restaurant. There in the foyer he turned them over to the maître d’, who in turn passed them along to the senior waiter who showed them to their table. All three of them took the time to say how nice it was to see her in the house once again.
“Now it’s my turn to say, wow,” Miriam said once they’d been seated. “You must really rate.”
“I used to come here a lot,” Nicole simply said, as if to downplay all the attention.
Miriam doubted that was the reason, just as she was sure that the table they were shown to, situated as it was in a prime location, was not the one she would’ve been shown to if she had come here with Lee. Still, remembering what they say about ‘gift horses’, she declined to comment on either.
“Do you have any idea what you want to order?” Nicole asked as they opened the leather-bound menus that their waiter had left after taking their drink orders.
“Oh, I think I’ve known from the day we started planning this trip,” Miriam replied, a slight pause drawing attention to the fact that she’d said we rather than I.
Skipping over the faux pas, she recited from memory exactly what she wanted, a litany she repeated when the waiter returned with their drinks.
“You know, that sounds pretty good,” Nicole said as she closed her own menu. “Why don’t you bring me the same.”
“Very good, Ma’am,” the waiter, who has introduced himself as, Paul, said before withdrawing.
Dinner proved to be as enjoyable as Miriam could have imagined, all four courses of it. Equally enjoyable was the conversation that went with it, as Nicole proved to be as charming and knowledgeable as she was lovely. Miriam learned more about the hotel industry in two hours than she had in two years of booking reservations at them. They got along so well that it felt like they’d already known each other for weeks, instead of only hours. Eventually their discussion slowly shifted from the professional to the personal, including what had happened between her and Lee.
“I didn’t want to ask, but I guess I am curious,” Nicole said, once Miriam brought the subject up.
“Well, don’t worry, I’m not one of those women who can’t stop bitching about her ex,” the younger woman smiled, alleviating Nicole’s concern of earlier. “I wish I could give you an interesting reason, like that he cheated or something like that, but that wasn’t the case. I honestly just woke up one morning two weeks ago, looked at him on the other side of the bed, and, as much as I once thought he might be the one, suddenly knew that he wasn’t. After that, there didn’t seem much point in going on.”
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