the card. « Ok for Dec. 22. I'll get my train tickets tonight. See you soon. Amandine ». I had a lot of trouble sleeping that night, and even more so concentrating at work over the next few days.
The 22nd is almost here, and I'm spending my life on the phone with Marion, the only one aware of the incredible adventure that is happening to me. On the 20th, my suitcase is already fastened, and I try really hard to not let Eric see my impatience to leave work on the evening of 21st.
On the train on the way to Italy, I think of the madness I'm committing : after all, I know nothing of this man. We have only seen each other three times, and we have only made love in an incredible way. But who is he, underneath ? I hope to get to know him this weekend, but at the same time, I'm dying of fright. When I get out of the car that picked me up at the station, I gasp at the beauty of the area that I imagine belongs to Diamonds. A large white stone villa overlooking a natural pool surrounded by cypress trees. As far as the eye can see, vineyards and fields lie in the sun. I do not have time to dwell further on the details of the landscape. Near a building that looks like a barn, I see Gabriel, and his beauty paralyses me. Just wearing white linen trousers, he is topless. I see his chest for the first time, and I am seized by the splendour of his muscular and golden body. Fine droplets of sweat pearl from between his pecs, and I see he is chopping wood with an axe. Seeing me, he came towards me.
- The weather is very good, and even hot for the month of December, but the nights are cool, he explained as a hello. Would you like something to drink, miss ?
Leading me into the house, he seats me at a table prepared for two.
- We will have a simple dinner, he whispers to me as he kisses my cheek, if that suits you, Amandine. Hearing my name in his mouth completely electrifies me.
While I put on a dress that is a little more dressed up, a beef carpaccio, accompanied with tomatoes and fresh basil, magically appears on the table where the candles were lit and glasses filled with undoubtedly great wine. I want to pinch myself to make sure this is real. Gabriel is incredibly beautiful, and eats me with his deep blue eyes. His light fragrance floats in the air. He dressed in a black cotton shirt for dinner which gave him a casual air. We talked about one thing and another, he nodded toward, in a corner of the room, an original photograph of Mimmo Jodice that he bought, he said, to remember the very special Paris exhibition. I feel a wavering sensation at the memory. When we toasted the champagne, for dessert, he removed an envelope out of his pocket slid it toward me and said, with a knowing look :
- This is for the train tickets.
I opened the envelope and horrified, found lots of banknotes. With an angry leap, I got up and ran into the room where I got my suitcase at a loss. Gabriel catches me and tries to restrain me.
- I'm not your whore ! I cried, holding my tears. But my line seemed to have slapped him. I softened before his dark face. He took me in his arms and kissed me with infinite tenderness. His tongue caressed my tongue, went along my teeth, played with my lips.
I felt faint but the image of the banknotes came back to me. I rejected him violently. He then took my face between his hands and forcing me to look at him, staring into my eyes, he said,
- Amandine, I apologize. I have never known a girl who is not interested in my money. I am used to venal girls, and I did not dare hope that you were different.
With these words, I released the tension in my body and allowed myself into his arms.
- From the beginning, at the castle, I found you very attractive, he whispered, kissing me again gently but firmly.
I close my eyes, troubled, and returned his kisses that make me vibrate.
- You're so beautiful, he continued stroking my shoulders gently at first, then the top of the breasts. These simple touches excited me terribly
Carolyn Keene, Franklin W. Dixon