Taste Like Honey

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Amelia has spent more than two hours looking in the mirror this morning. She wanted to look beautiful but the fear of stranger’s eyes meeting her body or face made her decide to dress as normal as she could and to not wear any makeup. Her hair was always down, and she used it to hide her face. Sometimes she wanted to be invisible but this time, she was not so sure.

When Amelia got to David’s place, she could not believe how beautiful the hotel was. Fairmont Le Château Frontenac is one of those places that make you feel like you are inside a fairy tale. For more than a century, Fairmont Le Château Frontenac luxury lodge in Quebec Metropolis has been the true-life force of many individual’s yearnings. Everybody without exception, music to movie stars, sports activities personalities to political figures, loves uncovering this fantastical Quebec Metropolis luxury resort and delights in returning repeatedly.

In the château style, Château Frontenac is an imposing lodge with 5 brick and stone wings and a central tower erected in seven levels between 1892 and 1993. One of the magical things of this hotel is it construction and placement. It is conspicuously situated on a cliff overlooking the St. Lawrence River, inside the Québec historic district. The whole place makes you feel free and ready to live your best life.

Amelia enters the golden gates of the hotel and she was surprised to see that the inside of the hotel was as or even more beautiful than the outside. She, slowly after taking time to appreciate all the beauty walked to the front desk and asked for David’s Penn room number. The front desk staff confirmed that she had an appointment with Mr. Penn and then she was directed to the Hotel’s Penthouse.

Amelia stood in front of the penthouse door for fifteen minutes and then knock in an indecisive and delicate way. The door opened and Amelia saw those blue eyes again, those eyes that made her feel itchy and anxious.

You are right on time! – David said while smirking at Amelia and telling her with his hand to come in.  

With a soft and shy voice Amelia said thank you and walked unto the penthouse.

David -You can have a seat; I am just finishing with my tea.

The lounge was extremely well decorated with two sofas, one golden coffee table, and one beautiful vintage red velvet chair that looked like a throne. Amelia sits in one of the sofas and then starts to examine the rest of the room. The walls were of an off-white tone with golden decoration close to the ceiling and no photos, only one painting. Caravaggio’s “Judith Beheading Holofernes” was a very weird choice to decorate such a beautiful place, but somehow for Amelia, it made sense. The painting placed within a clear, positive environment was proof that beauty and the grotesque could survive together.

Do you find it of bad taste to have such a painting? -David asked surprising Amelia and waiting for a stupid response.

Amelia looked at David and smiled lightly almost imperceptible then looked at the painting again and after taking a deep breath said:

 -I find it comforting!

David – That is a very disturbed answer!

Amelia -Nevertheless, my answer it is.

David frowned his thick sexy eyebrows like not understanding what she meant by conforming, but he decided not to ask anymore. He sits in the red vintage chair, cross his legs, and looks at her with an intense stare that makes Amelia blush and feel uneasy.

Amelia, that is your name, right?! -David said while crossing his hands-on top of his legs.

Amelia -Yes, that… that is correct.

David -You look like someone who does not lie, so tell me. What does our Ms. Editor want from us?

Amelia -What do you mean?

David -See, the thing is. She is playing favorites with you, and she knows what a terrible person I am. It does not make sense to me the fact that she is sending her precious lamb into the forest, alone, with a wolf. Do you understand?

Amelia giggled a little bit but forced herself to stay serious and calmly said -She want us to cooperate so that we can work in a book together.

David -She is a serpent, but then again that is way she is my editor.

Amelia -Are you angry?

David -Of course not. I am accustomed to Ms. Editor’s lies.

David stands and walks over to the sofa where Amelia is. He sits slowly and very close to her. Amelia respiration starts to move quicker, and her heart starts to beat faster.

David looks at her face and sees her reaction.He is a sadistic little monster and enjoys making people suffer with his sexiness, but not Amelia. He feels guilty and moves back a little bit.

David -You do not like to be touched. Tell me… have you ever made love?

Amelia looks at him quickly with her big dark eyes in shock and then looks down. After a few seconds she moves her head from side to side to let him know that she has never made love. David gets up from the sofa, goes to the kitchen table and comes back. Amelia is confused and does not know what to do. David throws one of Amelia’s books on the coffee table in front of her. She sees it and looks at David looking for a clue of what is going on.

David -I knew it! I could see it just by reading your book. Your books are very well written, and the technical stuff is on point, but the love story is all crap, poo poo, pure garbage.  

Amelia -I do not understand.

David -Listen! To be a marketable writer now days you do not need to write well. That is the sad true. If you are going to write a book with me, you need to become better. I do not do fraud. It is true that my fan base is female, but do you know why that is?

Amelia -Because you are…um... well... you are handsome.

David -That is the ultimate truth, but this is the real deal…

David sits close to Amelia again this time leaning on his right side over the back of the sofa which makes them see each other face to face.

David -I make them fantasize, sexually aroused, wet Amelia!

Both staring at each other’s eyes making love with their breathing and wanting to kiss and become one. Even if none of them move or touch the other, they both want it. David snaps out of the imaginary passion trance and looks away from Amelia’s face.

David -I learned to sell what they wanted, what they want and always will, and that is desire! You want to sell them love, but you do not know any.

Amelia -I am not going to sleep…

David -I am not a misogynist f##k. I am sorry of you thought that I was telling you to f##k someone just so that your books sell better. Amelia, if you do not know the real thing then just learn to lie better. If you cannot, then being a writer is not for you.

Amelia -I can do it.

David -Are you sure?

Amelia stands and looking straight into David’s eyes with an angry and determined expression exclaims:

-Writing is the only thing I have. The only thing that I have always wanted to do and the one thing that saves me every day from myself. So yes, I can do it.

David smiles and stands beside her, with his fingers gently takes a couple of strands of hair that where falling over her left cheek and puts them behind her ear.

David -Very well little lamb. Let us make you into a better liar then.