“Well like us, as long as you can show clearly that you have separate bedrooms its ok.”
“I see.”
He went on looking at me. “Whether you use both or not. So, if there was only one, what would happen?” I asked.
“Probably nothing as they would be unlikely to know, but if we were grassed up and we had just one-bedroom god knows what would happen as we are mother and son.”
That evening we went to a nice Thai restaurant where again I saw several people staring at us making me feel awkward as I wondered what they were thinking.
When we got home both a little tipsy as we’d had two bottles of red I mentioned it to him.
“So, does it worry you mum, people thinking I’m your toy boy?”
“Actually, yes I guess it does in a way.”
“Ok, I’ll have a sign made that I’ll wear on my forehead saying, ‘she’s my mum,’ will that make you feel better?”
I laughed and told him not to be silly.
“How’s the jet lag going?” He asked as we were clearing up in preparation for bed.
“It’s ok.”
“Got you last night didn’t it?”
“How do you mean?” I asked as alarm bells rang in my mind.
“Just that I woke up dunno what time and thought I heard you.”
Wondering just what the hell he heard and hoping that I hadn’t moaned I replied.
“Yes, I tossed and turned quite a bit.”
“Should have given me a knock,” he said coming close to me and putting his arm round me. “We could have er…”
As we looked at each other I mumbled “What?” wondering whether this was the moment. Leaning forward he slid his arm round me causing my heart to pound and my pulse to race. ‘God it is,’ I thought as his face came close to mine, but it wasn’t. Kissing me on the cheek he went on.
“Had a chat or a drink or something.”
“I didn’t like to come out of the bedroom in case I woke you,” I said aware that we were still close and his arm had remained round my waist.
“Don’t worry about that mum, wake me any time.”
“Really?”
“Yes of course and use the lounge and kitchen, I sleep like a log,” he went on shattering my hopes as he moved away saying. “Night mum.”
The next day I took a cab to the One and Only hotel where a friend from way back was staying and spent the morning round the pool with her and her husband and kids. That helped me clear my head of Peter who in my mind was now back to the obsessive level of pre-Jack!
I didn’t stay for lunch as Peter said he had a meeting and would be home around two.
I went back to the apartment, showered and put on a clean and unused white bikini, with a yellow, voile sundress over it, I didn’t bother with shoes. I prepared a light lunch of Caesar salad that I assumed we would eat on the balcony and poured a glass of white wine.
I was very nervous waiting for him. Although nothing overt had happened last night there had been moments when it seemed as if something might. It was like the time when John had let me down about my birthday and Peter had consoled me to the point where I thought we would kiss or when we danced together at my anniversary and he held me against him and I felt the stirrings of his erection.
Once more I was so confused half thinking I should take the lead or show him that I was ‘available’ but with the other half scared to do that in case I was reading the signs wrongly. I summarised the situation in that it was unlikely that there was ever going to be a more suitable time for ‘something to happen.’ We had the time, location and opportunity, all that was needed was the will from both of us. The question bugging me was did I have that will to confront the inevitable enormous complications that would ensue if we had sex?