Danielle Steel - Hotel Vendome

“I lived with someone for eight years. It worked for a long time, and then one day it didn’t. He never wanted to make a commitment, other than living together. Eventually we just led parallel lives with very little connection.”

“And then what happened?” Hugues could sense that there was more to the story, and she met his eyes squarely with her own.

“He left with my best friend. Three years ago. Things work out that way sometimes, like your wife and Greg Bones.”

“The funny thing is that if she’d stayed, I don’t think we’d have been suited to each other. I was dazzled by her when we met, and fell madly in love with her. But I was young, and in the long run it takes a lot more than dazzle to make a marriage work.”

She smiled at what he said. And it was obvious that he didn’t want marriage or even a serious relationship. He seemed content with his life the way it was. She wondered too if Miriam’s betrayal had wounded him too badly to ever trust a woman fully again. She didn’t inquire about his life in the ensuing years, and didn’t think it was her place to do so.

“You’re right. I’m beyond dazzle at this point too,” she said as he slipped an arm around her shoulders, and they sat there for a long time, peacefully, side by side. He liked the way he felt whenever he was with her. She was a kind, easy, open person, who worked hard, spoke honestly about herself and others, and seemed to accept life as it came. It was comfortable being with her, and she felt the same way about him. It was as if they had always been friends, and they worked well together. They had made quick decisions and seemed to have similar tastes and opinions about many things.

“How about an ice cream before I go back to work?” he suggested as a vendor pushed his cart past them, and she smiled at the idea. He bought two Eskimo bars, and they walked on for a little while watching families and children, and lovers kissing. The longer he stayed with her, the less he wanted to go back to the hotel. “Would you have dinner with me one night?” he asked her, as they slowly wended their way back, and she nodded.

“Sure. But let’s not do it at the hotel. People talk.” She said she could already tell that the hotel was a gossip mill. “Neither of us needs the headache.” He appreciated her discretion. He wasn’t sure what this was with Natalie, but he liked her, even if they just turned out to be friends. She would be a good friend to have. And without saying more about it, they walked back to the hotel, and she left him there, after thanking him for brunch again.

He called her at her office the next morning and invited her to dinner. He said he’d pick her up at her apartment and suggested a restaurant in the West Village. It sounded like a perfect evening to her as well. And she was in good spirits when he picked her up on Thursday night. They had a great time together and were the last to leave the restaurant. The night was warm, and they wandered down the street arm in arm before he hailed a cab.

“I had a great time with you, Natalie,” he said, smiling down at her.

“Me too.” It had been a long time since she’d spent such a pleasant evening with a man she barely knew and felt as though they were old friends. They exchanged ideas and talked about things they wanted to do and hadn’t had time to do in their extremely busy lives. Most of all, the evening had been relaxed. It did them both good to get away from their desks and the pressure of their jobs. She ran a busy office too and was juggling many projects, not just his, although she loved working for him at the hotel, but she had other important clients.

“When am I going to see you again?” he asked as he stood facing her. He had an overwhelming urge to kiss her, but he thought it was too soon, and he didn’t want to scare her off. She admitted to him that she hadn’t dated in quite a while. If nothing else, he wanted to be her friend.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” she said, laughing in answer to his question. “I want to check the final paint samples with you again.” He was beginning to think he should give her the whole hotel to redo so he had an excuse to keep her around. He loved spending time with her. He could smell the delicate scent of the perfume she wore, as he moved closer to her and touched her hair. He wondered if she thought he was too old for her; he was thirteen years older, and he was nervous that she might think there were too many years between them. Suddenly it was important to him what she thought.

“Maybe we should do something together this weekend. Would you like to go to a movie?” he asked cautiously.

“That sounds like fun,” she said softly, as he pulled her closer and looked into her eyes.

“Being with you is always fun,” he whispered, and then their lips came together and barely touched. And the kiss they shared after that seared them both. She looked at him in surprise afterward, wondering if it had been a mistake. He was a client after all, but for a delicious instant she forgot, and when he kissed her a second time, she forgot again. “Is this okay with you?” he asked, and she nodded, and they kissed again. It was hard to stop, and then he just stood there holding her and smiling. He hadn’t been this happy in a long time. He had forgotten what it was like to care about a woman and have her be important to him. “I’d better get you home,” he said finally, and raised his arm to stop a passing cab. They both had to work the next day, and it was late.

They snuggled together in the taxi, and he kissed her again when he dropped her off.

“Thank you,” she said, looking at him with a smile. “I had a wonderful time.”

“So did I,” he said, and then she turned and walked into her building as the doorman held the door open for her. She waved and went inside, and he closed his eyes and thought about her all the way uptown. It was two in the morning by then, and he wasn’t even tired when he walked through the hotel, went to his apartment, and got undressed. He couldn’t wait to see her again.

NATALIE MOVED INTO high gear in October on redecorating the suite. She found the hotel staff efficient, and with some supervision on her part, the painters mixed the paints in exactly the right shades. She kept a close eye on everything, which brought her to the hotel every day. Sometimes Hugues came up to see how things were going, or she stopped in to see him with questions or samples. She didn’t want to disturb him, but they were both using every excuse they could to get to know each other better and spend a moment together in the midst of their busy days. And more than once he invited her upstairs to his apartment for lunch and ordered sandwiches from room service for both of them. He thoroughly enjoyed her company, and she felt the same way about him.

“I should really have you do some work up here too,” he said one day, looking around at his apartment, which hadn’t been altered since they moved in. And Heloise still slept in her childhood room, which was filled with souvenirs from when she was a little girl. Her doll from Eva Adams was still sitting on a shelf. “I wouldn’t know where to start,” he admitted, “and I guess this should be last on my list.” Right now, his focus and hers was on the suite she was doing, which was one of the largest and best in the hotel. And he was extremely happy with the minor adjustments she had made to several other rooms, just by adding or subtracting a few things, or trading furniture and objects between rooms. It gave each room she touched a whole new look. And she had suggested several new lamps and light fixtures, and some more art, to bring the hotel’s appearance slightly more up to date, without changing the elegant flavor of the hotel. She had a great eye for detail.

“All you need here is a fresh coat of paint, a little more light, and maybe some new curtains. I’ll see what we have left over after we finish the suite.” He loved that idea, as he smiled at her over their sandwiches. She was a practical, down-to-earth woman, who worked like a Trojan and had great taste. It was an excellent combination, and her philosophies about life and her work ethic were very similar to his. And one of the things he liked best about her was her obvious integrity. She was an honest woman, while never being unkind or blunt, and it was what she respected most in him as well. And beyond that, there was a chemistry between them that neither of them could put their finger on, which disregarded position, rank, or age. She was attracted to him, and he to her, and she loved how comfortable they were with each other. She stretched out her long legs as they finished lunch, and smiled at him. Her long, straight blond hair was pulled back, and he loved her looks; she managed to look both distinguished and sexy at the same time, just as he did in his white shirts and dark suits and handsome ties.

They’d been meeting quietly on weekends too, away from the hotel, for pizza and a movie, or a hamburger at restaurants downtown. Neither of them was sure if it was dating, but they were spending time together and always had a good time. And he had taken to calling her at night before he went to bed. She kept the same late hours he did, and they both worked often after midnight. It was a happy end to her day when her phone rang so he could say good night. And then they would somehow manage to run into each other the next day, by accident or design. It was hard for both of them now to imagine a time when they weren’t part of each other’s daily lives.

“So what’s next after they finish painting?” Hugues asked. It had taken longer than he expected, although the painters were moving as quickly as they could under her meticulous direction, and they were just putting the additional touches on the moldings. It was looking even better than either of them had hoped, and the bathroom was already finished with a fresh paint job and a pretty new chandelier that she had found in the hotel’s storage lockers downstairs. She was using as much of what they already had as she could, to keep expenses down, which he appreciated too.