Which is going to be mightily difficult if he keeps turning up everywhere I go in the hotel.
I wonder whether he’ll be sat next to me at dinner again.
Knowing Kit, he’ll probably finagle a dinner invitation from the women he was sitting with in the bar, then invite them all back to his amazing apartment to party.
Nope. Not going to think about that either.
I take a shower, letting the warm water soothe my frazzled nerves, then blow-dry my hair and dress for dinner.
When I make it to the dining room, which is just as full as last night, I see there’s only one free table left and it’s mine. There’s a boomer-age couple on one side of me and a Japanese family of four on the other. But no sign of Kit and the women.
I give my neighbours a polite nod as I sit down and they return my greeting, then immediately turn away from me, leaving me alone.
Which is exactly what I want.
Right?
Yes.
I distract myself by reading the menu from top to bottom and when the server comes to my table, I tell her my meal choice and order a glass of sake to go with it, trying not to relive the memory of how sexy it had made me feel when I was drinking it in Kit’s pool last night.
Argh!
What is wrong with me? Why can I not get him out of my head? I mean, I’m grateful I’m not wallowing in grief right now about the situation with Adrian, but even so. It’s wrong to be feeling this way.
Isn’t it?
Hmm. As much as I hate to admit it, maybe Kit has a point. Perhaps I shouldn’t worry so much about what anyone else thinks about my situation. In reality, probably no-one at all is thinking about me and Adrian or about what I’m doing with myself right now.
My food arrives and I tuck in to it, working my way slowly around the plate.
There’s something wrong though. Something lacking.
The food doesn’t taste as good as it did last night, when I was dining with Kit. Not sure why. Probably the menu choice I made. It’s more fish, which perhaps I’m getting a bit overloaded with?
I’m most of the way through it when it hits me that I’m actually a bit bored, eating on my own. So I finish my meal quickly and thank the server when she comes to clear away my plate, turning down her offer to get me the dessert menu.
When I get up, I realise my legs are shaking a bit and my tummy’s started to feel a bit fluttery.
That’s weird. It’s like my body is in fight or flight mode and is producing way too much adrenaline.
Maybe a walk around the hotel will help.
My feet take me straight to the bar. I guess they have an inkling I’ll find something there to help me deal with this restless feeling.
It’s busy in there and I do a quick scan of the area.
Kit’s not there.
Because of course I’m there to see if he still is.
My heart sinks.
I notice with interest that the group of women are still here though and as I start to turn away to head out of the bar again, my shoulders a little more slumped than they were on my way here, the one with the blonde bob calls out to me, halting me in my tracks.
‘Hey, sweetie. Are you looking for Kit?’
I bristle at her presumptuousness, but her manner is friendly and open, so I’m hopeful she’s not going to be bitchy to me about it.
