Marco
King Carlo cleared his throat. “So tell me, Marco, how did the interviews go today? Did you find someone to help you while on your sabbatical?”“I did,” Marco said. Sabrina’s face flashed into Marco’s mind.
“And...?”
“Her name is Sabrina. She’s from Memphis, Tennessee, born and raised. In fact, she lives just a few miles from the hotel where I’m staying now.” Marco couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice and his father recognized it immediately.
“She’s attractive, I take it,” the old man said.
“Did I give it away?” Marco asked. He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled slightly.
“You always do.”
“Well, you’re right. She is very attractive,” he told his father. He couldn't stop the smile as she pictured her face. “There’s something about her that intrigues me. She’s not flashy and vain like most of the women I encounter. She seems simple, but a good kind of simple. There’s an innocence in her that I find myself drawn to.”
The king chuckled. “She sounds lovely, Marco. But don’t let your stepmother hear of your attraction to her. Magdalena would not be pleased to hear you’ve taken a liking to someone who is not royal blood. You know how she feels about commoners.”
“I don't plan on marrying her after just hiring her, but I wouldn’t tell Magdalena anything of the sort regardless,” Marco said. “This conversation is between you and I, and hopefully it will stay that way.”
“Of course, son. You can have confidence that our conversations our private. I just wanted to tell you to not mention anything about Sabrina to your stepmother, that’s all.”
“Understood, Father,” Marco said, with genuine respect in his response. “I always appreciate your council.”
“And I always appreciate yours as well,” King Carlo said.
Marco opened his mouth to tell his father more about his plans, but it was then that his father began to cough. Long, deep and bone-shaking coughs that worried Marco more than he cared to say. The specter of death rattled through these coughs and it terrified the prince.
“I hate to end our conversation, but I’m a level of exhausted that I haven’t felt in a long time,” King Carlo said once he caught his breath. “I’m going to go take a bath and try to get some sleep tonight. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.”
“Yes, of course, Father. Please, go and get some rest. I’ll be thinking of you.” Marco frowned and felt guilt lay upon him again. “And don’t forget, I’m only a phone call away. If you need anything from me, I’ll be at the palace within twelve hours. Faster if I can manage it.”
“Thank you, Marco.” King Carlo's voice wheezed as he took a breath in. “Have a good vacation and stay in touch. I’ll let you know what I find out from the doctors about the surgery. Keep your fingers crossed for me.”
“I’ll keep them crossed forever, if that’s what it takes,” Marco said.
“Good boy,” his father said, before hanging up the phone.
Marco set his cell onto the nightstand next to the bed. Then he drew in a long, slow breath and tried to relax. His father’s cancer diagnosis shook him to the core.
He hoped so badly that things would turn out okay. He couldn’t imagine a world without his father in it. King Carlo was Prince Marco’s greatest influence. He was a powerful and honest man, and through example, had taught Marco to be the same way. He had shown his son that honor was not just a word but also a way of life. He was not only a good king, but a good man.
I pray for you, Papa. I pray that this cancer goes away and that you can live the rest of your days without worry, Marco thought.
He turned from the window and walked toward the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He thought of ordering a drink up to his room to help settle his nerves, but decided not to. Soon, he would just ask Sabrina to do this, and he wouldn't have to deal with room service or remembering how much was considered proper to tip here.
Despite his worry over his father, the image of Sabrina still managed to stay at the forefront of his mind. It gave him relief and he found himself smiling at the thought of her.
“What is it about Sabrina?” he asked himself, while drying his face off with a towel.
There was no way that he could have denied it. He was attracted to the new hire. In and of itself, this was no big surprise. Marco was a wealthy playboy who lived in a palace on an island. He often met beautiful women he was attracted to. And just as often, he landed these ladies in bed. But this girl was different. She felt unique.
The idea of Sabrina in his bed made a fire grow inside of him. He immediately wondered what her figure looked like underneath her clothes, pondering if her innocence would be something that disappeared once she was beneath the sheets. A surge of excitement filled him as he let his imagination run wild. He pictured her fair skin, supple breasts and firm behind. He thought about what it would feel like to touch all of it, bring his lips to her, shower her in attention.
But he found he wasn't satisfied with this fantasy. He wanted to know what would make her smile. He wanted to know how to make her eyes dance with joy as much as he wanted to pleasure her body. It was strange for him to think these things, and he wasn't quite sure what it meant.
“I need to lay down for a bit and close my eyes,” Marco whispered to himself, as he made his way back to the bed.
The long flight to Memphis had taken its toll and jet lag had managed to finally catch up with him. As he laid down, he found himself shocked at how preoccupied with Sabrina he was becoming. He hadn’t experienced anything like it before. The simple little Memphis girl had stolen his attention within the first few seconds of their meeting. For the first time in a long time, Prince Marco found himself unsure of what to do.
As Marco crawled under the covers of the bed and relaxed his head into the over-stuffed pillow, he realized that there wasn’t much he could do right in that moment anyway. But he made a goal. He’d figure out how to pursue Sabrina in a way that was more serious, and gentler, than his usual one-night-stand ploys. Surely he could think of something.
Maybe I’ll show her some light flirtation and some generosity and see how she reacts. We could always go to some nice dinners and some fun activities when we’re in New York. I'll show her that I'm not just interested in a quick fling. I want to get to know this girl. She’s different. So very different, he thought.
He closed his eyes and drifted into a half-sleep. He began to dream. In his dream, he was home, walking around his elegant room at the palace on Orsino Island. He walked up to the window and looked out into the courtyard, where his father was playing polo with his friends. King Carlo looked happy and healthy in the dream. He was strong, like Marco remembered him being when he was a child. Warm sunlight poured over him as he stepped a little closer to the window. It caused him to squint and look away, back toward his bed.
There was a girl in his bed, but he couldn’t tell who it was because she was facing away from him and the covers were pulled up to her shoulders. The only thing he was able to see was her auburn hair. He reached for the covers, curious to see the beauty in his bed. For some reason, this didn't feel like a recent conquest. It felt like this was how it had always been.
It felt safe and warm.
His hand brushed against the blanket and suddenly the image blurred and he woke. He lay in bed, wishing he could have seen the woman's face. Who could it be that would make his dream feel so content and calm?
His dream had felt short, but powerful. It left him with a warm feeling in his chest. He rolled over, hoping to fall back into the dream and find the girl again, but found that he was no longer tired. He lay there, letting his mind drift and his thoughts wander.
The image of the blonde girl in his bed at the Palace, the one from the dream, kept coming back into his mind clear as a photograph. The auburn hair was his only clue as to her identity. Was it a premonition or just his current preoccupation with the new hire? He couldn’t be sure
SabrinaSabrina was on cloud nine as she left the conference room and walked toward the lobby of the hotel. There was a beat of exhilaration and energy in her step, now that the interview was over and she had landed the job of a lifetime.Things are turning around for me, she thought. This opportunity is going to be the new beginning that I've needed for a long time. I can't believe how things are coming together right now.She flashed a confident smile toward the young man working at the hotel's front desk, before striding out of the entrance and into the parking lot. She found her old beat up Toyota Corolla sitting lonely at the edge of the parking lot. She hopped in and turned the key.The engine jerked and then rumbled to a start, causing the worn belts to squeal in agony. While the engine warmed, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed her mother, Anna. It rang four times before she finally picked up.“Hello?” her mother said. Her tone made it sound like Sabrina had interrupted
SabrinaThump-thump, thump-thump-thump.She beat the screen door on the neighbor's trailer with the same rhythmic knock she’d been using since her childhood. It was a pattern that hadn’t changed in almost twenty years.The door hinges squeaked as it opened and Aunt Faye stood in the trailer, smiling wide. She was a stout woman whose weight gave way to a particularly jolly laugh. Like most days, she was wearing a cotton dress and shoes that hugged her tiny feet.She was clearly happy that her goddaughter had paid a visit. It was written all over her face.“Hey, Bean,” Faye said, her English accent formal and friendly at the same time.“Hey, Aunty,” Sabrina said, pulling the older woman in for a hug. The two embraced each other as if it’d been years since they had spoken, even though it had been less than a day.“I bet you have some news for me,” Faye said as they broke from their hug, her eyebrows arching into her gray wispy bangs.Sabrina grinned.“Come inside, love,” Faye said, stepp
MarcoMarco sat in the back of the rented Lincoln Town-car. He was quickly realizing that he was far too tall to be sitting in the back seat.“Valetta, I thought we rented the biggest car we could find,” he said, attempting to stretch his long legs. “I’m cramped back here.”“This is the biggest car they had,” Valetta said, as she looked up into the rear view mirror and smirked. She brought her gaze back to the road as she pulled the car off of the highway and into a suburb near downtown Memphis. “Unless we wanted to rent a limousine, but then that would have defeated our efforts of trying to remain inconspicuous.”“Good point,” Marco said. “I’m starting to wonder if that would have been a better option, though. I'm not sure how we're all going to fit.”“Now, now,” Valetta said. “Neither of us needs the headache of someone realizing that the Prince of Orsino is in the States. Besides, you were the one who wanted to come with me to pick Sabrina up. I was going to send a car so she could
Marco“This is your plane?” Sabrina asked, as they boarded the small jet that was parked on a private runway near the airport.“Kind of,” Marco said, as he led the group onto the plane. “I’m able to use it right now, so it’s as good as mine.”“I’ve never even seen a private jet before,” she said, looking around the plane with the awe of a young child. “To be honest, I've never actually been on any plane.”The pilot greeted Marco and they shook hands, while Sabrina and Valetta continued on toward the back of the jet.“The weather is looking excellent today, so it should make for a smooth flight to New York City,” the pilot informed him. “Shouldn’t take but a few hours.”“Perfect,” Marco said. “How long until we take off?”“Ten minutes. If all of your party is here, we can start taxiing to the runway now.”Marco nodded and turned down the aisle leading away from the cockpit. The cabin of the plane was small to his eyes. He was used to his private jet back home, but he was assured this p
SabrinaSabrina's face was practically plastered to the small window of the plane. She watched with absolute wonder as they descended into New York. For her, it was as if they were about to land upon a newly discovered city, something reserved for daydreams and fairy tales. The downtown city of Memphis paled in comparison to New York’s skyscrapers that reached like modern-day castles into the sky. A fraction of New York could swallow all of Memphis, Sabrina thought, and she had never felt so tiny.After a smooth descent, Marco’s plane landed on a small, private runway at John F. Kennedy International Airport. This put his private jet was out of the way of the big commercial airliners landing nearby. Once the pilot had stopped the aircraft, they all exited the directly onto the runway’s pavement where their driver would pick them up.A gust of wind was the first thing to greet Sabrina when the door opened. It caught her hair and whisked it chaotically as she climbed down the jet’s atta
Sabrina“Reservation for Sabrina Wise.” It was her first time ever checking into a hotel, but Valetta had instructed her exactly what to say. Still, Sabrina felt nervous, but she was determined not to show it.“Certainly, Ms. Wise.” The hotel receptionist's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard in front of her. “I see here that you have reserved our suite, as well as an adjoining room. Is that correct?”“Yes, that's right,” Sabrina replied.There was another flurry of keyboard tapping behind the desk. “How many room keys would you like?”“Just two will be fine,” Sabrina said, stumbling slightly. “Or, one for each room, I guess.”The girl behind the table nodded.After paying with the credit card Valetta had given her, Sabrina turned around to admire the rest of the lobby. It was immensely grand and spectacular, looking more like the inside of a castle than a hotel. From the ceiling hung an elaborate chandelier that reflected brilliantly off the marble floors. At one end was a massive
SabrinaMarco’s personal driver pulled up and stopped the vehicle in front of the stadium. As soon as the car stopped, Sabrina and Marco hopped out quickly, as if their exit were being timed. Marco pulled the brim of his plain cap down and put on his sunglasses.Their ride drove off, and the two of them joined one of many lines of people being filtered into the stadium. The massive crowds reminded Sabrina of ants funneling into a colony. She felt glad to have Marco by her side and never allowed herself to get beyond an arm’s reach away.Valetta had secured two club-level seats just to the right of home plate. From what she could figure, these were very good seats.I guess a lot of money makes most things possible, she thought.When the elevator opened on the club level, Marco stepped out and began walking as if he’d been there a thousand times. His type of confidence wasn’t conceited, but more of a levelheaded certainty, something that Sabrina found especially alluring.Without warnin
MarcoWhen Marco woke up the following morning, he was surprised by the mess in his hotel room. It looked like a clothes bomb had gone off. In his drunken state the night before, he had carelessly kicked off his shirt, pants and socks. His pants were hanging off of the TV stand, with one of the legs dropping over the edge. A black sock had landed over the lamp shade on the corner desk. His favorite white dress shirt was crumpled up and stuffed into the top drawer of the dresser.Clearly, Sabrina hadn't been the only one to enjoy a few too many drinks the previous night.Wow, he thought, as he sat up in his bed. What in the hell happened?The change of position caused blood to rush to his brain and a thumping headache filled his skull.“I probably shouldn't have had that last drink,” he whispered to himself. “Or even the last three drinks.”Wearing only his underwear, he walked over to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. The cool liquid soothed his dry throat and made him fe