An Irresistible Temptation Ch. 02
This story is a continuation of 'An Irresistible Temptation Ch. 01' located in Erotic Coupling. Owen and Nicole are in hiding while criminal investigations are completed.
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Life had certainly been moving at a very fast tempo. The FBI had proven to be quite efficient at getting us away. Nicole Slater and I had only known each other for five days. We now had new identities. My real name is Owen Chandler. As we were now in hiding, we were now to be known as Mrs. Camille Bellamy, and as her fake husband, I was Mr. Errol Bellamy.
We had just collected our bags after landing in San Francisco. At short notice, the Bureau had also organized our flights, a small rental car and some accommodation in Camel by the Sea. It wasn't at the place Nicole had hoped for, however we were happy just to get away. We had been instructed to keep a low profile for at least a week, although we had been warned it could be extended.
We were witnesses in a case relating to fraud committed by Congressman Walt Affleck from Florida and of course our own attempted murder. This fraud also implicated a group including: his brother the local Sherriff; his cousin Hank, who runs a scuba diving business; plus some of Hank's associates. Hank and his associates had tried to drown us.
Nicole who is a journalist, found some evidence proving that Federal funds had been misappropriated for a future tourist complex. In order to stop her investigation, Hank had tried to drown us. First Connie, an associate of Hank's, turned off Nicole's air while scuba diving. Secondly, while I was assisting Nicole underwater, Hank and his crew abandoned us five miles from shore.
In spite of our marriage being a fabrication to support our new identities, I had fallen head over heels in love with Nicole. Amazingly she felt the same way about me. While the marriage was fake, we had been consummating it for the last three nights with some very steamy sex.
It was late afternoon before we arrived at Fern Park Resort. It was several hundred yards back from the beach in a very quiet area. The resort was surrounded by a high wall for privacy; however the pines, cypress, and oaks gave an additional feeling of seclusion while they also attracted plenty of bird life.
Nicole had been driving, so she gave our names at the intercom. The gates to the Resort were soon opened. After parking we took a couple of minutes just to look at our surroundings.
The Resort was a series of cottages that were strategically placed to create garden alcoves or courtyard areas. A covered walkway meandered through the site connecting them to the front office. The lawns had been manicured and the plants were abundant.
I unloaded our two suitcases and Nicole held the door open so we could enter the reception area. Inside was like being in a greenhouse, but with the plants on the outside.
We were greeted by a smiling middle aged women with: "May I help you?"
"Yes thank you. We are Camille and Errol Bellamy." I wouldn't normally give first names, but I thought a little practice was warranted. "We should have a reservation."
"Yes, of course. We have you in one of the cottages we reserve for honeymooners." Nicole snuggled up to me and placed her hands about my arm. I hadn't expected the FBI to have a sense of humor.
"Now it is Cottage 15. We have three cottages away from the rest that have their own garden court. They are normally fully booked, but for the moment the other two are unoccupied. You should have all the privacy you would like in the garden," the receptionist said with a knowing smile. "By the way, we only accept booking for over 21 year olds, unless they are honeymooners."
I wondered what her implications really meant. I hoped Nicole understood the subtleties.
"Now Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy; here are two sets of keys. The large key is for the room and the smaller key operates the pedestrian gates and the driveway gates after 10pm. We do not have a restaurant at this Resort, but opposite is the Four Winds licensed restaurant. It has a pleasant bar and our guests receive a 10% discount on meals if you show your key. They do breakfast, lunch and dinner. Alternatively there are kitchen facilities in your cottage."
Continuing the receptionist pointed out the facilities, including pools, tennis courts. Racquets and bikes were available for a small fee.
As the receptionist seemed to have finished, Nicole asked: "How far is it to the best beach and shops? I need some clothes."
"The beach is a further 400 yards down the avenue you came in on. The road stops short of the beach, but there is a laneway. If you take this adjacent road north, the shopping center is about 500 yards."
"Thank you."
"If you have any other questions, just dial zero on your phone. The office is staffed until 10pm."
With no further questions, we said thank you and made what turned out to be a lengthy trek to the cottage.
The cottage was built in a Spanish style with orange clay tiles on the roof that contrasted with the abundant green foliage. We were a little overwhelmed by the size. There was a large living room with a kitchen attached.
Standing in the living room we could look through a large window with sliding doors onto our own private garden. There was a hedge on the far side concealing the main courtyard formed with the two cottages. We could just make out the spreading branches of a jacaranda tree placed centrally in the lawn.
The living room had two areas. There were two large sofas and wing back arm chairs facing a large TV screen and a separate area with a dining table and work desk. The décor consisted of plenty of light colored timber, bright soft furnishings and decorations. The effect was more like a home than any hotel I had stayed in.
Nicole led the way to the bedroom which had a king size bed and plenty of space even with a table and comfortable chairs in a bay window. The adjacent bathroom was large with a huge shower alcove with double shower heads. I had the feeling that if we were staying inside for the next week, we wouldn't feel claustrophobic.
The kitchen was fully equipped and even had lots of basic supplies. I opened another door and found there was even a small laundry room attached. I decided to make us both a cup of coffee while Nicole unpacked the cases.
She soon joined me sitting at the dining table. Nicole seemed satisfied and confirmed it by saying: "I'm not disappointed the Monterey place was unavailable. This cottage is very nice. I could probably get use to this level of comfort."
"We have everything here. This would be a nice home. It will certainly be a great base for us for a week or two," I confirmed.
With a serious look Nicole asked: "So what will be our priorities?"
"Rest, fun and then getting to know each other. I know you have been given some work, so we should set aside some time for that after some rest, but it has to be a lower priority."
"I like the fun and getting to know you bit. When does the fun start?"
"How about after dinner. The airline food was barely adequate and we did wake earlier than everyone in California. They should be serving now across the road."
The Four Winds restaurant had plenty of atmosphere. It was quite up market but it already had a reasonable number of clientele all dressed down in their holiday attire. We ordered a bottle of white wine as we both selected fish from the menu.
The wine seemed to relax Nicole as she showed a new enthusiasm to chat. "I am glad you said we should get to know each other better. Do you mind if I probe your thoughts?"
"No... go ahead. I would like to share my secrets and be completely open with you. I think it is important for us to know each other's thoughts." While saying that, I was amaze that with Nicole I had completely overcome my normal reticence and shyness with beautiful women.
