Carla got up early to prepare for her surprise for Craig, looking over the kitchen table. Oh, I almost forgot she grabbed the scissors and ran out to cut a few blooms off the rose bush. Hmm she took a mental list, let’s see ham, coffee cake, potatoes, need the juice and I’ll get the eggs ready when he comes down.
“Craig, breakfast is ready,” Carla chimed.
“What’s this Carla, looks wonderful, you’re not . . .”
“No Craig, I just want to pamper you today.”
“Ok” Craig took a forkful. “Yum, these are different, I like!”
Carla explained “There baked eggs Craig. You have been working non-stop this week and you need a break, so it starts now.”
“Thanks sweetie, any other surprises?”
“Yes after you finish your breakfast and newspapers. Upstairs is off limits for now. I’ll be back?” She changed the bed to the red satin sheets and spread the rose petals about. Changed into the French Maid Halloween costume she found in her closet along with the special undies she had bought with Paula.
She ran the water into the whirlpool, added the chocolate bubble bath, and turned on the heater. Grabbed the remote for the draperies and set the alarm, finally taking the house phone off the hook. She headed half way down the stairs.
“Bonjour Monsieur Jones Mon nom est Carlina votre femme de chamber,” Carla called out, knowing Craig would be around the corner in a second.
“Wow what are you doing in my castle?” Craig asked.
“Oui Monsieur Jones, viennent de cette facon.”
Craig followed her up the stairs, “Mademoiselle oh la-la what have we here?”
“Oui ouis-je vous deshabiller,” Carla asked as she approached him she slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulled him into the bath area. “S`il vous plait me suivre `a votre salle de bain.”
Carla motioned to the whirlpool, and came up with a handful of chocolate scented bubbles. “Vous like Monsieur Jones? Qu`est-ce, grand dur.”
Craig asked “oh my brownies.”
“Non they not warm Monsieur Jones.”
Craig said, “Help me.”
“Oui,” Carla said, “Au re voir.”
“Carlina whatever you just said to me get in here now and finish this off please.”
“Oui” She joined him in the tub.
“Damn girl talk about ignition!”
“Oui if that means yes!”
“Embrasser. Kiss me you fool!” Carla was giggling under his weight.
“Now I know how to get my way with you Mr. Jones.”
“That you do, now who’s the insatiable and crazy one?”
“But you liked it?”
“Oui this is not in Dr. M’s book.”
“Nope, I found my old costume from a Halloween party and added a few treats for you. And that’s all the French I know thanks to Google Translate.”
“I love you,” Craig said kissing her neck . . .
Carla whispered “Ditto.”