The Woman in Red

By RudiLejaeghere All Rights Reserved ©

Thriller / Romance

The Woman in Red: 25. Pajamas and little bears

‘I thought you were dead tired?’ Jean-Pierre laughed. It wasn’t because he didn’t find it pleasant to say good night like this. After their chaotic adventures of the last days, he had expected her to sleep like a log already. He was surprised by Katarina’s resilience and the way she processed everything.

Teasingly, she kissed him on his belly while her tongue tickled his belly button. ‘Maybe I just sleep better after this,’ she answered him. ‘You do like me, don’t you?’

Jean-Pierre hadn’t to answer this, the proof she had found in the meanwhile. Her hands were virtuoso in manipulating his body, and her lips weren’t bad at all too. Somehow his boxer shorts had mysteriously disappeared.

‘Do you honestly love me, I want to hear it from your mouth, Jean-Pierre. Do you want to stay, despite everything? Not everything is rosy in the garden of my world. You've recently experienced that, haven't you? Well? Meanwhile, she sat up and decently kept the sheets in front of her naked body.

‘I love you, Katarina, I’ve said it already in the car, have you forgotten?’

A moment she looked surprised. ‘No…, but with the accident everything that has happened before is a bit blurred. ‘I’m happy you’ve said it again, Jean-Pierre. Maybe you’re right, it’ll be good to have a long lie-in.’ She kissed him on the point of his nose and escaped, while taking all her clothes, outside the room.

Jean-Pierre shook his head. He would better take an unusually cold shower because Katarina had warmed him up so that he wouldn't be able to sleep. Thoughts had to be matched by deeds, and he hurried to the bathroom.


The next morning Jean-Pierre unexpectedly was much earlier awake than he had expected. He smelled the coffee while he approached the kitchen. He saw Katarina baking an omelet. Her pajamas with little bears on flattered her. He stood behind her and folded his arms over her belly.

‘Excuse me, Jean-Pierre, you’ve got the wrong one, it’s me… Cecile! ’

Startled, Jean-Pierre made a step back. ‘But…, last night. In your pajamas? He thought his whole body turned red. 'What's the meaning of this..., was it you last night in my bedroom or not?'

‘Maybe you could ask Katarina? What would she say? ’ Cecile looked at him with a mysterious smile on her lips. ‘I had to know if you loved my sister, Jean-Pierre. A woman feels that, and I felt it and I've seen it in your eyes. Don’t worry, it will be our little secret. For that matter, you have nothing to be ashamed of.' Cecile kept working on her omelet, which was almost ready.

Jean-Pierre didn’t know very well how to react. He had experienced the last days that love and lust were two different concepts, and so it was with his feeling towards Katarina. Now that he looked closely, he saw that Cecile differed somehow from Katarina. She was much more relaxed than her sister, and she had a different look in her eyes. There was some sneakiness in her glance while she cocked her head in a special way and looked at him. She would play that game a second time with him.

He heard a stumbling behind him. It was Katarina, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, entering the kitchen. ‘Hello, I’ve slept so well. I obviously needed it. It has indeed performed miracles. Mmm..., that smells good, Cecile.'

Cecile filled the three plates with the warm omelet while everyone took place at the table. Jean-Pierre now felt he had a terrible hunger. His stomach made all kinds of strange noises. It was already since his stay at the Chateau that he had properly eaten.

‘We have to make plans, Cecile,’ Katarina spoke with her mouth full. Apparently it tasted pretty good. 'What will you do to get information about our mother?'

For a moment, Cecile looked at her and then showed her mobile phone to Katarina. ‘I’ve taken the liberty to call a friend who’s working with the local police. He knows me..., rather well I can say.’

On the mobile Katarina read the text message from Cecile to François in which she asked if he would inquire about Beatrice if she was in prison and where she was. The short answer from François was clear: ‘For you I do everything, my dear!’

‘I’m expecting an answer from him later on. So, we have to wait for a little and then we’ll know more. By the way, Katarina, what do you think about my new pajamas? Beautiful little bears, aren’t they. Jean-Pierre just said it was a lovely design. Maybe you can borrow it sometime.’

Jean-Pierre almost choked in his omelet, but wisely decided to stay silent.

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