When I'm with you

Why you?

Laughing merrily, she ran along the seashore. Her bare feet sank into the sand, but that didn't bother her at all. Sidney's presence was so disturbing that Charlotte had to fight not to throw herself into his arms. He caught up with her in a few long strides and gently grasped her arm.
His hoarse "wait wait, wait " made Charlotte's legs go weak and her heart dance wildly. Sidney pulled her firmly toward him. The fleeting desire to run away was replaced by a willingness to share the obsession and desire that seemed to flood Charlotte's head. She put her hands on his chest, felt his hard muscles. His strong, hot hands stroked her back and buried themselves in her long hair.
- Charlotte... - he whispered, pulling her closer to him.
- Yes... - she replied, her voice trembling with excitement.
He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, sending hot waves of passion through her body. 
She returned his kiss fervently, demanding, impatient, and hungry, as if this was all she had wanted for the past five years. Her delicate embroidery frame was buried in his thick hair, making Sidney go crazy.
Sidney pulled away for a moment, and Charlotte gasped in frustration, not wanting to leave him even for a moment.
- Charlotte - he said, louder now, but his voice was strange.
 - Charlotte! - there was a knock at the door and a voice Allison - Charlotte, are you all right? I know it's early, but I'm worried about you.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, realizing that all she had seen and felt was only a dream that had faded with the dawn. She almost screamed in frustration and pain as she got out of bed and opened the door for her sister.
- You know it's only seven in the morning? - Charlotte asked, yawning and glancing at her wristwatch.
She was almost angry with Allison for interrupting such a wonderful dream. The evening with Sidney had been wonderful, and she had never felt so comfortable and safe with anyone else. To her surprise, she realized that despite everything, she still trusted him and wanted to be in his hot arms.
- I know, but we had an appointment for six - Allison said seriously - and then you didn't read my messages or return my calls. I was worried.
- Oh, my God, I forgot I turned off my Phone - Charlotte said, rushing to her bag.
- So the date was interesting - Allison said.
- It wasn't a date - Charlotte said sternly, but she realized that she didn't believe herself - simply Georgiana began to abuse my patience. I'm sorry I completely forgot about meeting you.
- No Wonder - Allison said with a smile - I'll be at the stables if you want to come.
- You won't even ask how it went? - Charlotte asked, wishing in her heart that she could tell her sister.
- I can see that it's all right - Allison said - and I think you can tell me if you really need to.
- That's right - said Charlotte - I completely forgot that you are not Georgiana,  I must give her all the answers here and now.
- To be honest, I wish I hadn't called her. Georgiana is unique in her impatience and demands - Allison said - but she is never boring.
- You, too - replied Charlotte - simply you is quite different.
She jumped up and hugged her sister. Allison hugged her back.
-  I'm so glad , that you are my sister - smiling, told Charlotte - glad, that you here with me. 
 Me too - said Allison - I have to go, the horse will not wait. Don't forget you have a meeting with Tom Parker about his project at ten.
Charlotte nodded back, and Allison left her room.
She turned on the phone. After reviewing the list of unanswered calls and texts, Charlotte decided to have a serious conversation with Georgiana, her insistence becoming unbearable. She saw a message from an unknown number. Opening the message, Charlotte read:
"Thank you for a wonderful evening. I hope to see you soon. I wish you sweet dreams. Sidney.
P.S. I really missed you very much."
Her cheeks flushed again with excitement. It had been so easy for Sidney to bring back the feelings she'd been hiding so hard for the past few years.
She saved Sidney's number on her phone. After a moment's thought, she found another number in the directory and dialed it.
The sleepy "Hello" on the phone gave her an incentive to act.
- Hey, tell me everything you know about Sidney Parker! -  Charlotte said decisively.

He opened his eyes, yawned, and turned to her, but to his surprise found the bed empty. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking sleepily around his own bedroom. The clock said seven-thirty, and from the sounds coming from below, or rather from their absence, William knew that the children were still asleep. Where could  Esther  gone so early. He put on a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs. Babbington found his wife in the living room, sitting on the sofa with a Cup of coffee and talking to someone on the phone. She was absolutely charming in her beige, silk dressing gown that reached to her ankles. Her long red hair fell in curls over her shoulders, drawing William into a world of vivid fantasy. There was something aristocratic and exalted about her, in other words, Esther managed to look like a high-born lady at any time, even just playing with the children in the sand.
- This is all that I know - finally, she said and having listened to his interlocutor added - and stop being nervous, Charlotte. Now it is not your problem, let him now strain his brain and work on what he has ruined. And you can watch what's going on.... well, see you later.
She turned off the phone and looked at her husband as she took an elegant SIP from her Cup.
- Is something wrong? - asked Babbington - problems with Parker again?
He clearly meant Tom, but Esther decided not to change his mind, reasonably thinking that women should have their own secrets, not intended for men's ears.
- You could say that Parkers are always a problem - she said - but don't worry, it's nothing serious.
- That's better  - said Babbington, sitting down next to her on the sofa - I was beginning to worry. Is today going to be a difficult day?
- I don't know, but we'll have a Royal visitor - said Esther, sipping her coffee again.
- Is that so? - he asked - do you think there might be a problem?
- I have no idea - she said - I was trying to find out something about this Susan Worceter, but she's a dark horse.
- I'm sure you can handle it - he said Babbington, kissing her gently on the cheek - I'm all yours if you need me. And Yes, I suggest you can talk to Charlotte, they were very friendly with your guest at the regatta.
Esrther raised an eyebrow.
- William Babbington - she said at last, leaving her Cup on the table - you can be incredibly helpful sometimes.
- Mrs. Babbington, if you will step back into the bedroom, I will show you how much I can be of use - said William, with a broad smile.
She laughed and rose from the sofa as elegantly as if she were at a ball and had just accepted an invitation to dance. She looked at her husband, raised an inviting eyebrow, and walked proudly up the stairs.