Chapter 25: Her Lovers' Touch, Part 7, Waiter

JAMES

I pass through the guests, offering champagne. I've never been a waiter in my life before today, but find I'm rather enjoying myself.

Not that I'd want to do it every day....

I pass out my first tray of drinks, then head back for a refill. A fresh supply on my tray, I return to the guests to find a general drift out of the lounge and towards the gym.

Some display Michael's arranged perhaps...?

In the gym, groups of the glitterati mill and chatter. Then I see....

It's Richard and Beth, both intent on some sight out of my view, leaning into each other and murmuring something I can't hear.

Trying hard to keep my face straight, I move to come up from slightly behind them, offering the tray. "Champagne, sir? Madam?"

Richard reaches for two glasses, passing one to Beth, then double-takes as he sees my face at the top of the waiter's uniform, and almost spills his drink.

"James!" His voice is startled and Beth's jaw drops. Richard lowers his voice. "James? What the hel