“Note taken, but that’ll never be the case because I’ll always want you,” I say flirtatiously as he helps me out.
He lets out a low sexy groan surprised by my response and then kisses me on my ear. As we walk arm in arm into the restaurant, I’m reminded of our first date all over again. People are staring at him as if they can’t believe their eyes. Heath says hello to the hostess, Paula, and lets her know that he has a reservation under Benjamin’s name. She answers Heath in a hopelessly flirtatious manner, totally ignoring the fact that I’m standing right here. When she leads us in the direction of our table, grown men and women stop mid-chew, no doubt making sure it’s really him. Heath smiles and kisses my hand as we are led up to the second floor via the elevator then down the hall past several doors to what I am assuming are private dining rooms.
Our room is the Kingston Suite. The walls are painted a soft yellow and there is a square shaped table in the middle of the floor with a black linen tablecloth and place settings including a bottle of the Jamaican wine that I love so much. Reggae music is playing softly through the speakers and in the corner there is a bar where our private bartender waits to serve us. Heath pulls my chair out for me to take my seat and then he takes his.
“Your waitress will be with you shortly,” Paula says in what I notice is a Jamaican accent. Heath and I both thank her and I notice that she gives me a nasty side eye then saunters out of the room, no doubt wanting Heath to look at her.
“I think she has a crush on you,” I say jokingly.
“I saw how she looked at you and I will address that with my cousin when I see her,” Heath says in all seriousness.
“There’s no need. I have to learn that most of England will look at me that way because I have their crowned jewel’s heart.”
“You have all of me, darling. Not just my heart,” he says sincerely.
The bartender comes over and opens the bottle of wine for us, takes our additional drink orders, and then serves them to us. Heath and I are in deep conversation about work and our planned vacation to the states and where we are going to stay since I’ve decided to stay for six weeks and work remotely from the Orlando office. Heath says he’ll do the same and work from wherever we’ll be staying.
“There are some very nice hotel condominiums downtown near the office. We can stay there. I’ll make reservations on Monday,” I say.
“Alicia, I don’t care where we stay as long as I sleep with you every night,” Heath says and I know what he means by sleep.
We start to talk about our shopping trip with Ada and Chauncey tomorrow and when I mention getting new decorations for the room so that it won’t look so much like a bachelor’s pad, he laughs. We’re so into our little debate over what stays and what goes that I didn’t even hear the door open.
“They told me that my cousin was in this suite, so I decided to be your waitress for the evening.” A lady with a Jamaican accent says as she enters the room.
“Lindzi, what a pleasant surprise. I didn’t even think you’d be working tonight,” Heath says as he jumps up to hug her.
Lindzi? Shit!
“Lindzi, this is the love of my life, Alicia.” Heath says.
I reach my hand out to shake hers and she immediately notices who I am. “Hey, I haven’t seen you since that day you and David were here,” she says in a friendly tone.
“Well, it’s nice to see you again,” I say to her with a smile.
She takes our orders while Heath stares at us looking lost and confused.
“I’ll be right back with your appetizers,” Lindzi says and leaves us to continue our conversation.
Heath looks at me with is eyebrows furrowed and a what-was-that-all-about smirk on his face.
“She’s the waitress I passed David’s business card to,” I say before he can open his mouth.
“Oh.” He looks surprised.
“It’s a small world after all.”
Lindzi brings us our appetizers of conch fritters and coco bread. Before she leaves, she mentions that she’s going to be spending some time with David when he comes back into town in a couple of weeks. I congratulate her and Heath gives her an awkward smile. She leaves us to eat and Heath and I continue our conversation on what rooms I can change and what will stay the same. So far I have the bedroom and bathrooms, but he insists that the living room stays the same because he knows I want to remove that god-awful painting of those naked women from the wall, but since Lindzi’s last exit, I can tell that Heath is uneasy about something.
Lindzi comes back with our main courses about twenty minutes later. I’m having jerk chicken and a salad and Heath is having baked red snapper stuffed with okra and callaloo, red beans and rice and plantains. It all looks so delicious.
“If there is nothing else, I’ll leave you two to enjoy your meal,” Lindzi says politely.
“Actually, there is,” Heath says just before she starts to back away. “Does David know that we are cousins?
“Oh no,” Lindzi says. “I don’t know him well enough to tell him about my entire family.”
“Good, and please don’t. I’m actually working with him when he comes to visit and I don’t want to have to answer uncomfortable questions about you.”
She nods because she understands why.
“You do know that Alicia is David’s ex-wife, correct?”
“Yes,” she answers searching my face for . . . forgiveness?
“And you’re ok with that?” Heath asks her.
She looks over at me, “I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you again, and you gave me that card so willingly that I thought it was what you wanted to happen.”
I look at her confused. “It is what I wanted to happen,” I say reassuringly. “I don’t know where Heath’s questions are coming from.”
“I just don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable, that’s all,” he says.
“Oh, I’m fine with it all . . . really,” I say in an effort to end this unnecessary conversation.
“Well, if Alicia is okay with it then I guess I’ll continue to talk to him,” Lindzi says with a smile.
I smile back at her, hoping to add reassurance to what I said.
When she leaves, I look pointedly at Heath. “What was that all about?”
He sighs, “Alicia, your ex-husband is a piece of work, and I just want to make sure that you and my little cousin, both, are protected. I had to make sure Lindzi didn’t slip up and tell him that we are cousins because then that may mean he’s using her to get to you.”
Oh. “I didn’t think about it that way.”
“Well, I did because I believe in protecting the ones that I love. Now, let’s eat up before our food gets cold. I want you to enjoy it,” he says, and with those words we start a new conversation. David Barfield is soon forgotten.
When we’ve finished our meals, Lindzi comes up once more to clear our table; the bartender has been doing an excellent job keeping our drinks coming. We’re both having water now because we don’t want to get drunk here.
He finishes telling me about his schedule during racing season and moments later one of my favorite Bob Marley songs starts to play. I start to sing and sway my body to the music.
“You know Bob Marley?” Heath asks surprised.
“I love Bob Marley,” I say between the words of the song.
“Dance with me,” Heath says standing and reaching out for my hand.
I stand and allow him to lead me to an opened spot on the floor and then we both start to move our hips to the rhythm of the music.
“I love it when you’re relaxed because it allows me to relax,” he says in my ear.
“Mmmm,” I groan.
“And this dress . . . it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen you in. I can’t wait to peel it off of you.” He makes eye contact with the bartender telling him to leave the room. Another reggae song comes on and we continue to dance. I’ve heard this one before but I’m not too familiar with it, but I love the slow sensual beat of
it. I turn around so that my back is to his front and he wraps his arms around me, both of us captivated by the rhythm of the music and the sway of our hips. “I love you and you will be my wife soon,” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I moan, unable to control my thoughts.
“Mmmmm, as long as you’re aware my darling,” he says in that voice that makes me climb walls.
I tilt my head up, he lowers his, and then our lips lock. Our tongues entwine, exploring one another’s mouth as if this is our last time. I love this man and he wants to marry me. The only thing holding us up from being husband and wife is my fear of another failed marriage. I’ll give it some time. If we’re still this happy in a couple of months, I’ll say yes to his proposal. I continue to sway my hips, rubbing my behind against him as I do. I feel his erection against my waistline and my little lady immediately begins to liquefy.
I turn around to face him and we stop dancing. Another song starts to play but we stand in the middle of the dancefloor. He pulls me into his embrace and I’m caressing his big, hard erection through his jeans. I look into his eyes and see his want and need for me. My mouth is beginning to water. I want to pull his pants down and give him the best head ever in the middle of this restaurant floor. He tilts his head back and enjoys what I am doing to him. I lift his shirt to unzip his pants and he grabs my hands.
“No darling,” he says gruffly. “If we do it right now, we won’t make it to the club.” He sounds so fucking hot when he’s horny. I poke my bottom lip out feigning a sad face, and then he bends down and bites it. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” he says with my lip still between his teeth.
We sit back down at our table and drink our last glass of water before we leave for the next part of our night. On our way out of the restaurant, we get the same reaction from people as we did on the way in. The only difference is someone has tipped off the paparazzi and they attack us like wolves as soon as we walk out of the front door.
“Mr. St. James,” the first cameraman yells, “did you choose your mystery woman over Nadia?”
Mystery woman?
“There was never a choice to be made. It’s always been her,” Heath says, pulling me to the car.
“Can you tell me her name?” Another cameraman asks.
“Find out on your own,” Heath says.
I look at Heath and then the camera man and decide to humor everyone. “My name is Alicia McAllister,” I say as Heath opens the car door and I get in.
I can hear the clamoring of the photographers saying “Alicia McAllister.” Some of them are pulling out note pads to write it down.
Heaths gets into the car smiling at me. “I didn’t expect you to respond to them.”
I smile, “I’m living in your world tonight. No more uptight Alicia until tomorrow.”
He pulls out of the parking lot and I’m momentarily blinded by the flash of what feels like one hundred cameras.
“I wanted to take you out because everyone keeps telling me that I’m different since we’ve been together,” Heath says as if he’s confessing a sin.
“Oh? How so?” I ask.
“I don’t go to clubs anymore and I don’t entertain the paparazzi as much as I used to. It’s almost as if the whole Heath St. James brand has stopped existing. Who I am is important to me and it’s not your fault I’ve changed. I just fell madly in love with you really fast and everything changed before I knew it. The way I speak, my confidence, my mannerism, all the things that made me who I am are gone and I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.”
What does that mean?
“Heath, I don’t want you to change because of me. The only thing that should be different is the number of women you have in your life,” I laugh. “Aside from that, you should be the same Heath that took my breath away earlier this year in my office.”
“I don’t want to say anything that will make you leave me. You’ve tried to break up with me a couple of times already, and I don’t know if I will get over you if you were to actually leave.”
“Heath, I have no intention to leave you. I love you . . . and I love who you were when we met. There’s no need for you to be different for me. I haven’t changed for you . . . except maybe for my wanting to never date anyone ever again. Look at me now, I’m contemplating getting married again because of my love for you.”
He puts his hand on top of mine and then caresses the back of it with his thumb. “You really don’t understand how much I love you, but I will spend my life showing you,” he says as we pull up to the valet at the club.
***
We walk hand in hand down the streets of London City.
“Did you have fun darling?” Heath asks. He’s holding my shoes and I’m walking barefoot because we danced so much tonight that my feet were starting to hurt.
“I’ve had the most fun tonight than I’ve ever had in my life, including my college years,” I say. It’s amazing that I’m standing on my own because after the three shots of tequila and the two glasses of champagne I’ve had, it’s safe to say I’m pretty drunk.
He laughs. “Including college? Everyone gets drunk beyond imagination in college.”
I laugh. “Not me. In college, I didn’t do anything except go to school and go home. I had no time for anything else. I knew why I was there and I needed to do what I needed to do to finish.”
We sit down on a bench in the town square and admire the beautiful flowers.
“So you’ve always been uptight?” He asks pulling me close to him.
“I had a goal in mind and nothing was going to get in the way of that,” I say in my defense.
“Darling, sometimes it’s ok to live a little; do something you wouldn’t dream of doing in a million years and have no regrets. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve probably lived a little too much, but I don’t regret one bit of it. The life I’ve lived gave me confidence, that same confidence I exuded the day we met. Don’t think for one minute I didn’t see that you were nervous.” He laughs.
“So you want me to live a little?” I ask, breaking his hold on me and climbing on his lap straddling him.
He smiles. “Yes, and I like the way this is going,” he says in that voice that somehow directly connects to my little lady.
I kiss him hard and passionately and he starts to knead my behind. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, and then start to roll my hips, grinding his lap. In no time I feel the bulge of his erection.
“Will you make love to me right here?” I ask him between kisses. It has to be the alcohol talking.
“Darling . . . paparazzi,” he says and no sooner than he does, I feel the flash of their cameras. I hop off of Heath’s lap and we start to run in the direction of his car. Not paying attention, we run through an underground fountain that decides to spray as soon as we run across it, drenching both of us. We make it to the car and Heath opens the door to let me in, then takes his seat. He pulls out of the parking lot like the race car driver that he is.
“My hair Heath . . . my hair,” I whine.
“We’re soaked from head to toe and you’re only worried about your hair.” He laughs and he makes me laugh, too. “You can get it done at the salon in The Vue or I can have one of the stylists come to you.”
“Thank you. I’d appreciate that because I wasn’t going to leave the house tomorrow with my hair looking a mess.”
“Now that it’s settled, let me get you home and get you out of those clothes.”
Chapter 15
Heath instructs me to stand next to his bed while he turns on some music, then he walks over to where I am standing, discarding his shirt on the way. He turns me around so that I’m facing away from him and then wraps my soaking wet hair around his hand, pulling my head back to give him access to my neck. He trails kisses from my ear lobe to my shoulder blade repeating his pattern on the other side. He lets go of my hair and, as promised, starts to peel the wet dress down my body, grabbing my panties on the way, then co
ming back to unhook my strapless bra. The combination of the drinks that I’ve had and coolness of the room against my wet skin is making my body ultra-sensitive. I hear the zip of his pants and then I feel him moving behind me as he takes them off. He reaches around me and grabs my nipples and begins to knead them between his forefingers and thumbs. I feel his erection against my back and it makes me want him even more. My little lady is wet and pulsating, begging me to take the edge off of her. I reach up and wrap my hands around his neck to pull him closer to me and we start to kiss. Our tongues massaging one another’s, our lips caressing each other’s, and my little lady is screaming at me because the want of relief is causing me so much pain.
He leans me over so that my feet are planted on the floor and my body is lying across the edge of the bed. Out of nowhere, he slaps me across my behind, hitting my little lady in the process. I moan and tilt my behind up wanting him to do it again. He does, this time harder making me cry out. My little lady is panting and pulsating and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. After slapping me on my behind several more times, he inserts his thumb inside of me. This is what I need . . . the penetration, the promise of orgasmic relief. He slowly pulls his thumb out and starts to spread the wetness between my behind and around my anus. I groan with anticipation. He does it a few more times, so that now I’m wet in both places. I’m panting so hard and so fast that one would think I’m threatening an anxiety attack.
“Is everything alright darling?” Heath asks.
“No . . . Heath . . . please . . . make love to me . . . please,” I whine.
“Patience my darling. You’re quite horny when you’re drunk. I might need to take you clubbing more often,” he says slapping me across my behind once more.
I groan loudly, wishing that he’d stop teasing me.
“I want to try something. Are you willing to try it darling?” He asks in the voice. Oh that voice that will make me say-
“Yes, do anything you want Heath.” I’m almost pleading.
He inserts his erection into my little lady’s opening and I nearly convulse. He doesn’t start to move just yet, instead he takes his pinky and slowly inserts it into my anus, making me jump in surprise. I start to whimper in response to the new foreign feeling.
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