by Tia Wylder
“Trust and respect are not things that are freely given. They take time to build up. I’m actually glad that you are worried about stuff like that.”
“Why?”
“It means that you are guarding your heart, at least a little bit. Only a child would believe in someone without any doubts at all. Plus, if it worries you that I might do something behind your back with someone else, then I think that makes you less likely to cheat. You don’t want to have to go through that pain, so you will make an extra effort to stay out of those situations. A little jealousy is natural. I just need you to hear me out if you have a concern. I don’t want you to get hurt because of a misunderstanding.”
Elizabeth let his words sink in as she drove. Her heart was still hammering in her chest by the time she parked in her driveway again. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” She walked slowly towards her door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home. I thought that you might want some alone time after everything that happened today.
Derrick reached out and took her hand. “We still have a date to finish.”
Chapter 16: Redo
Derrick flipped on the lights in his home. It seemed quieter without Charlie in it now. Every time his son left, he felt a hole reopening inside his chest. His backpack and toys were still strewn across the living room. Derrick wandered into the kitchen.
“It’s probably cold by now.” Elizabeth scooped up the dirty dishes on the table and began to scrape the excess food on the plates into the trash.
“That’s fine. I’m not really hungry anyway.” He took the plates from her and placed them in the sink.
“What are you doing? I need to at least rinse them, or you’ll never get them clean.”
Derrick had stopped listening to her. His eyes smoldered as he stepped closer to her. Elizabeth stepped backwards until her back was almost against the wall. He was coming closer. Her hands were still hovering in front of her where she had been holding the dishes. Derrick grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. Elizabeth gasped as he closed the rest of the distance between them. She could barely breathe. His head leaned down and hovered just in front of her lips. He let the anticipation build before he let their lips touch. Elizabeth’s body melted into the kiss. His chest pressed against her firmly. The sensation made her moan softly. Being so close to her gave him an adrenaline rush. He wanted to trail his kisses down her body, but now was not the time for that.
Derrick pulled away with a satisfied look on his face. Elizabeth gazed at him in a daze. “What was that for?”
“I just wanted to say thank you.”
“You should say thank you more often.”
He chuckled and smirked at her. “Maybe later.”
She was still trying to gather her thoughts. His kiss had made her brain foggy. “So, um, what are we going to do now?”
Derrick grabbed a fresh bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. “I was thinking we could relax a bit before you went back home.”
“If you wanted to relax, you probably shouldn’t have kissed me like that.” Elizabeth mumbled under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” She took her new glass of wine and chugged it.
“Oh, I almost forgot. There will be a charity auction coming up. I’ll need you to be there since you’re the face of the company now. I’ll have Tim put together an ensemble for you.”
The switch back to work from such an intimate moment caught her off guard. “Oh, okay.”
Sensing her disappointment, Derrick sweetened the deal. “You can count it as our second date.”
She perked up as he said this. “Okay!” Beaming at him, she felt herself becoming sleepy. Elizabeth tried to fight back a yawn, but she couldn’t help it.
“Are you tired?” His eyes softened. She looked so vulnerable as the wine began to take its affect.
“Today has just been a very,” she searched for the right word, “eventful. I’ve had a lot to take in, and my emotions are a little zapped right now.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and go home then?”
Elizabeth pouted, “I don’t want to leave just yet.”
Derrick chuckled. “You’re like a little kid sometimes.” He kissed her forehead and smiled at her. “Since you don’t have your furniture yet, why don’t you just sleep here tonight then?” Her eyes widened, and he held up his hands to put her at ease. “Just sleep. I want to make sure you understand that I’m interested in more than just your body.”
Elizabeth’s cheeks blazed. She averted her eyes and tried to keep her composure. “Sleep sounds good.”
Pulling her towards the bedroom, Derrick handed her a set of his pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt. “Put these on.” He turned his back so she could have some privacy. It was hard to resist pinning her on the bed. He knew she wouldn’t fight back if he did, but part of him wanted to wait. She wasn’t one of his one night stands that he just used for sex and tossed aside. If he wanted this to go in a different direction, he would have to treat her differently. The sound of fabric hitting the floor made him want to turn around. He closed his eyes tightly and resisted the temptation.
“Okay. I’m decent.” She stood awkwardly beside his bed. His clothes swallowed her, and she could smell his cologne on them.
Seeing her so relaxed in his home made his heart skip a beat. It had been so long since he had let a woman wear his clothes and stay the night. Would he be able to keep his hands to himself tonight? He was already having a difficult enough time. “Get some sleep.” He turned and shut the door to his bedroom behind him. His body sank to the couch. Looking up at the ceiling, he let out a long, slow breath. Breaking his old habits was going to be harder than he had imagined.
Elizabeth slipped under his sheets and curled up on her side. Had she done something wrong? When he had offered to let her spend the night, she had assumed that they would be sleeping beside one another. Now, she felt as though she had kicked him out of his own bed. The chill of the sheets sank into her skin as she buried her head into his pillow. The wine was starting to go to her head. Eventually the comfort of the bed won out over her worries, and she fell asleep.
Sizzling from down the hall woke her up. Sunlight caressed her cheek through a gap in the curtains. For a few moments, Elizabeth didn’t remember where she was. Yesterday’s events slowly came back to her. Her fingers traced along the outline of her lips. If she hadn’t woken up in his bed, she would have thought it had all been a dream.
The cold floorboards nipped at her feet as she swung them out of bed. The smell of bacon became stronger the closer she got to the kitchen. Derrick was cooking again. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. His back muscles flexed as he lifted a pan from the stove and stirred it.
“Oh, you’re up.” He smiled a crooked smile at her and filled a plate with bacon and eggs. A pile of dry toast was mounded in the center of the table. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Dig in. We have the auction tonight.”
“It’s tonight?” Elizabeth nibbled on the corner of a slice of toast.
Derrick nodded and placed a pitcher of orange juice on the table. “Yeah, I thought I would drop you off with Tim while I go to the hospital to check on Charlie for a bit.”
“What about your car?”
“I already called the impound lot. I paid the fee over the phone. They should be dropping it off soon.”
“They’re bringing it to you? I thought you had to go get it from where ever they towed it to.”
“I give them a few free night’s stay at the hotel to compensate them for their troubles.”
“That’s bribery!” Elizabeth shook her head as she laughed.
“That’s business.” Derrick took a sip of juice. A car horn honked outside. “That must be them. Sorry, I thought we would have more time to eat.” Shoving a piece of bacon quickly in her mouth, Elizabeth smile sheepishly at him. “Don’t cho
ke yourself.”
Chewing fervently, she chugged some juice and grabbed her purse. “Don’t worry. I grew up in a house with three brothers. I’m a pro at eating quickly.”
Chuckling, he held the front door open for her. “Now, why wasn’t that on your resume?”
“I couldn’t possibly include all my talents on one sheet of paper.” She flipped her hair brusquely over her shoulder.
“Oh, really? And just what other talents do you have, Miss Adams?” He couldn’t help it. His interest was piqued.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Derrick took the keys to his car from the man standing out front. “Here, this is for you.” He passed the man a twenty-dollar bill which was quickly pocketed. Jogging around the car, he opened the passenger side door for Elizabeth.
She waited for him to get in the car before she spoke again. “So, what exactly should I expect tonight? I’ve never been to an auction before.”
“Pretty much there will be cocktails and appetizer. Some items that have been donated will be auctioned off, and then it will be over. We just need to appear for the company’s sake. Shouldn’t take more than a few hours.”
“Hey, Derrick?” It felt odd to call him by his first name.
“Hmm?”
“If it’s okay, could you let me know how Charlie is after you see him?”
Her question and thoughtfulness caught him off guard. “Uh, sure. I can do that.” He felt his heart skip a beat. She was actually trying to care about his son. It was a new first for him, and the two of them getting close frightened him. It was nice not to feel any pressure about hiding his son, but he wasn’t sure if he was quite ready for them to move on to that step or not. If it hadn’t been for Catherine, Elizabeth still wouldn’t have known about Charlie. It was going to take some getting used to.
Derrick parked in front of Page Industries. Elizabeth climbed out hesitantly. “Do I just go to the same room I went to before the photoshoot?”
“Yes. Tim should be waiting for you. If you get lost, just give me a call.” Gathering her nerves, she waved goodbye to him and scampered inside to find Tim.
A smirk found its way across his face. It definitely wasn’t terrible to watch her walk away. Her hips swung in a mesmerizing fashion. He let out a slow whistle to himself as she disappeared inside the building. Bringing his attention back to the task at hand, Derrick set his course for the hospital.
Chapter 17: Small Promises with Big Consequences
Charlie was awake when Derrick entered his room. “Hey, buddy. How are you feeling today?” Cartoons were playing silently on the television in Charlie’s room.
“So much better! They won’t let me get out of bed though.” Charlie pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You better listen to them. They just want to make sure you heal up good. When you get out of here, we can go do whatever you want, ok?”
“Promise?” His eyes sparkled
Derrick offered his hand for a business shake. “Promise.” He had been incorporating handshakes during their promises for a while now. The idea was for Charlie to associate a man’s word and his handshake with an agreement that needed to be followed through on.
“I want us to spend more time with your friend.”
His heart caught in his throat. “You want to spend more time with Elizabeth?” If he had known this would be what he wanted, he wouldn’t have made his promise so easily.
“Yes! She was really nice, and she took care of me.” His smile beamed from the hospital bed.
“Are you sure you don’t want to do something else? Something with just the two of us? Maybe we could go watch the cars at the racetrack or go to the zoo.”
Charlie’s face fell. “No. I want to spend time with Elizabeth. You promised.”
“I did promise, didn’t I.” Derrick sighed and tousled his son’s hair. “Let me think about it. You keep getting better, and we will see, okay?”
“Okay.” It was clear some of the excitement had worn off with his plans in jeopardy.
Derrick sat on the edge of his bed and pulled his son up next to him. He turned up the volume on the TV in the corner of the room. The two of them focused on the cartoons playing on the screen. His worst fear had happened. After being around Elizabeth just once, Charlie was already getting attached to her.
Chapter 18: The Auction
The sensation of Derrick’s kiss still haunted her lips. Elizabeth sighed and allowed a tender smile to warm her eyes. Tim Perkins brushed the final touches of glitter along her cheekbones. His bald head reflected the lights that dotted the edges of the mirror.
“I’ve seen that look before.” He winked at her knowingly.
“What do you mean?”
“That is the look of a woman in love.” He wagged the tip of the makeup brush at her before dusting off his hands.
Elizabeth averted her eyes quickly. “What? No. I’m not in…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Love? Was she in love with Derrick? Her heart throttled against her chest. The memory of being pressed against the wall still took her breath away.
“Whatever you say.” He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you think?” He spun her chair around so she could see the finished project.
A black floor length dress hugged her curves. Crystals swirled intricately across the bodice, and a slit on the side went up to her hip. The smoky colors of her makeup make her seem alluring and exotic. “Wow.” Elizabeth tilted her head to the side. A small voice in the back of her mind wondered if Derrick would like it.
Clapping from the back of the room caught their attention. Derrick stood in the doorway looking her up and down. “Excellent work as always, Tim.”
Tim did a faux bow. “It’s easy when I have a beautiful model to work with.”
“Miss Adams, are you ready to go?”
She took the silver clutch that Tim held out for her. “Yes.” It was hard to look him in the eyes.
Derrick walked ahead of her to the car. He held the door open for her, but didn’t make any physical contact. The car ride was silent. Something felt off. Even though they were so close to one another, Derrick felt distant. Elizabeth fiddled with the clasp on the purse that Tim had loaned to her. A cold lump settled in her stomach. When the car parked outside of a large silver building, Elizabeth couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“Did I do something wrong?” She chewed on her lip, still afraid to look him in the eye.
“Why do you think you did something wrong?”
“You just feel distant tonight.”
Derrick sighed and put on his formal smile. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
The insincerity stung. She knew something was wrong, but she was unable to make herself push the issue. Without another word, he got out of the car. Not wanting to be a burden, Elizabeth opened her own door and shut it a little too forcefully. A sliver of pain crept out from under Derrick’s business mask. He turned and walked up the steps. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his black suit so that it was evident he didn’t want to hold hands. The sudden switch from acceptance to rejection made Elizabeth’s stomach ache.
Inside the building were dozens of well-dressed couples. Evening gowns sparkled under twinkling lights. Long tables filled with finger foods and beverages lined one wall. Derrick signed his name to a piece of paper and picked up a red paddle with a number stamped on it. A live string orchestra thrummed gracefully in the corner. It would have been beautiful if Elizabeth wasn’t distracted. The distance Derrick was exhibiting dampened the event for her. She mindlessly accepted a flute of champagne.
As she sipped, a man in a tux stepped on stage. The musicians stopped when he raised his hand. A soft hush fell over the room. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would first like to thank you all for coming out to support our cause. All proceeds from tonight’s event will go to Buxton Orphanage. So, without further ado, I would like to bring out our first item.” Two men carried out a l
arge piece of wooden furniture. “This armoire was made circa 1880. It is in excellent condition and still retains the original ornate floral pattern on the front as well as the bronze work embellishing the top. Shall we start the bidding at $100,000?”
Hearing the price made Elizabeth almost squirt champagne out of her nose. Paddles rose around the room as the bidding commenced. Terrified of being mistaken as a bidder, Elizabeth tried to remain as still as possible. These people had that much money to throw around?! She reminded herself it was for charity. Derrick had disappeared into the crowd. She thought she caught a glimpse of him through the throng of people, but then he disappeared again. If he was just going to leave her as soon as they got to the event, why did he even bother bringing her here? Her lips pouted, and she cautiously took another sip from her cup.
A parade of furniture and paintings slowly made their way across the stage. Elizabeth had lost interest after the fifth oil painting sold for an egregious amount of money. She felt out of place amongst these people. She sighed and glanced around the room again trying to find Mr. Page.
A murmur rippled across the crowd. A large, covered frame was rolled onto the stage. “For the last item of the evening, we have a very special treat from Page Industries.” Elizabeth’s eyes flitted to the stage. The auctioneer pulled a chord, and the cloth covering the frame fell away. Intense embarrassment flooded her. On stage was a large replica of the picture of Mr. Page and herself that had been chosen for the new ad campaign. “The item up for bid is one evening with the lovely woman in this picture.” He glanced down at the cue card in his hand. “Is Elizabeth Adams here tonight?” Slowly, the crowd turned to look at her and cleared a path for her to the stage. She could feel their eyes on her. “Miss Adams? Would you please make your way to the stage?”
For a moment, the entire room was silent. Her legs moved as though she were walking through water. Elizabeth’s cheeks flamed. How could this have happened? She didn’t agree to this. Her body was shaking as she took the stage. Panic was building just under the surface. The crowd sized her up deciding what her time was worth. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. Betrayal stung her heart. Had Derrick set this up? Was this the reason he wanted her to be at the event?