Chasing Vivi

by A. M. Hargrove

  “Sure do. What’s your pleasure?”

  “Can’t say in public, but I’ll take a Weller on the rocks, please.”

  “Coming right up.”

  The crowd isn’t heavy, so she has time to talk. I tell her about finding out who the women are and that they don’t work in IT, which pleases her. I also let her know my grandparents are excited about seeing us on Christmas.

  “What can I bring?” she asks. “I’d like to take them a little something.”

  “Granddad loves scotch and ties. And Grand, maybe something girly. A handbag?”

  “Jeez, I don’t know her taste. Forget it, I’ll come up with something.”

  “Men suck at this, don’t they?”

  “Yeah. I’ll figure something out,” she says.

  I touch her wrist. “Are you going to tell me how the two of you became so chummy?”

  She flaps her hand back and forth. “It was nothing really.” Then she laughs. “She threatened that if I hurt you she’d destroy me. But I get it. You’re her number one. She’s awesome.”

  “Christ. I can’t believe she did that.”

  “I can.”

  A couple drinks later, I tell Vivi the car will be waiting for her when she gets off work. But I ask her to stay with me. “In fact, I’d love it if you’d move in. Don’t give me your answer, just think about it.” I kiss her cheek and leave.

  I’m asleep when she wakes me up, crawling into bed. I pull her into the curve of my body, feeling her softness against me. Before I know what hit me, the room is lightening up from the rising sun.

  Vivi sleeps soundly next to me and I don’t want to disturb her. I have no idea what time it was when she got in. I sneak out of bed and take a shower. It’s almost seven, so I leave her a note, telling her to call me when she wakes up. Then I’m off to work.

  Lynn waits for me with coffee and breakfast, and notes that I look well rested. I am indeed.

  “What’s on the agenda today?”

  “You have that meeting at nine with the investors on A Special Place, and then you’re meeting with the resort group on the possibility of grabbing that property out in Tahoe.”

  “Excellent. What time?”

  “That’s at ten. Then afterward, you and Mr. Whitworth were going to look at that hotel in midtown.”

  “Right. Is the appointment set with their realtor?”

  “It is. Mr. Whitworth has all the information.”

  “Thanks, Lynn. I’ll get prepared then.”

  “Prescott, don’t forget to go shopping for Christmas.”

  “I was doing that this afternoon. Wanna go with me?”

  She checks her schedule and says she’s able.

  “I’ll call you when Granddad and I are finished and we can meet some place.”

  The day runs smoother than expected. We end up making an offer on the resort in Tahoe, but passing on the hotel deal in midtown. Their financials are a disaster and the place is a shit hole. It would take too much to turn it around or even tear it down, but they won’t budge on their price. So we walk.

  Lynn is waiting for my call and I have her meet me at Saks. We arrive at approximately the same time. The first stop is the coat department.

  “What do you think?” I ask. When I explain Vivi’s coat situation, she agrees the two would be perfect. Then I ask for her help with Grand and she picks out a decent sweater. I have no fucking clue what a seventy something woman would wear, but this looks good, so I grab it.

  “Shoes, boots, a handbag?” I ask.

  “Eh, too personal. You need to know her taste. How about a fur coat? Does she have one?”

  “Hell, I don’t know. Probably.”

  “Get her another. Older people are always cold.”

  We go to the fur department and two sales people are more than eager to help us. Lynn picks out the size and then holds up three for me to choose from. I pick the sable one, which ends up being the most expensive. Who gives a fuck? Grand will like this.

  The salesman starts running his mouth about how to care for it and store it and I cut him off. Don’t have time for this crap.

  “Just box it up and wrap it, please. If she doesn’t take care of it properly, I’ll buy her a new one next year.”

  “Y-yes, sir.”

  I turn back to Lynn. “Granddad?”

  “Burberry. They are classic and I’ve noticed his coat has seen better days.”

  “He probably has twenty he won’t wear,” I say.

  “Yeah, but the shabby one is a Burberry. Get him a new one of the same style.”

  “Damn, you’re good.”

  She preens, but deserves the praise.

  “Before we head over to the men’s, what do you want? Pick out anything, Lynn, and I don’t give a flying fuck about how much it costs. And don’t argue with me.”

  She stares for a second, then heads to where the handbags are. I tell the fur guy I’ll be back to pick up the box when we’re done shopping here.

  I catch up with Lynn and she’s holding up two handbags. “One of these,” she says. They’re Gucci.

  “Get them both. I don’t care.”

  “You sure?” Her face is almost distorted by her scrunched up brows.

  I give her one of my you have got to be kidding looks. It’s not quite an eye roll, but almost.

  “Okay.” Then she claps her hands and I think she’s going to jump up and click her heels in the air or something, but she doesn’t. “Thank you. This is really sweet of you.”

  “What can I say? I’m a sweet guy.”

  “You’re a great boss, but only because you’re not drinking. It’s Vivi, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah.” In a word. I don’t elaborate. I don’t have to. She’s smart enough to know.

  We hit the men’s department and she picks out the coat for Granddad and some other things, like a new sweater and some slippers. He loves slippers. Now we’re done here.

  We lug all that shit, with some help from a Saks employee, to the car, and then I ask her to go to Tiffany’s with me.

  “Hmm. What are you getting her?”

  “Jewelry, of course.”

  “Not an engagement ring?”

  “No.”

  She helps me pick out a diamond bracelet. I plan to replace the one she had to sell, but I’m trying to find the buyer first. I’ve been searching for him without her knowledge. In the meantime, I want her to have something really nice of her own.

  While I’m there, I also pick up a necklace for her. I noticed the other night at the party she didn’t wear any jewelry. I imagine it’s because she doesn’t own any. This is a timeless piece, something she can wear with anything. It’s a series of flowers covered in diamonds. Lynn loves it, but I hope Vivi doesn’t look up the price. She’ll freak.

  Once we’re in the car headed back to Whitworth, I thank Lynn for all her help. “I owe you.”

  She pats my arm. “You paid me in Gucci bags. They’re worth a month’s rent.”

  “Still, you helped a lot. Let me buy you and your husband dinner. Wherever you want.”

  “We don’t go out during the week.”

  “You know the deal. I’ll have it delivered. Just text me what you want and I’ll take care of it.”

  Lynn nods, saying, “Sure. Sounds great to me.”

  We drop her off and when I get the text, I order her dinner. Then I look around and am thankful the store wrapped all these gifts for me. I don’t know how to wrap a present to save my life. When we get to my building, Kaz is on duty and helps me lug everything up to my apartment. I tip him and close the door behind him.

  I hide Vivi’s gifts in my safe that’s located in the closet. She doesn’t have the combination, so they’ll be hidden from prying eyes, not that she’d search anyway.

  About fifteen minutes later, I hear the front door opening and Vivi rushes in, holding out her arm. “Look!”

  “No splint?” I ask.

  “Yes! Only a brace for the next couple of week
s and I’ll be done. And I have another surprise. I’ve been keeping it a secret, because I wanted to tell you when we had time to sit and talk, but I’m too excited to keep it to myself anymore.”

  She’s smiling so broadly, I can’t help but grin along with her. “What?”

  “Let’s sit. Do you have any wine chilled?”

  “Always. Oh, and Gerard was here yesterday, so we have food for the week if you want.” I go to the wine cooler and pull out a bottle of chardonnay. After I open it, I pour us both a glass.

  “So?” I ask.

  Her eyes sparkle as she tells me about the psychiatrist she’s been seeing. She hasn’t told me about it, because at first she didn’t have a lot of faith that it would help. But now, after having several appointments, she’s so relieved to be going.

  “Oh my God, Prescott, this woman is amazing. She puts everything into perspective. My overeating when I was young. How it ballooned when my dad died and how I masked those feelings with Mom. She’s opening up so much stuff, making me really think, you know? And how I thought by staying at Crestview I was protecting Mom, but it was so stupid. I was hurting us both. Mom didn’t get the best of me and I really got screwed out of my youth. But I don’t resent it because it’s all on me. And I own it.”

  Vivi is so animated as she continues to talk about the sessions she’s had. She explains how the doctor tells her it’s okay to be afraid, and how her therapy will include group sessions with other patients who have gone through similar experiences.

  “I start those second week of the year. Apparently we share our experiences and learn from each other how to handle stressful situations that remind us of our attacks.”

  “Has anybody ever told you that you look like a ray of sunshine when you’re happy?”

  Her eyes widen at my question. “Wow, I wasn’t aware of how poetic you could be.”

  “I wasn’t either, actually.”

  We’re suddenly kissing, like we can’t get enough of each other, and maybe we can’t. Is this too good to be true? Will it end abruptly, leaving me crippled and unable to function?

  “What?”

  She notices the change. “Nothing.”

  “Prescott, tell me.”

  “Is this real—you and me? It’s so good, Vivi, it’s scary.”

  “It’s real. At least on my end it is.”

  “Mine, too. I just didn’t know if you felt it, too.”

  Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I feel so much. Things I haven’t felt before, didn’t think were possible, and didn’t think I ever would.”

  I pick up a chunk of her hair and rub it between my fingers. “It’s hard to get through the day without calling or texting you every five minutes, just to see how you are. I feel like the biggest fucking pussy out there, but it’s true.”

  “It’s hard to sit here and not put my hands all over you.”

  Those are words I love to hear. So I ask, “What’s stopping you?”

  “I don’t want to overstep—”

  “Let me make something perfectly clear. There is no overstepping where you’re concerned. Ever.”

  One second later, her hands are tearing off my shirt, only I’m wearing a tie and it’s still knotted around my neck. It’s so damn funny, seeing the frustrated expression on her face that I’m laughing as I brush her hands aside. Then I help her get me naked and then undress her too. I want to devour her skin, lick every inch of her until I’ve tasted it, then I want to eat her pussy and then fuck her until she’s limp in my arms.

  But first, she drops to her knees with a grin. When I see her gaze up at me, I say, “Put your mouth on my cock. Wrap your lips around me and suck.”

  Then I push back into her, slow, so she won’t choke, but damn, I just want to go deep into her throat. Saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth, but she keeps taking me in. More and more with every thrust.

  “So good. Yeah, suck hard, just like that.” Tipping her head back, I tell her to relax, and I push in a little deeper. She hums and the vibrations are almost enough to make me come. She keeps it up exactly the way I love it and every muscle in my body is taut.

  “I’m going to come, Vivi. Giving you a chance to let me pull out.”

  She sucks harder and hums more. That does it for me and I let loose in her mouth, pumping off my climax down her warm throat.

  “Perfect. That’s what you are. The perfect Little Wolf, even when you suck my dick.”

  “I thought the ending was a nice way to show my affection.”

  And it was. One of the best ways.

  Chapter 34

  Vivi

  Christmas morning, I’m practically bursting with excitement to give Prescott his gift. It took me hours to decide, but in the end, I figured this was pretty ingenious. I invited his friends to spend New Year’s with us. I took a chance and called Weston—whose number I got from Lynn—hoping he could help. He was more than happy to, along with his wife, Special. They called Harrison, who tried to get out of it saying something about one of his clients, but Weston told him he could break away for three days. So it’s going to be the five of us, unless Harrison ends up bringing someone.

  Then I asked Eric for a loan until my first paycheck, so I could buy Prescott some New York Ranger’s tickets. He mentioned something about how much he loved hockey, so I thought taking him to a game would be cool.

  Finally, I’m going to give him a personal Vivi massage. He’ll get a little card, complete with any kind of massage he’d like, including the kinky type, if he chooses. I’ve purchased a red thong with white fur along the top and back, and a bra to match for the Christmas motif, along with some flavored oils. I’ll look very festive when I give it to him. That should be lots of fun. The bad thing is we have to leave for his grandparents’ early so he can’t open that one until later.

  As I’m thinking about this, we’re sitting in bed when he gets up to bring me coffee. Only on the way back, he detours into his closet for a second and returns holding a couple of wrapped boxes in his hand. He hands me the coffee, sets the boxes on the bed, and darts back into the closet where he returns carrying two more giant boxes.

  “Are we exchanging presents now?”

  He wears a playful smile and nods his head vigorously, like a little kid would do.

  “Oh, boo. Well, I’ll open these, but for undisclosed reasons, I can only give you part of your gift today, and I’d like to give it to you later. The rest of it will come after Christmas.”

  He shrugs, saying, “That’s fine. Go on, open one.”

  I set my coffee down and ask him which I should open first. He doesn’t care, so I go for size.

  “Is that an indication of something?” he asks.

  “Yeah. You’ve spoiled me.” I look pointedly where the subject of this conversation lies.

  “You’re a filthy Little Wolf.”

  I’m ripping into the thick wrapping paper as I comment back to him, “Only because you made me that way. I was as pure as the driven snow before you.”

  “That’s probably true. But I love filthy Vivi. She’s killer in bed and is amazing at sucking cock.”

  “Don’t spread that around.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m not a kiss and tell kind of guy. Besides, I own that, remember? Now open. The suspense is killing me.”

  I lift off the lid and there sits a gorgeous camel-colored coat. I lift it out and hold it up to me. It’s soft, and the lining is slick and satiny. “This is gorgeous, Prescott. Thank you.”

  “You won’t return this one, will you?”

  I chuckle. “No. I’ll definitely be keeping this.”

  “Damn good thing. Now I won’t have to worry about you anymore, freezing that sweet little ass off. Okay, next box.”

  I smile, thinking about him worrying about me.

  I open the next box and there sits the Canada goose coat. I immediately put it on. “I’m never taking this off.”

  “Oh, hell yes, you are. It would be way too hard to fuck with
that thing on.”

  “Nah, look.”

  I stand up and do a demonstration of how we could make it work and he says, “Vivi, I’d have you sweating so much in that thing you’d have a heatstroke.”

  “Okay, you win.”

  “You have two more boxes.”

  “You’ve already given me too much.”

  He grabs my chin and kisses me. “You don’t have a clue, Vivi Renard. I’d give you the fucking world, if you’d let me.”

  I grab his chin and kiss him back. “You don’t know anything, Prescott Beckham. You already have.”

  “No, I haven’t. It’s only begun.” Then he hands me another box. This one is considerably smaller. My fingers slide under the paper and unwrap it. When I pull it off, I see the blue Tiffany’s box staring at me.

  “What’s in here?”

  “You’ll have to open it to find out.”

  And I do. It’s a bracelet, a gorgeous diamond one. “Oh, Prescott. This is beautiful.”

  “Not even close to the one holding it.”

  I lean over to kiss him, then hold out my arm so he can put it on me. It’s so pretty I can’t stop admiring it. “Look at how it sparkles.”

  “Exactly like your eyes right now.”

  “You have to stop saying things like that. You’ll give me a big head.”

  “Mmm, that’s okay. You’ve given me big head a time or two so we’re even.”

  “You’re a real jokester.” I elbow him in the ribs.

  “One more—your last one.”

  I poke out my lip, not because it’s my last present, but I feel inadequate with what I’m giving him.

  “What? Did you want more?”

  “No. I didn’t get you enough.”

  “I didn’t want you to get me anything. Having you here is more than enough for me.” He pushes the box into my hands. “Go on.”

  When I open the thing, I find another blue Tiffany’s box. He’s out of his mind. But what I find inside confirms it.

  “Oh my God, Prescott, what were you thinking?”

  “That this would look lovely around your neck and this poor necklace needed an owner who’d make it look better. It was lonely in there, waiting for someone like you to wear it. So …” He spreads his hands wide and sits there like an eager boy waiting approval.