by NJ Cole
The scene reminded me of everything I wasn’t. She was sexy and sophisticated, and much closer to his age. All I was was some dumb kid he fucked for fun.
When he pulled her in for a hug, I knew I couldn’t watch anymore. Turning to leave, I accidentally bumped into a planter, making a lot of noise. I needed to get away and didn’t really care what it looked like as I rushed through the lobby and toward the elevator. Pressing the button, I hoped the car would come fast.
“Mackenzie!” I heard Maxwell shout behind me. The tears had already begun to spill from my eyes. Not wanting him to see, I continued to face the elevator doors, my back to him. As if by a miracle, they opened. I stepped inside and pushed the button for my floor, praying the doors would close before he got there. I wasn’t quite that lucky.
“Mackenzie,” he said out of breath, slipping through the closing doors. “I was trying to get your attention. I wanted—” He stopped when he saw my face. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”
His eyes were filled with concern. “No,” I lied. He had hurt me, but it was my own fault for being so naive as to think that there wouldn’t be other women.
I turned away from him again so he wouldn’t see the tears that threatened to spill over once more. In my haste, the box that the bears were in bumped against the wall of the elevator, causing the bottom to open up and the two bears to fall to the carpet.
I hurriedly tried to pick them up, but he got the one in the suit first. “Did you get bears made?”
What had seemed so cute half an hour ago, now made me feel pathetic. There he was, drinking martinis in a bar with a goddess while I was out making teddy bears.
“Is this one supposed to be me?” He held the bear closer and looked at the little pocket watch. It surprised me when he reached into his pocket and pulled out the one I’d given him for Christmas. A huge smile spread across his face. Apparently he thought it was funny I was so pathetic. The elevator seemed to be closing in on me as he stood there and stared, waiting for a response. I averted my gaze, pretending to be preoccupied with fixing the box.
The bell chimed for our floor and I took the bear from his hand, still not acknowledging his question. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your date,” I said in a clipped tone, doing my best not to break into tears.
“Date?” He looked a bit more than confused.
“I saw you downstairs. It’s alright. I get it.”
“You saw me what? Dancing with my sister? I saw you in the lobby and I was trying to get your attention. I wanted you to meet her.”
My mind was reeling. Surely that wasn’t his sister. I mean...I saw them. Yes, they were just dancing, but her hands… Well, when I thought about it again, all they had been doing was dancing. Where was she supposed to put her hands?
“Wait, that sexy goddess in the silver dress is your sister?”
He chuckled. “I don’t know about sexy goddess, but yeah, she is wearing a silver dress. I was teasing her about looking like she was a roll of aluminum foil. She said I looked like my grandfather.”
I must have looked confused because he added. “You know, because of the watch.” He pulled it from his pocket again. “Anyway, it wasn’t really an insult because I happen to have liked my grandfather.” I still just stared at him stunned. “Listen to me go on. Something is clearly bothering you, Mackenzie. Please tell me what it is.”
I wanted to say it was nothing, and now I felt silly for what I’d thought. I owed him some sort of explanation, though. “It’s just when I saw the two of you…”
“Oh, Honey,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist when he finally understood the cause for my emotional state. “Olivia is my sister, and so wouldn’t be my type. She’s a corporate attorney—very independent. Hell, I don’t think she’s dated a guy in the last ten years, and have I mentioned that she’s my sister?” I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “And besides, I have a sexy goddess right here.” The way he looked me over made any laughter disappear. There was only room left for butterflies. I had no idea how he thought I was sexy in jeans and a hoodie, but it was clear from his eyes that he did.
His lips crashed against mine and his hands were all over me. I dropped the box, needing to touch him, too. My hands slid up under his suit jacket and raked his back through his dress shirt as he kissed his way down my neck to the tops of my breasts. I really don’t know how far we would have gone right there in the hallway, but the elevator dinging it’s arrival brought us to our senses. Untangling ourselves from each other, Maxwell leaned down to pick up the box. He put his arm around me and led me from the elevators before whomever it was came out. As we rounded the corner, I started to walk toward the door to my suite, but he held me tight and just kept walking two more doors down.
I didn’t realize what he was doing until he pulled the key from his pocket and slid it into the lock. My heart raced with anticipation as he pulled me into the room.
His lips were on mine even before the door fully closed, his hands tugging first at the button and then the zipper of my jeans. He thrust his fingers into my panties when he was done and we both groaned the moment he found my clit, wet and throbbing. His lips moved to my neck as I began to unbutton his shirt.
My phone chimed loudly that I’d gotten a text but we ignored it. Then it chimed with another. Maxwell’s phone chimed, as well…once, twice, three times.
“Fuck!” he hissed, stepping away and taking his phone from his pocket. I grabbed mine, too. I’d gotten a text from my dad.
Everything alright? You’ve been gone awhile.
I’m coming to look for you.
SHIT!
I quickly texted back.
I’m fine. I’ll be there in a minute.
Before I could even say anything, Maxwell spoke again. “Jesus fuck!” He was clearly panicked. “My sister texted. She wanted to know where I went. She also said Carter is looking for you.” He was adjusting his pants and straightening his tie. “She told him that you were on your way to your room.”
I pulled my jeans up and buttoned them, and then the two of us were out the door in a flash. We’d just made it around the corner when we heard the elevator ding and my dad and Maxwell’s sister stepped out.
Knowing I must have looked a sight, I quickly tried to fix my hair. I had no doubt that my cheeks were still flushed, as I could feel the heat coming off of them.
“There you are,” my dad said. “I was worried about you. I went to look for you and bumped into Olivia. She said she thought she saw the two of you get in the elevator.”
“Yeah, I um…well, she uh…” Maxwell stuttered.
“I wanted to give Senator Joseph back his credit card.”
I couldn’t help but notice that Olivia’s eyes raised at my statement. She looked at me like she could see right through me, and then to Maxwell—who I noticed was sweating—and smiled. “You must be Mackenzie. I’m Liv, Max’s sister. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
“Hi.” Oh my God. Did I just say ‘hi’ like some twelve-year-old? “I mean, it’s nice to meet you.” I felt another wave of heat rush to my face.
“Are you sure you’re alright? You look flushed. I hope you’re not coming down with something. Maybe you shouldn’t go to Paris tomorrow.”
“Paris?” Olivia asked with a smile.
“Yeah, Maxwell is going to Paris for a few days and offered to take Kenz with him. Wasn’t that nice?”
Olivia’s smile widened. “It really was, and I love Paris. Maybe I should come, too!”
I tried not to panic. I mean, she seemed nice, but we couldn’t have her along. Maxwell looked like he was in a panic, as well. He was just about to say something when Olivia spoke again. “Oh wait. I have that thing tomorrow. Oh well, next time then.” I sighed in relief. “I do need to catch up with you, though, Max. Let’s do it first thing when you get back. I know you have lots to tell me about.” She was looking right at me when she said it. ”It’s nice to have met you, Mackenzie.”
“You, too.” We all stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Well, I’m going to go to bed. We have an early flight to catch.”
“I’ll be by to pick you up at eight, okay?” Maxwell asked. I blushed because it sounded just like a date. Hell, it was sort of a date, but they didn’t know that. “Goodnight,” he added before turning and heading to his room.
“Yeah, um…yeah,” I said before rushing to our suite. My dad came in two minutes later and headed to bed himself.
I lay in bed, worried about what had happened. My dad seemed none the wiser, but I wasn’t so sure about Olivia. I wondered if Maxwell was upset. Just as the thought crossed my mind, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Maxwell.
At least someone is having fun tonight.
I had no idea what he meant until the picture text came through a moment later. I couldn’t help laughing as the image of the two bears, posed in the sixty-nine position, appeared on my screen.
I was treated to half a dozen more images of the bears in various sexual positions, each making me laugh harder than the last.
Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.
I smiled at his final message and texted back a goodnight.
The morning was a rush of grabbing breakfast and heading to the airport. Once there, we had to go through security and customs. We’d barely had a moment to speak until we were sitting next to each other on the plane. Even then it was hard to talk; we were surrounded by people.
The flight was much different than the one we’d taken together from New York. Almost as soon as we’d taken off, we began our descent. Again we hustled through the airport and eventually out onto the streets of Paris.
The line at the taxi stand was short, and Maxwell was able to get us a cab quickly. My heart started beating rapidly at the thought that in a few minutes, we might be alone in our room. When we pulled up at the luxurious hotel, I waited while Maxwell paid the driver and grabbed our bags from the trunk. I tried to help, but he told me that he had it.
We walked into the lobby and up to the front desk. It was only 11:30, and our room wouldn’t be ready until three o’clock.
“We can keep your bags here and put them in your room when it’s ready,” the receptionist offered. “You can go shopping or sightseeing until then, if you would like.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Maxwell said, handing her our bags.
When we stepped onto the street, my eyes were as big as saucers. There were stores lining the streets in every direction. I really wasn’t one for shopping, but even I could appreciate the quality of the different shops.
We walked down the boulevard, looking into different windows and occasionally going into a store. When we came across one called Trendz, I laughed, looking into the window. “I’d love to see you dressed like that.” I pointed to a mannequin dressed in a pair of faded, torn jeans and a navy blue T-shirt.
“Really?”
Maxwell was looking at the mannequin thoughtfully.
“Well, yeah. I mean…it’s not like I don’t love what you normally wear, but I don’t know. I’d kind of like to see you like that sometime.”
“On one condition,” he said, opening the door to the shop.
“And that is?”
“If you get to dress me, then I get to dress you!”
I giggled as we walked into the store. I swore I could hear the theme song to Pretty Woman playing as we chose outfits for each other.
There were so many to choose from. I loved him with the navy blue T-shirt from the window with a dark grey hoodie, but I also loved him in the same jeans with a black thermal shirt. The way it hugged his arms, showing off his biceps, made him look incredible. Then again, the way the navy T-shirt stretched across his pecks made my mouth water.
“Ugh, I can’t decide. You look so yummy in both.”
“Yummy? Well, how can I resist yummy? I’ll get both.”
I noticed he didn’t change back into his original clothes, but headed over to the shoe section. He held up a pair of black boot-style shoes that I had to admit would have looked damn good with either outfit, but I had my heart set on another pair.
I held up a pair of classic black Chucks.
“Are you serious? Those were in style when I was your age.”
“They are still in style,” I retorted.
“Fine, we’ll get both. Now, do I get to pick the clothes for you? Maybe you’ll need some help in the dressing room.” I swatted at him playfully.
After having me put on several ridiculous outfits, he had narrowed it down to three. The first was a pair of faded jeans with holes in the front, a pale pink T-shirt, and a light gray hoodie. The second outfit was a darker pair of jeans and a long sleeved off-white top. It had a scoop neck, and the sleeves went down over my hands and had thumb holes. The third outfit was a simple pair of cream colored leggings and a dark green sweater that came to mid-thigh.
“Ok, we’ll get them all,” he said laughing.
“Wait, I had to narrow it down to two outfits for you, so why do you get to pick three?”
He opened his wallet and pulled out the platinum card I’d returned to him this morning after hiding it last night. “‘Cause I’m paying.”
“Fair enough,” I conceded with a giggle.
“And don’t forget, we still need to get you shoes. You can pick a pair, but I want you to get a pair of matching Chucks, too.” He picked up a shoe from the shelf. “What size do you wear?”
“Six,” I said, looking at the rows and rows of sexy shoes.
I found a pair of tan boots that resembled Uggs, but had a name on them I was sure you could only get in France.
Looking at him again, I smiled. “You know, you hardly look like yourself. I doubt even my dad would recognize you.”
Our eyes met as the plan began to formulate. Neither of us said a word.
Maxwell walked up to the counter where our pile of clothes laid. “Can you have these delivered to our hotel?”
“But of course, Monsieur,” the saleswoman replied.
Maxwell pressed a folded bill into her hand and whispered something to her. He picked up the lighter jeans, pink top, and gray hoodie, along with the Chucks, and handed them to me. “Go ahead and put these on.”
Five minutes later, our new clothes, as well as the ones we’d been wearing, were on their way to the hotel. We stood in front of the store gazing at each other. He looked beyond sexy.
“I feel like a new man,” he laughed and stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Max.”
I giggled. “Kenzie.”
“Wow, um…really?” he asked with a genuinely surprised expression on his face.
“What?” I asked, clearly not understanding.
“I don’t know. It’s just that only your friends call you Kenzie. I guess…well…I’m honored.”
I laughed. “You don’t consider yourself a friend? I mean, you had your hand in my pants twenty-four hours ago. I only do that with like…um…half my friends.”
He laughed, “Yeah, I guess. I just thought you thought of me as some old guy. I don’t know. Never mind.”
“I do like it when you protect me…you know, when you’re my Daddy. But honestly, most of the time I forget we aren’t the same age.”
A huge smile spread across his face. “Then let’s forget everything and just be ourselves and have fun today.”
He held out his hand to me. It was odd, because this man had been inside me; he’d given me countless orgasm, come down my throat, and fucked me in the ass, yet holding his hand just then seemed more intimate than all of it. We weren’t pretending. We didn’t have roles to play. It was just us. I’d never felt so naked and vulnerable in my life, yet I’d also never felt so safe.
Placing my hand in his, I sighed in contentment. The tingle that I usually felt was there, but this time there was an added warmth. It traveled up my arm and settled in my chest. It was then that I realized how in love with this man I was. I was utterly head over heels in love with
this man and I couldn’t even hold his hand in public without wearing a disguise. I had no idea how he felt about me, and it really didn’t matter. The entire situation was hopeless. Those thoughts were for another day, though. Today we were together, holding hands in Paris, and I wanted to enjoy every moment of it.
We dipped in and out of shops over the next few hours. Max was spoiling me rotten, but he insisted. After a while, I stopped mentioning that I liked things just so he wouldn’t buy them. He caught on to that, too, and started watching my reactions.
We ate a late lunch in a quaint cafe, where he ordered for me; I was surprised to learn that he spoke French. The food was delicious. By the time we’d stepped back outside, the temperature had dropped, as the sun moved behind the tall buildings lining the street, casting us in the shadows.
I shivered at the chill. “Oh, Sweetheart,” he said, putting his arm around me. “Let me keep you warm.”
And he did, but we ducked into a shop a block down anyway, and just like before, chose jackets for each other. I had to admit he looked amazing. Apparently, other women thought so, too, because they kept turning their heads when we walked by.
“Alright, Kenzie, where to now?” Somewhere in the distance a clock chimed two o’clock, drawing my attention. “That’s Notre Dame,” he explained.
“Like the famous one in the cartoon?”
I didn’t miss the eye roll. “Yeah, after Disney put out the movie, they built a cathedral here,” he said in his most sarcastic voice.
“Shut up,” I giggled, already pulling him in the direction of the bells.
We walked along the banks of the Seine. Several times Max suggested we get a cab, but I loved walking with him.
The grounds of Notre Dame were gorgeous. As we sat on a bench to admire the view, he pulled me close to him so that my back was touching his chest. His hand slid around my waist to lie flat on my stomach and he held it there tentatively.
He’d touched me dozens of times before, but this was different. He wasn’t Daddy and I wasn’t his little girl. She would never refuse her Daddy, and if he wanted to take her behind a tree and fuck her up against it, she’d allow it. But this was different, and Max seemed to know it, too. It was almost as if he were holding his breath, waiting for my reaction.