by Linda Barlow
The faint line that had formed in the middle of his forehead during the Bart discussion smoothed out instantly. "I'll have you know that I now have mad windsurfing skills. Come down to the Cape with me, and I'll show you."
"Is that where you live? On the Cape?"
"Yup. I have a house on the beach."
"I’d love to see it someday," she heard herself say.
Stephen returned her smile with about a year’s worth of compound interest. "Then see it someday you shall, Viola."
* * *
The rest of the meal passed in a pleasant haze. Viola was never sure afterwards what she had eaten, or how it had tasted. The conversation never lagged; one subject flowed easily into the next. They discovered that they shared a lot of interests. When she gingerly sounded him out on his political views, she was relieved to find that they had no major disagreements, even though he continued to tease her about her supposedly radical feminism. "I'm not radical," she protested. "You're just being a guy."
"Guilty as charged."
They ordered dessert and coffee not because either of them cared what they were eating but because it was a way to prolong the meal. Viola was now regretting that she had insisted on meeting him at the restaurant since it meant that they had two separate cars. She didn't want this meeting to end. Should she invite him back to her place? If he was staying at Jeff Slayton's, he couldn't very well invite her back there. Anyway, he and Jeff presumably had plans.
Almost as if he were reading her mind, he said, "So, there’s this thing at Jeff’s this evening. It’s why I stayed in town after that panel discussion at the college yesterday."
"What thing is that?"
"A party. Or, a sort of gaming reunion."
"A gaming reunion?"
"It's one of those geek things," he said with a chuckle. "Internet gaming, MMOs and such. You know what those are?"
"Um, yeah. Have you forgotten how I could kick your ass at computer games a decade ago?"
"Some humiliations a man never forgets! Have you ever played Warcraft, Lord of the Rings Online, Hunt The Night City?"
"Sure. I even raid, occasionally."
"Okay, that's it, you can book the church and order the flowers. We're getting married."
She giggled. "I might have known. You writers sit alone in front of your computers all day to work, and you keep right on sitting there when you need entertainment. Am I right?"
"Pretty much."
"So you and Jeff used to game together in college?"
"Yup, but the reason we really got into it was that another of our friends, Max, is a game designer. Among other things. He worked on a couple of games so famous that even non gamers have heard of them, and later he built an empire doing software design."
"Is Max one of the guys who's going to be at this party?'
"Supposedly, but who knows, with Max. He’s kind of a phantom. Another old friend, Nick, might be there, if he's back in the country. Nick's an archaeologist who's usually out on dig somewhere. "
"So it's you, Jeff, Max, and Nick?"
"And Kate, if she can make it. She’s a theater actress in Boston, and she may be doing a play, I’m not sure. I hope she can come, since she's our main healer."
"That figures! You only let the girl gamer play if she heals?"
"I suppose you refuse to heal?"
"I like doing damage. DPS for the win!"
"Why am I not surprised?" he said, grinning. "So, do you want to come with me tonight and maybe do some damage?"
Was he inviting her to his reunion? "Sure, but, would that be appropriate? Sounds like you’re going to be partying with your old friends. I wouldn’t want to intrude on that."
"Nah, it’s fine. We're all friendly. Kate has a new guy, so you won’t be the only addition to our merry little gang. Anyway, you already know Jeff."
"Does Jeff have a girlfriend?"
"Jeff doesn’t have girlfriends; he has projects."
"Projects?"
"Sort of like fixer-upper houses? All these damaged women are attracted to Jeff. He helps them get their act together. He’s good at that. Jeff’s very calm and centered. He also collects stray dogs and cats."
"So what happens to these damaged women when he finishes fixing them up? He dumps them for the next project?"
"I think it’s more that they dump him. They spread their damaged wings and off they fly. He mopes around for a while. In fact, he’s been moping more than usual lately. A few months ago, he had an accident that really shook him up. He’s been evaluating his life, or something, ever since."
"Was that last fall? I remember seeing him on crutches, but I didn’t know him well back then."
"Yup. He was cleaning his gutters, and he fell off his roof. Fortunately, he broke his leg and not his neck. I wish he’d find a woman who’s right for him—Jeff’s a great guy who deserves to be happy."
"What about you?" she heard herself asking. Damn. How did that slip out?
He tilted his head to one side. "Are you asking if I have a girlfriend? I don’t. Last one was a few months ago. I’ve been in the throes of writing my next book. I’m behind schedule. Normally this would be 'chain me to my computer' time, but I couldn’t miss this thing with my friends, so here I am. It’s all very serendipitous, coming back to Rolling Meadows and finding you again."
As they left the restaurant, Stephen walked her to her car. He stood close by, with his hands jammed into his pockets while she unlocked it. "I’m going to help Jeff clean up his house and stock up on stuff to eat. How about if I come by your place and pick you up around six?"
This meant he would have to drive her home when the party was over. She considered telling him she would prefer to drive herself over to Jeff’s, but before she could speak, he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Just lips—no other contact. He kept his hands fisted in his jeans’ pockets as if determined not to grab her again.
But as their lips locked, heat blasted through her entire body. She held on to the door of her car to keep herself from tackling the poor guy in the parking lot. When he pulled his head back, his eyes were laughing. "I don’t know exactly what this is," he said softly, "but it’s smokin’ hot."
Chapter 8
"So have you and Stephen been seeing each other long?" asked the pretty, dark-haired woman who had been introduced to Viola as Kate Kingsley. She and Kate were in the large country kitchen of the old farmhouse in Rolling Meadows where Jeff Slayton lived. Kate was brewing a pot of tea. Viola liked her already—she was warm and friendly, and quick to laugh.
"Actually, no," Viola said. "It's sort of our first date."
"No way! He introduced you as if he'd known you for years."
"We used to know each other a long time ago. He was my father's student." And, while Kate listened with interest, she gave a brief explanation of Stephen's relationship with her father and her own fledgling friendship with him. "I was still a teenager at the time, and I regarded him as a crony of Dad's. I thought he was engaged."
Kate poured them both a cup of tea and brought them to the kitchen table. The guys were drinking beer in the living room and watching an early season baseball game on the big screen TV. "You know, I'd forgotten all about that. He was engaged for a while during our senior year." She looked thoughtful. "I was getting married right after graduation, and Stephen was briefly into the marriage thing, too. Fortunately, he came to his senses. I don't think he was ready to get married then."
Kate had married then, if Viola understood correctly. "Stephen told me about your husband's death. I was sorry to hear it. That must have been terrible for you, to lose him at such a young age."
"Yes." Her bright face had clouded, and Viola wasn't sure if she ought to have mentioned it. But after a few moments Kate added, "The guys all pitched in to take care of me when Arthur died. They were awesome; I don't know what I would have done without them. Even so, I was out of it for a long time."
"But no longer?" Viola had been much struck
by Kate's current boyfriend, Daniel, a tall, powerful man with a slightly intimidating manner. He was the producer of a TV/Internet program, Facts and Fantasies, which exposed consumer fraud and other sorts of chicanery. Viola had never seen the program, but she had heard of it. Daniel was pleasant enough, but he seemed very intense. Kate, however, was easy-going, with a light of humor dancing in her eyes, so perhaps it was a case of opposites attract.
She smiled now, casting a glance towards the living room where her lover was cheering on the Red Sox with the rest of the men. "Everything changed when Daniel came into my life," she said.
They chatted a bit, with Kate filling her in on who her old friends were and what they were like. Max and Nick hadn't shown up. Max never showed up, Kate said with a laugh, and as for Nick, no one had heard from him lately. "I think he's in Turkey. He hasn't been around much lately."
Viola was dying to ask Kate what she knew about Stephen's personal life, but she couldn't, of course. Maybe if they sat out here long enough, enjoying their woman to woman tète a tète, some interesting tidbits would emerge.
Sure enough, somewhere into their second cup of tea, Kate said, "I hope you won't be offended if I ask this, but—" she paused, wincing a bit. "No, I can't."
"Sure you can," Viola said, grinning. "I don't get offended easily, so fear not."
Kate gave her a playful smile and said, "It's just that Stephen's last girlfriend was a little, I don’t know, odd. Unconventional. Did he tell you about her?"
"Only that he hasn't had a serious girlfriend for a while. Yesterday was the first time we'd met in almost nine years, so we haven't had the time to quiz each other on our romantic history."
"He'd probably strangle me if he knew I was saying anything."
Viola laughed. She liked Kate. "Spill, girl. What was so odd about the ex?"
"Well, she was gorgeous, but that wasn't the odd thing. She had a rather unusual style. She wore those Lady Gaga-type high heels that look like torture boots. Not to mention a skimpy wardrobe that always seemed to be on the verge of malfunctioning."
Viola giggled. "I guess that's normal in certain circles."
"Yeah, she was artsy. I work in the theatre, and I am accustomed to people who express themselves in bizarre ways. Even so, Melanie was out there on the edge. Plus, she was nothing like you. I mean, I already feel as if I know you even though we've just met. You're smart and self-confident, very much your own woman. You don't seem like the type who's going to let Sir Stephen push you around." She raised an eyebrow mischievously, "Unless you want to, of course."
Viola smiled, but she felt a twinge of unease. What was she getting at? Stephen was clearly a confident male who might be a bit domineering, but there was also a lightness about him, an easy offhandedness that softened that tendency of his. "Does he like to push women around?"
Kate laughed softly, saying, "To the extent that all males like to have their own way, sure. But, no. I don't think he does. Not all the time, anyway. Despite the extreme fashion statement, though, the ex deferred to him in everything. I always got the feeling that she was barely restraining herself from bowing or dropping to her knees whenever he entered the room."
She cast Viola a glance through her lashes. There was a devilish sparkle in her eyes. Viola gathered that she was hinting at something, but she wasn't sure what.
Kate continued, "She did whatever he told her to do and never argued or raised her voice. This seemed strange to me because Stephen has a lively mind, and he’s always enjoyed a good argument."
"Maybe she was shy?"
"No, she wasn't shy. If you got her alone, she was self-assured and assertive." Kate shrugged and gave a laugh. "We couldn’t fathom what they saw in each other, so we weren't surprised when it ended."
By "we," Viola presumed she meant Stephen’s close friends. It was daunting to think that she might need to earn everybody’s trust. "Well, you did say she was gorgeous. And I guess we can’t complain too much, considering that we don’t exactly ignore the hotness factor ourselves when weighing our options."
"True, that. Anyway," Kate went on, "Ancient history now. I’m sorry for gossiping. I don’t usually, truly! It's just that it's so nice to have another woman to talk to for a change. Usually it's just me and the guys."
Time, Viola decided, for a diplomatic change of the subject. "Stephen told me you game with them?"
"Yup. After Arthur died they finally let me into their little gaming club. Dragged me in, actually, because I wasn't the least bit interested. But I eventually got into it."
"I love internet gaming. Stephen told me you might let me play with you tonight."
"That would be awesome." Kate put a friendly hand on her forearm and squeezed. "Don’t be surprised if there isn’t any actual gaming, though. Usually when we get together we all start reminiscing and catching up on one another’s lives, and the time just flies by. Sometimes I think the gaming is just an excuse to stay in touch."
As it turned out, Kate was right. It was a fun party. She liked Stephen's friends, who were a boisterous, lively crew. They had a cookout on Jeff's back terrace with a lot of jokes and good conversation, but they never did get around to gaming.
Chapter 9
Stephen pulled the car into her driveway, cut the engine, and turned to her. He made no move to get out of the car, but it didn't look as if he was waiting for her to leave, either. "So," he said, giving her one of his luscious smiles.
"Did Jeff give you a curfew?"
"He gave me his spare key and told me to have fun." Another smile, but no follow up.
He was going to make her say it. Maybe it was because of what had happened in the elevator? Apart from that brief kiss in the restaurant parking lot and a few light caresses this evening at Jeff’s, he had kept his distance. Even though he had kept shooting her smoldering glances that seemed to say, "Just wait 'til I get you home, baby."
She began to laugh. "You're gonna make me do this, aren't you?"
"Yup." His green eyes twinkled at her. "Feminist prerogative and all that."
She rolled her eyes. "Would you, Mr. Silkwood, like to come in?"
"I would. Very much."
The look they exchanged was heated, and Viola’s innards produced more of those pleasurable little pulses. "Okay. Um, good."
"I don’t suppose," he said wistfully as they got out of the car, "You still have that hot pink bikini?"
"You remember the color of the bikini I wore nine years ago but you didn’t remember my face when you sat down beside me yesterday?"
He laughed. "I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?"
"Not in this lifetime, no."
A few moments later Viola was on her front porch unlocking the door to her rented house while Stephen hovered beside her, all tall and hunky and sex-godelicious. He followed her in. She closed the door and was reaching for the light switch when Stephen said in an impossibly erotic growl, "At last." And then he was on her.
Viola let out a soft whimper of surprise as he pressed her back against the door and took possession of her mouth. As her hands came up to do something—she wasn't sure what—probably grab him and drag him even closer, he caught both of her wrists and pinioned her arms against the door. She twisted her wrists against the fingers that held them, but he didn't let go.
Arousal surged in her. Arousal and a trace of fear? It was dark and they were all alone here.
Fuck that, she told herself. This is not some stranger. It's Stephen.
"It's okay," he said. His voice was like a drug, and all her instinctive resistance fell away. The slight constriction at her wrists began to feel exciting. In another moment, though, he released her hands and moved her gently away from the door. "Where's your bedroom? Upstairs?"
She shook her head, and he held her against him, his forehead pressed to hers. She could feel his rapid breathing and the thump of his heart against her breasts. "Am I going too fast? We won't do anything you don't want to do."
"I'm good. I
want to. Don't stop."
"You were shaking your head. That wasn't a no?"
It had been such a slight shake of her head. She liked that he was paying such close attention to her signals. It made her feel safe. "That was about my bedroom. It's not upstairs, it's on this floor. I'll show you."
She lived on the outskirts of town in a renovated 19th century farmhouse. As she led him hand in hand toward the back of the house, she could see him looking at the antique furniture, the 18th century reproductions on the walls, and the bookcases overflowing with hardback volumes. "This is quite a place. Do you own it?"
"No. I'm renting it from a colleague who's on sabbatical this year. I couldn't afford a house like this."
Her bedroom was in the back on the other side of the hall from the renovated kitchen. It was a pleasant room with a huge brick hearth on the far wall. "I love the fireplace. That's why I chose this room for my bedroom. It used to be the kitchen, years ago. Its other advantage is that it gets the afternoon sun."
"Would you like me to build a fire?" he asked, looking at the hearth.
"I think you already have."
He gave her the sweetest smile. "I like your bed." He nodded at the old-fashioned brass frame bedstead situated across from the hearth. He sauntered over to it and fingered one of the rails, looking thoughtful. Grasping the foot rail more firmly, he gave it a tug, as if testing how stable it was. His smile deepened, turning from sweet to wickedly suggestive. "Come here, Professor."
She sensed that if she obeyed this order, he would take over completely. Which would be hot…very hot…but was that what she wanted? She was no longer the inexperienced girl she had been nine years ago.
"In a minute," she said, and keeping eye contract, she began slowly undoing the tiny buttons on the front of her dress.
She heard him suck in his breath as her hands moved lower and lower and the silk fabric opened more widely, revealing her best underwear—the sexy bra and panty set she’d ordered from an online lingerie shop but hadn’t had any occasion to wear. When all the buttons were undone, she shimmied out of it, which was only spoiled a little bit when she caught one of her stiletto heels in the hem as she tried to step out.