A Gentleman's Affair

by Linn, A. J.

  Now I just need to get through this lunch for the crew today and get home.

  I leave Scarlett a short voicemail with yet another plea for a return call. Surely after hearing Danielle’s confession, she isn’t upset with me anymore. Her silence tells me that she is, though. Fuck. Not a lot I can do from here.

  I head out for a head-clearing run before the barbeque. Today is much too important to rush through and I will not give Danielle the satisfaction of ruining this for me as well. I have worked too hard for too long, and I plan on soaking up every single moment as the crew and I celebrate.

  Always thankful every time the wheels touch down at LAX. I hate flying.

  The cab drops me off at La Fuga and, after giving the driver a hearty tip, I take my bag and go inside, straight to my office where Patrice greets me with a warm smile. A friendly face. It’s good to be home.

  After filling her in on everything, and I do mean everything, I walk into my office, going straight to my computer. Hoping that, since Scarlett won’t return my calls, maybe she decided to send an email.

  Nothing. This is getting ridiculous.

  Frustrated, I walk back out to the reception area, asking Patrice if we have a home address for her. She shakes her head and suggests that I try her office and hands me her business card with the address. Duh. Why didn’t I think of that?

  I decide to take out the McLaren and give my Hummer a rest. I am in a particularly showy mood today. Taking my bad-ass sports car and my new found confidence with me, I drive to Scarlett’s office in Fullerton.

  Enough of this shit. Time to win back my girl.

  I walk right into the office and am greeted by a receptionist. Great. I have to get past her.

  “Donovan Hart for Miss Montgomery.” I nod, flashing my flirtiest grin in an attempt to win her over and get my foot inside of Scarlett’s office that much easier.

  “Is she expecting you?” she asks, smiling and flushed, as she checks the appointment book.

  “No, but I am her biggest client. I have a feeling that she may want to see me.” I wink.

  “Of course, Mr. Hart.” She stands and makes her way to Scarlett’s door, not realizing that I am following close behind.

  She knocks before entering and as she pushes the door open, I swiftly move past her and into the office.

  “I will take it from here,” I add with a wink, closing the door.

  Scarlett quickly jumps up in protest from behind the large white desk, ordering me to leave. I take a quick moment to notice the sexy, curve-hugging white dress that she’s wearing today, before pleading my case.

  She always looks like a goddess. But I digress.

  “Just hear me out at least,” I say, sitting down in the chair in front of her desk. “Please.” I nod at her chair, urging her to sit back down.

  “Fine. You have five minutes, which is more than you deserve,” she snaps.

  “Why? Explain to me why you have ignored all of my attempts to talk to you. I know that you heard Danielle’s message. You know the truth, so why won’t you at least talk to me?”

  “Yes, I heard the voicemail. So?” she snarls.

  “So? So…that proves that I did nothing wrong,” I add.

  “Really? Did you pay her to say that?”

  Fuck. Is she serious? “No. Everything that she said was true.” I nod slowly. “She set me up…set us up, rather. You really don’t believe it?”

  Suddenly she stands up in a huff and walks towards the door. “Your five minutes are up,” she snaps again, ignoring everything that I said as she reaches for the doorknob. I stand and walk toward her, shaking my head and smirking.

  “I have three minutes left,” I say, reaching for her hand, but she snaps it behind her back, glaring at me. “Come back and sit down and listen to me,” I say calmly as I place my hand on the small of her back, urging her back towards the desk.

  “Listen to what? I’ve heard and seen more than enough.” She moves away from me, standing with her hands on her hips, giving me a death glare.

  “What you saw that night was not in any way, shape or form, what went on. As you are now well aware, my insane ex-girlfriend, slipped something into my drink and sent you that text message in order to get you back to the room and see us in bed together.” I take in a deep breath before continuing, “Do you really believe that I would do something like that?” Exhales…

  “No. But how well do I really know you, Donovan? Explain what she was even doing in the suite,” she says, her brow now raised, death glare still in full effect.

  “Now, that’s where I fucked up.” I shake my head, then continue, “She came to my suite claiming that her mother was ill and needed to talk. I tried to make her leave, but she just wasn’t going to go away until I talked to her. So, like an ass, I let her in. She obviously slipped the shit into my drink while I was in the bathroom changing my shirt.”

  Fuck. I wouldn’t believe this shit if I hadn’t lived it myself.

  “Like an ass.” She nods in full agreement. “You said it, not me.” She smirks.

  I’ll take that smirk and raise you a sexy grin.

  “I fucked up big. But in my defense…how was I supposed to know what she was planning?” Flashing her my baby green-blues, I step forward and slide my arms around her waist.

  “Not so fast, mister. So…nothing happened?” I can see that she is now fighting the urge to touch me. She almost did. Almost…

  “Nothing.” I shake my head. “Other than me being manipulated, drugged, and almost losing you.” I lift my hand to her face, sweeping a lock of stray hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear.

  She looks down as she slides her hands up my arms, then to my shoulders. She inches closer, resting her head against my chest, finally wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “I’m so sorry, Donovan,” she whispers as she pulls me closer.

  “For?” I reply, confused.

  “For not giving you the chance to explain sooner.”

  “You have nothing to apologize for. I would have reacted the same, had I been in your position.” I pull back, gazing into her forgiving eyes, cupping her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “I am the one who should be apologizing here,” I add, before moving in for a kiss.

  “True,” she giggles before meeting my lips for that kiss, turning it into more of a make-out session.

  “And, just so you know…she won’t be bothering us ever again. I made sure of that,” I flash her a reassuring grin.

  “Why? Did you kill her or something?” She smirks.

  “Um, close. But no.” I return the smirk. “Let’s just say that I gave her a pretty strong warning and leave it at that.” I wink, then kiss her again, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Let’s hope.” She manages a smile, but I can see that she’s obviously still a little wary.

  “No need to worry, baby girl, I’ve got this.”

  Chapter Twenty-one

  ~Ain’t love grand?~

  “Donovan…I need to tell you something.” Her face falls, and her smile turns to a frown.

  “What is it?” I ask, concerned. Fuck, no more drama, please…

  “I’m starving,” she giggles. Pulling away, she walks to her desk, grabbing her purse. “Take me to lunch?”

  “Fuck,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I think I can handle that.” I hold out my hand, and we leave her office.

  “I don’t think I’ve eaten since Vegas,” she admits as we walk outside to my car.

  “I know the feeling,” I lead her to the McLaren, watching as her jaw drops at the sight of it.

  “This is yours?” She drools as she gets in the front seat.

  “It is.” I smirk, firing up the engine, pulling away from the curb. “Impressed?” I tease, knowing that she really could care less what I drive.

  “Oh yeah…Mr. Moneybags,” she teases right back, placing her hand on my thigh as we get on the freeway.

  “Hilarious,” I chuckle, placing my hand on top
of hers. “What do you feel like eating?”

  “Um…well…you really wanna know?” she says suggestively, giving my thigh a strong yet playful squeeze that I feel shoot straight to my now twitching dick.

  I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to wreck the pride and joy that is my McLaren, before answering… “What? Did you say something?” I say with a smirk.

  “I was talking about dessert…but for now, maybe a burger?” She winks.

  “Sounds good…the dessert I mean.” I shoot her a sly smile as I pull off the highway, heading towards In and Out Burger.

  “You know, I’m sorry I missed the barbeque yesterday. How was it?” she asks, smiling.

  “It went really well and no more apologies, agreed?” I bring her hand to my lips, placing a soft kiss on it before continuing. “I wish that you would’ve had the chance to see it.”

  “Oh, I saw it.”

  “You did? When?” I ask, brow raised.

  “I had the cab driver take me by on my way to the airport the other night…uh, morning rather.”

  “And? What did you think?”

  “Well, at that particular moment, all I could think of was jumping out of the cab and burning it to the ground,” she laughs. “But seriously, it looks pretty amazing, Donovan. I’m really proud of you for going after your dream.”

  Proud of me? Words that I have waited to hear my dad say to me for so long now, but know that I never will. But coming from her, it means almost as much.

  “Well, thank you for that, and thank you for not burning it to the ground.” I smirk.

  “Well, next time you won’t be so lucky.” She winks playfully.

  “I told you…there won’t be a next time, baby.”

  After lunch, we head straight to La Fuga. The painters start today, and Scarlett was supposed to meet them there over an hour ago.

  When we get inside, we see Patrice standing in the lobby monitoring the situation. What would I do without her? Always on top of things.

  “It’s about time you showed up, sire. Just look at your castle now,” she shifts her eyes in the direction of the freshly painted wall before rolling them at me. “Hello Scarlett. It’s good to see you again.”

  Scarlett says “Hello” back, and they exchange smiles…not to mention knowing nods.

  “What was that?” my eyes moving between the two of them, wondering what the fuck that was about.

  “Oh, nothing,” they answer simultaneously, followed with a laugh.

  “Fuck you both.” I smirk. “I see that you two have suddenly become best friends?”

  “Anyways…do you like the color of the paint, Donovan?” Scarlett quickly redirects the conversation.

  “I do, very much,” I reply, still suspicious of the newfound friendship between them.

  “Did you still want me to take a look at that thing in the penthouse?” Scarlett asks, with a wink. And I am quickly reminded of her not-so-subtle remark regarding “dessert”.

  “Oh, yes…the thing, in my penthouse.” I grin. “Are you alright here, Patrice?”

  “Uh, yeah. You two go ahead. Take care of that ‘thing’…” she laughs, shaking her head at us, watching until we disappear down the corridor in the direction of my private elevator.

  Both of us now laughing and smirking at Patrice’s remark, the elevator doors open, and we walk in. But the smirks quickly turn to a heated gaze.

  Scarlett moves in close, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator as she slides her hands up my chest, eyes begging to be kissed. Placing my arms around her waist, I do just that.

  But the kiss is quickly interrupted by the doors abruptly opening at my floor. I pull away, taking her hand as we exit, walking into the foyer.

  “Time for dessert, baby girl,” I wink at her as she giggles. Oh, that giggle…and I lead her straight to the bedroom.

  “Ooohhh…” Her eyes are bright and wide at the prospect. “With whipped cream and a cherry on top?” She playfully bats her eyelashes…

  “Yes, baby. I’m the whipped cream, and you are the cherry.” I smirk. “Now, all I want to hear from that mouth is you moaning.”

  “No screaming?” She giggles. And I pick her up and carry her the rest of the way to the bedroom, lying her down on the bed.

  “Well, that too,” I add grinning widely. A sultry wink ensues as I eagerly join her in my bed, carefully laying my body on top of hers.

  Our eyes are now fixed on one another’s, our desire for each other finally apparent. This is it. For two long months I have dreamed about, i.e.: masturbated to the thought of, this happening.

  Fucking rules.

  She wraps her arms around my neck as I lean in for what I intend to be one long, passionate kiss. It doesn’t take long for my cock to realize that this won’t be another “solo” effort. This time, there will actually be a girl involved.

  We are both elated.

  Our lips still locked in a heated kiss, I decide that it’s time to get this show on the road. One hand is buried in her hair at the nape of her neck, the other is making its way up the soft skin of her long, bronzed leg.

  She begins to moan as my hand reaches her thigh. Mmm. To hear her moaning, in my bed no less. Elated seems like such a small word for what I’m feeling now.

  Our clothes now being the only thing standing between us getting to where we both want to be, I break the kiss just long enough to slide that white dress off of her toned, beautiful body.

  She quickly reciprocates, as she removes my shirt. Her eyes lock on mine as she undoes my pants and pushes them down as far as she can get them. I pull a quick MacGyver-like move, kicking them off the rest of the way and, without missing a beat, I quickly move back on top of her, returning my lips to hers.

  My hand moves slowly down her body, making its first stop at her perfect breasts. Her nipples are already erect and begging to be played with, and I am more than happy to give them what they want.

  She moans softly as I roll one nipple, then the other, between my thumb and forefinger. I break the kiss again, but only long enough to give each nipple more attention…my tongue swirling, licking, devouring those “pert” sweet desserts of hers.

  My hand continues down, gliding across her stomach, as it finally makes its way between her legs, or as I like to call it, "heaven on earth". Her legs instinctively fall open allowing my fingers the access they crave.

  I slip a finger deep inside of her, and she responds with a soft moan as her hips start to move against the rhythm of my thrusts. In no time, I slide in a second finger and begin to fuck her slowly at first, allowing her body’s movements to guide me along.

  The moans, hip rolls and all that delicious gyrating only urges me to move my thumb to her clit, now throbbing and begging to get in the game. My cock is bursting at the seams to get involved, but a true gentleman always takes care of his lady first.

  My fingers continue to thrust in and out of her but more furiously now. And that, combined with my thumb applying just the right pressure to her clit, pushes her to a delicious body-convulsing orgasm, accompanied with more moans, loud screams, and the writhing of her beautiful body all over my bed, nearly destroying the sheets.

  I give her a moment to recover but am now greedy to be inside of her. So I position myself between her long, toned legs, lean in for an intense deep kiss, and slide my insanely hard cock deep inside of her. She wraps her legs tight around my waist as our bodies begin to move slowly together. Now I know just what heaven feels like.

  Scarlett is heaven.

  Heavy breathing ensues. Christ this feels good. Next time I decide to take a sexual hiatus, someone please stop me. Or kill me for being so fucking stupid. But again, I digress.

  Back to the naked girl in my bed…

  Her soft hands glide through my hair then down the back of my neck. My thrusts are slow and methodical at first, her hips roll deliciously in response. I feel her nails dig deep into my skin, dragging long scratches down my back as her body cries out fo
r more.

  And I give her more. Much more.

  There is only one thing that can follow an afternoon filled with hot sex: sleep.

  We wake up, arms and legs still strategically wrapped around one another’s, my mind—and hopefully hers—still reeling from our steamy afternoon tryst.

  “Donovan, what are you thinking right now?” she whispers, as we lie together in my dark bedroom.

  “Honestly?”

  “No, please lie to me.” She giggles.

  “Hilarious.” I smirk. “I’m thinking,” I glance over at the time on the clock on my wall adjacent to my bed and say, “that its way past my feeding time. Are you hungry?”

  “Always.” She winks at me as she sits up. “You know me.”

  “Join me in a shower first?” I get out of bed, making my way to the bathroom, and checking over my shoulder to make sure that she’s following.

  “Okay. But I can’t get my face wet, I don’t have my make-up bag with me,” she laughs, stepping into the shower with me.

  “Like you need any of that shit anyway, baby.” I shake my head, leaning down to turn on the water.

  “Yeah, you don’t want to see me without it. Very scary,” she teases, nodding her head.

  “Oh, I can just imagine…” And I spin her around under the spray of the showerhead, making sure that her entire face gets showered with the warm water.

  “Fuck…Donovan!” she screams out, trying to get control of the mascara that is now streaming down her cheeks.

  “I’m sorry?” I laugh. Grabbing a washcloth, I pour face cleanser on it then gently remove any sign of smeared mascara. “There. All better.”

  She blinks open her eyes and glares up at me and the shit-eating grin that I have plastered across my face.

  “Now look at me.” She drops her head in a pout.

  “You are exquisite,” I respond, lifting her chin and forcing her eyes to meet mine again. “Absolutely perfect…just like this.”

  I lean in for a kiss, as an offer of apology, for “ruining”—her words, not mine—her makeup. After about ten minutes, she decides to forgive me.