Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  “What, you’re grilling me now?”

  “Come on; give me some general information about your dad. Likes and dislikes. I’m serious.”

  “Okay then. He’s not a complicated man, a hardworking, middle-class guy. He enjoys gardening and isn’t big on eating out too much.” Adam stops me.

  “So why are we meeting him at a restaurant then? He could’ve come to my place or even yours if it was easier.” He sounds a little annoyed. I continue, ignoring his tone.

  “But he does like the French toast at the restaurant we are going to, a lot.”

  “Oh, I see. Good idea then.” He sounds calm again.

  “He enjoys watching horse races and hockey games during the playoffs. Like I said, he’s not complicated.” I was going to add “like you” but I don’t want to annoy him before he meets my dad. “You two have something in common, my dad also loves horses.” Adam smiles over at me.

  We continue our drive in silence as I see Adam lost in thought. I think to myself he is likely role-playing the breakfast in his head. He always needs to be in control. We arrive early, which makes Adam happy. The hostess tells us, “You’re the first to arrive. Come this way please.” We follow her to a nice booth off to the side and sit on the side facing the entrance so I can see my dad come in.

  Adam looks at the menu quickly and then at me. “So what does your dad know about us?”

  “He knows we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now, and that’s all.”

  “Really? He hasn’t asked if I have job or anything like that?”

  “Well yes, I told him you were a lawyer but didn’t go into detail about how you’re a very rich and successful one.” Even Adam has to laugh as he hears the sarcasm in my last few words.

  “Okay, I get it,” he replies. The waiter comes over and we order a pot of coffee for the table. When he comes back with three cups I see my dad standing at the hostess station. He is wearing khaki pants and a shirt, which is dressed up for him. I can tell he wants to make a good impression and so does Adam, so we are off to a good start. I jump out of my seat and walk towards my dad. He gives me a big hug. I turn to see Adam standing and waiting for us to come back to the table.

  “Dad, this is Adam Stone.”

  My dad extends his hand. “Nice to meet you Adam, I have heard some nice things about you from Vee.”

  Adam takes his hand and gives him a good solid handshake. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cole.”

  Hearing Adam call anyone Mister sounds unnatural to me, as it probably is for him to say it, but he is showing respect for which I am grateful.

  My dad quickly corrects him, “Please call me Lloyd. All my friends call me that.” So far so good, I think. My dad sits across from us as the waiter comes back with coffee, cream, milk, and sugar for the table. We place our order, which is simple as we’re all having the French toast with turkey bacon.

  “I hear you like horses,” Adam says to my dad.

  “Yes, I do. They’re beautiful animals. I like horse racing as well.”

  “Well if you’re interested perhaps we can go to the races sometime. I may be able to get us some tickets to one of the bigger ones.” I know the word “may” doesn’t exist in his world and this means he has a connection and will get us box seats. I notice he says nothing about the family horse farm, wanting to remain modest I suppose.

  My dad smiles and happily says, “Yes that would be great if you can. Of course I’ll pay for my ticket.”

  “Let me see what I can get and we’ll get back to you, okay?” Adam continues to be modest.

  “Yes, thanks.” I can see excitement in my dad’s face.

  “How’s the garden dad? What have you planted?”

  “This year I planted cabbage, carrots, and lots of tomatoes. I brought you some, they’re in the car. I’ll plant some squash soon too.”

  “That keeps you pretty busy doesn’t it?” I say.

  “When the weather is good I am out there most of the day.” The waiter returns with our food. I must admit the French toast is good here and I remember why my dad likes it so much. The conversation continues when my dad asks Adam, “So I hear you’re a lawyer? What type of law? I guess it makes for a good match, with Vee being a paralegal.” I gotta love my dad.

  “It’s all corporate law. Lots of contract negotiations that kind of stuff and yes, it is helpful that Violet is a paralegal so she understands a great deal of what I do.” My inside voice says, I really don’t have a clue what he does as most of it is confidential. My outside face is smiling at both of them.

  My dad asks Adam, “What hobbies do you have?”

  “I like to golf, sail when I can, and enjoy driving. I used to play a lot of tennis, but not so much now.”

  I join in. “Adam has a lot of sailing trophies from his university days.”

  “That’s great Adam. You should do it more if you enjoy it,” my dad tells him.

  “I do when I vacation, but it was also the team part I enjoyed back then.”

  The waiter comes back and seems impressed that all our plates are clean. He asks, “Can I offer you some more coffee or anything else?” We all shake our heads no at the same time.

  “We just need the bill please,” I say. The waiter comes back with the bill and as I try to grab it, so do both Adam and my dad. We all have to laugh. “Dad, Adam, please let me get this. I have my two favorite people here with me so please just let me pay.” Neither is in a position to argue further and I pay the bill returning the payment machine to the waiter who thanks me. We get up to leave the restaurant. I look at Adam and smile as I walk up to my dad and take his arm. Adam doesn’t seem to mind at all, as I look back and see his kind face looking at the two of us who are now walking ahead of him.

  “What do you think Dad?”

  “Nice guy, I like him. I think he likes you a lot too. He keeps a close eye on you. He looks at you a lot you when you’re not looking. He is quite attentive around you, I can tell. That’s a very good sign.” I squeeze my dad’s arm as we wait for Adam to catch up to us before we press the elevator button and walk my dad back to his car. He hands me a brown bag of tomatoes. I hug my dad goodbye and thank him for the bag. Adam steps forward and shakes my dad’s hand. We walk back to his car hand in hand.

  “What did you think?” I ask him.

  “He is a solid guy and I can tell he is a great dad. You’re very lucky. I like him very much, just like his daughter.”

  “Good. Families can be very supportive you know. My dad and I pulled together when my mother died. We’re closer now than ever.” I want him to know how great family can be. “I wish you could have met my mother. You would have loved her. I could see the two of you exchanging recipes in the kitchen.” The thought of that warms me to the very core. I then tell him, “My dad really likes you too. Thanks for giving us a little space back there, I appreciate it.”

  “Well he’s the only man I’m willing to share you with, understood?”

  “I do, yes.” I stand on tiptoes to kiss his lips before we get into the car. I’m so happy. On the drive back I ask him, “What’s your travel schedule like this week?”

  “I have good news. I’m in town Monday through Wednesday this week.” Yippee! I think.

  “When were you going to tell me?” I hit his arm as I say this.

  “This only just happened. When you were walking with your dad I got an email, we’re moving some meetings around. There’s some more information we are waiting for from the other party of the merger, so I’ll be home until Wednesday. The bad news is, I don’t fly back until Saturday morning and I know we have your friend’s cottage next weekend.” I sigh, having temporarily forgotten about Ann’s gathering. The selfish side of me is happy that I will get to see him for a few more days.

  “Does that mean I have tonight and Monday and Tuesday night as well?”

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nbsp; “Yes, tonight and Monday. It’s probably best that I go home and do some prep on Tuesday night. We are in a detailed phase, so I need to be fully aware of the current situation so I can answer any questions with confidence.” I know a lot of his success is his ability to take the time to prepare and run through scenarios, anticipating what might be asked, what he might suggest and courses of actions they should take. He’s an overachiever with lots of self-control, I remind myself.

  “Are you suggesting staying at my place tonight and tomorrow then?”

  “Yes, I am, if you’ll have me. It will be more convenient for both of us to get to and from work than my place. Plus, we’ll have more quality time together with the shorter commute.”

  He thinks of everything. I reply, feeling happy, “Yes, of course. It’s a great idea. I look forward to seeing what you put in your overnight bag. And when you say quality time, don’t you mean sex time?” I’m beaming with delight at the thought of having two more nights with him.

  “Yes, sex is quality time,” he laughs.

  We spend the day at his place and it’s about 8 when we leave for mine. He has a laptop bag, suit bag with two suits and two shirts and ties for Monday and Tuesday and a small overnight bag with socks, underwear, and toiletries. I’m so excited I can hardly contain myself. As we walk into my apartment, I turn on the hall light. The space feels so small compared to Adam’s home. It’s cozy, neat and tidy, and warm and is decorated with photos and personal items, unlike his place. I take his suit bag from him and put it in the spare bedroom closet. I find him walking around the place before he sits down on the sofa. “Your place has personality, Violet. It’s warm and inviting.”

  “It’s also significantly smaller than your place and with far fewer luxuries. If you want, I can help make your place cozier. The photo in your office was a good start.”

  “Okay, I’d like that. Speaking of which, here’s a key for you. You know the alarm code already.”

  “Wow, a key to your place. That must be a big step for you?”

  “It’s a giant leap of faith in you Violet. Joking aside, it really is a huge step forward for me, I hope you know that.”

  “I do sweetheart. This gesture means a lot to me.” I lean in to kiss him.

  I leave the room feeling elated and come back with some family photo albums. It’s worth a try. We sit for over an hour going through photos. We laugh at some of my bad haircuts and I well up at some of the photos of my mother. He understands and just hugs me. I’m okay though because I have so many happy memories with her. I explain the photos to him and he seems totally engrossed in what I say. I show him Christmas photos with presents piled under a tree and dinner photos with cousins, aunts and uncles. I tell him funny stories about some of my family members, including my uncle who always farts at the dinner table. He laughs out loud which makes me laugh harder. As I close the last album of the four I tell him, “All of these photos and stories have helped shaped me into the person I am today. Love and family are so important.”

  “Thanks for sharing your past with me. It does look very happy. You were one of the lucky ones, Violet. I know your good nature and kind heart is because of where you come from. I get that. I don’t want to debate my life with you, but you have to know that things are not always the same for everyone. We just can’t all be alike.”

  I know he is referring to his own demons that condemn him to being single for the rest of his life. Family and love is too risky, too fragile, I remember his words. I am not giving up though. I’ll just have to keep trying. Like he said, time will tell. I change course, as I know this conversation is over so I ask, “Do you want some wine? I still have the two bottles you brought last weekend.”

  “Yes, that would be nice.” He seems quite comfortable which makes me happy.

  I hand Adam his glass as I sit down beside him. “Well, how do you feel?”

  “Great. Why do you ask?”

  “This is new for both of us surely. You at my place for two nights with an overnight bag plus you just gave me a key to your place. This is a big deal.”

  “Yes, a new experience for me. I have never spent the night at a woman’s apartment, but you are not just any woman Violet. You are special.” I wish he would just tell me he loves me. Why can’t he say it? My inner voice hisses at me, stop being naïve, he doesn’t know how to love you. I shut her down quickly.

  “I’m glad. It makes me feel good inside that we can go through these experiences together. I’m very excited about having you here for two whole nights.”

  I put on a CD softly in the background. My head moves to the music every now and then. Adam puts down his glass and pulls me on his lap. We cuddle for a while before his hands begin to roam and explore my body. He pulls my shirt out of my pants and, starting at the top, slowly undoes a button. He looks at me after the first button with a very sly “Look what I just did” expression. When he moves to the next button, he looks at me as if to ask permission, but I know even if I said no he would just continue. And besides, there’s no way I’m going to slow this down. After all of my buttons are opened, he gently fondles my breasts and starts to kiss me. I can feel his hard cock beneath me. The hot rushes flare through my body. I pull at his hair as I push my lips harder against his. He moves his hand down to undo my jeans. He puts one hand under my bum and stands me up suddenly. “Take them off,” he orders. I quickly obey and remove my jeans and my shirt leaving me in only my bra and panties.

  He pulls me back down on his lap and starts to touch all of my bare skin in that way where he barely touches me. We can both see the goose bumps forming everywhere and my nipples are about to burst through my bra. He notices this and asks, “Am I getting you excited?” Biting my lip, I look at him and nod very affirmatively. He reaches behind me and undoes my bra with that quick snap of his fingers. “You have great nipples,” he says as he gives one a little pinch.

  “Ahh!” I cry out. This excites me further. He slowly slides his fingers down my stomach and inside the top of my panties until he reaches the waiting wetness. I moan as I feel his finger move inside of me. My head tilts back, it feels so good.

  He watches my expressions of bliss intensely. “I like watching you like this, you under my control. You look so fucking hot.” His lips press down hard on mine as the last word escapes them. He turns me over so my knees are on the sofa and my arms are leaning against the arm of it. I am panting now waiting for his next move. I can hear his belt clink as he undoes it to get out of his pants. I can feel his hand on the middle of my back as I look back to see him holding his cock, getting ready to plunge into me. He gives me a grin, which makes him look sinister and very sexy in the dim light. He suddenly pushes my back downward, tilting my hips up to receive his hard waiting cock. The dance begins. Three, no, four hard thrusts follow immediately. I can’t help but moan, which eggs him on as he thrusts harder the next few times. I look back through my hair hanging in my face and can see his sexy muscular thighs. One leg is bent on the sofa and the other in a standing position giving him all the leverage he needs to fuck me hard. He looks powerful in this position as he fucks me harder and harder like he owns me. My body moves, hitting the arm of the sofa. The sight of him has quickened my desire to come. He keeps moving inside of me. Every now and then I turn my head to watch his muscular legs assist his plunging. He is very powerful indeed. I try to hold off by looking forward again. His hands are squeezing my hips now, he is getting close, I think. I so want to last longer but I can’t. I scream out like a wild animal as I come, “Ahhhh! Oh, Adam!” It’s not long after that I can feel Adam release all of himself. I am breathless when I say, “Wow.” Adam pulls out of me slowly and is nodding his head. He too is breathless. We spend a few minutes catching our breath before we move to get ready for bed.

  I’m sitting on my bed when Adam comes into the room having just finished brushing his teeth. He jumps into the bed beside me and pulls me
close to him. “What time do you want to get up?” I ask.

  “5:30 should be good.”

  “5:30? Why so early?”

  “Hey, that’s thirty minutes later than normal for me.”

  “Oh, so are you driving to work then?”

  “Yes. I have a parking spot at the office.”

  “Of course you do. Does a little man come out and park it for you too?” I ask dryly, he laughs hearing the sarcasm in my voice. I then say. “5:30 it is then? Do you eat breakfast in the morning during the week?” I realize I have so many questions as we have never been together on a workday.

  “Just set the alarm and I’ll take it from there. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He checks his Blackberry and I set a second alarm for me at 6:30, although I am pretty sure I’ll just get up with him. I think I’ll sleep very well with Adam Stone in my bed, in my apartment. The first man I have ever brought here this way. What a milestone, I think as I fall into a deep comfortable sleep.

  Adam’s alarm goes off first followed by the one I set for him only seconds after. He quickly turns his off as I reach over to turn off mine. He kisses me quickly before he leaves the bed to shower. Having slept soundly, the earlier wake up time isn’t so bad. I get up and head into the kitchen to make coffee. I have converted from a tea drinker to a coffee drinker because of Adam’s excellent coffee. I set the pot to brew and sit at the dining table waiting for Adam to get out of the shower. He comes out with my pink towel wrapped around his sexy hips. How does he look so hot this early in the morning and in a pink towel, I think to myself. It’s then I realize I’d forgotten to give him his own towel.

  “I’m sorry, Adam. I forgot to give you your own towel and a washcloth. I’m a terrible host.”

  “No problem, I like this one. I think pink is a good color for me don’t you? I used the fluffy thing in the shower to wash with. I hope that’s okay.”

  “Yes, that’s fine.” I have to smile at how cheery he is for this time of day. He comes over to me and kisses the top of my head before he sits down. His flat stomach, narrow hips, and his exposed legs make him very desirable. I am tempted but hesitate as I don’t know his morning routine or his schedule. So I ask, “When’s your first meeting?”