by Adler
Chapter 21
The black town car lets us off at another mega mansion in Rancho Mirage, just a short ride from the gorgeous estate at which we are staying. Clarke’s mystery celebrity has invited us to an exclusive industry event in Palm Desert. Yes, the same one whose massive estate we are enjoying for the weekend. No word from Harrison. I am starting to get a little unnerved and worried. I know that he said that he can’t tell me every detail of what is going on and that he needs to stay low, but I am missing him intensely. His touch, his lips, that body, and his power all linger in my mind. That, and the way he controls every fiber of my being with his touch and his tongue. I feel my face warming just from my thoughts. My mind has a way of being naughty at the most inopportune times.
Clarke and I come to the door of a large estate, with wrap around decks. There seems to be quite a lot of people here –Gorgeous people, from the looks of it. Clarke knocks on the door. No one answers. Loud, exotic house music pumps throughout the entire estate. .
Clarke gives me a jab in the waist with her finger.
“Dani, breathe! We are good friends of Blaine Ford, remember!” She knows me so well. I was holding my breath, which is an old habit of mine whenever I get nervous.
“Okay, whatever you say, Clarke. I am game. Ready to play and lose myself tonight!” I am trying to muster up the old party girl inside of myself. She has not been out to play in literally years.
“Has Harrison called you or texted yet!?”
“No. Nothing. Silence.” I wish she would stop asking me.
“Forget it Dani. I am sure there will be plenty of tall, dark hotties swarming the joint to take your mind off Towers.”
Clarke knocks on the door again.
“Well, aren’t you going to open the damn thing, Clarke?”
“Shit, Dani. What do we do, just let ourselves in?”
“Do you really think anyone is going to hear us knock over the sounds of exotic techno?” Ugh. “Here, let me go in first.” Sometimes she just exasperates me.
Here we go, as I turn the large, decorative metal handle of the double, oversize, European door. I wouldn’t expect anything less of this Tuscan Estate in the hills. As we go inside, I appreciate how the entrance is bedecked with wall to wall mirrors and gorgeous artwork. I catch my reflection in one of the larger mirrors, and I am surprised at how sexy I look. Clarke and I are wearing the tight-fitting cocktail dresses that we found on El Paseo Drive. Mine, a chocolate-brown sequin dress, with gold flecks, which I’ve paired with sky-high turquoise stilettos, peach-glossed lips and a gold necklace. Clarke’s red hair looks radiant next to her midnight-blue, short, strapless dress. Her red-stained lips and strappy, silver stilettos scream out ‘wardrobe diva’.
We are decked-out and ready to get into some mischief! I keep reminding myself to get into the party mind set! I know that Clarke is ready to mingle.
As we walk through the hallway to the great room, the exotic house music vibrates straight through my body. I feel a sense of instant sensuality. From where I am standing, I see lit candles everywhere, and from the looks of things, there are several bars and a gorgeous staff.
There’s the typical male mix of Hollywood big wigs, probably 20 percent of which Clarke has “entertained”. This should be amusing, to say the least. I see Clarke out of the corner of my eye. Her face is beaming with amusement. I know her so well; she is scanning the room for her next victim.
With my attention on the crowd, I don’t notice a man come up behind Clarke. He places his hands on her hips and says, loud enough for me to hear, “Are you ready for this?”
She practically melts into his neck. Oh my! Good one, Clarke. I am not the only one who has a thing for older men.
“Excuse me, I am Blaine Ford,” says the man holding Clarke, as he reaches his hand for mine.
“Oh, Mr. Ford...it is a pleasure, Danielle Austen.”
“I presume that you two are enjoying your stay on the hill?”
“Oh yes....your home is beyond words. Thank you for loaning it to us for the weekend.”
“Anytime, Miss Austen,” he says as he winks one eye at me. He looks like a younger Richard Gere. Pretty Woman days, but tall with silver hair, grey blues eyes and a sensual confident presence about him that would make any woman melt to the floor.
“Would you mind if I steal Miss Clarke for a bit?”
“Oh no, not at all. Please. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ford.”
“The pleasure is all mine. Make yourself at home, and ask Grey at the bar for the Vulcan Twist. It is quite the experience.”
“I will. Thanks.”
“Dani, I have my cell. I will be right back! Sort of…”
“Don’t worry about it, Clarke....you better go handle that!”
I make my way over to the bar, “I will have the Vulcan Twist please.”
“Um, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Huh?” I turn and look at a gorgeous blonde, with wavy hair and green eyes sitting at the end of the bar.
“Excuse me?”
“The Vulcan Twist. At the last party Ford hosted, I ended up in front of the rainbow room with a sailor hat on and a silver tie around my neck.”
“Oh wow,” I say, as I slide the freshly poured glass back towards the bartender.
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“Wise decision young lady. Jackson Blake,” he says, as he extends his hand out to mine.
“Danielle Austen. Wait, Jackson Blake, the designer?”
“That would be me.”
“Wow, it is an honor. You are a legend in my world.”
“Really now. And what is it that you do?”
“Well, I am a designer too. I have just gone out on my own, and I have an office in the Pearl in Portland, Oregon. Nothing to the extent of your accomplishments.”
“Really. I would love to see your design work sometime.”
“Yah? Well, that would be....”
“Grey, Miss Austen will have a French Martini.”
“Here, eat, you will need this before consuming any of Ford’s drinks. This one is safe though,” as he shoves a plate of fried Kung Pao calamari with toasted pine nuts in front me.”
Okay, I am sitting next to one of Hollywood’s designer legends, Jackson-sexy-as-hell Blake. Who would have thought?
I feel a buzz go off in my clutch, which I’ve placed on the bar.
I take out my phone to make sure Clarke is not in dire need of a ‘rescue’.
9:45 PM
Harrison Towers
Miss Austen. How do you like the desert? Enjoying yourself?
9:46 PM
Me
Harrison, finally. Good to hear from you. Yes, very much so. The desert is just wonderful. Breathtaking. I feel like I can relax and just let go here.
9:47 PM
Harrison Towers
I am sure you two are enjoying yourselves. Have you been drinking?
What the hell! Does it sound like I am drunk or something?
9:48 PM
Me
No. Not yet. Just getting started.
9:50 PM
Harrison Towers
Ah. Just getting started, I see. Where is Simone?
9:51 PM
Me
She ran off with Blaine Ford.
9:53 PM
Harrison Towers
She left you alone?
9:54 PM
Me
Well, not exactly.
I glance over at the hunk sitting near me.
9:55 PM
Harrison Towers
What do you mean “not exactly”?
9:56 PM
Me
We are at an industry event at another of Blaine Ford’s homes.
I look up and see the hunk looking at me.
“Sorry, Mr. Blake. I had to take this, it is work related.”
“No worries. Please, call me Jackson.”
He stands up and scoots his chair out, proceeding to w
alk from the short end of the bar, right up to my stool. He pulls out the vacant stool and sits directly facing me, with his legs open. One leg perches on the stool and the other on the floor. Dear God, he is fine. He is making me nervous. Damn, why do all the hot ones make it so that I can’t look at them in the eyes? Okay Danielle, you are not Danielle tonight. Get it together. Plus, how would Harrison react if he knew I was flirting with this guy?!
“So how long are you staying?
“Um, well...we leave tomorrow, late morning.”
There goes my damn phone again. Harrison shit, I forgot.
10:00 PM
Harrison Towers
That dress looks amazing against your skin; however, I want you in nothing but those heels and that necklace Miss Austen.
Gah! Oh Shit! What!? Okay, now who in the hell is spying on me? Damn him! I can’t even go out of town without a watch team. What, does he have someone streaming live every play by play of my evening? Honestly!
10:01 PM
Me
Harrison. Do you have someone watching me?
10:02 PM
Harrison Towers
You know, Danielle, Jackson Blake is a good friend of mine.
Shit! What is he up to? Ugh, this man is going to drive me fucking insane.
Jackson leans into my ear, “You know, if you lived here, we would have already met by now.”
Oh God...not now. Not with Harrison Towers keeping tabs on me! One move and he will have the swat team dispatched.
10:03 PM
Harrison Towers
The things I would do to you with those heels on, Danielle. Stand up. Excuse yourself.
10:04 PM
Me
Damn you! What the hell is going on?
“Miss Austen,” Jackson reaches his hand over mine and grabs my cell phone.
“This can wait, Danielle.”
Oh shit! Harrison is going to freak!
“What do you mean we would have met by now if I lived here?”
“Danielle, it wouldn’t have been long before our paths would have crossed. You are just breathtaking. It wouldn’t have taken long for me to find you.” He whispers these phrases seductively in my ear.
His voice and body send shock waves over my bare skin. Great, where in the hell is Harrison? I am surprised he hasn’t sent Thing 1 and Thing 2 over to my rescue. Now, one of the most eligible, famous, not to mention straight designers is hitting on me, and I know Harrison knows about it.
Harrison knows him. He knows Harrison. Of course. I am all alone and Towers wouldn’t be here to rescue me. Sly, very sly.
My phone starts to buzz on the bar. I reach over to grab it. Jackson stops me. He places his hand over mine. Oh, damn. Not now. Please not now.
“Danielle, you don’t want to answer that.”
“Jackson, I need to take this call. Excuse me for one moment.”
I grab my phone and press the green answer button.
Before I could say hello…
“Stand up and excuse yourself, Danielle!”
Oh Christ! Honestly, now!?
“Didn’t you hear me the first time?”
I can’t say a word. Harrison has me tongue-tied, and I can tell from his tone that he is pissed.
“Mr. Blake, excuse me. I need to take this call outside.”
“Okay, hurry back. I have some plans for us, gorgeous.”
Eww. Plans? You have got to be kidding me. Mr. Palm Springs has already made “plans” for us. Great, this is not going over well. I push back my stool and turn in the opposite direction. Since he had me pinned in on the right, my only escape was to the left.
“Okay Towers, what is going on. Where are you?”
“Miss Austen, you are getting quite the attention this evening.”
I briskly pace through the crowds of people, straining to hear him through the noise. The room is packed; music and beautiful people fill every inch of space. I know no one. Simone has disappeared with Richard Gere and Towers wants to play games. My eyes quickly dart in and out of the crowd.
“Here you go, Miss Austen,” says a waiter, as he hands me a crystal glass of champagne.
“I didn’t order this!” I say, but the waiter just walks off.
“I did. Drink it.”, Harrison commands.
“Damn you, Harrison, will you please...”
“Drink, Danielle. Stop talking.”
I down the glass of champagne with one toss of my head. God, that felt good. Extra Brut bubbly, at least he knows what I like.
“Alright, enough with your games, Harrison.”
Chapter 22
Still making my way through the crowd, I search for one of Harrison’s bodyguards. I survey the room when all of the sudden, my eyes lock with his. I am frozen and time stops when I see him leaning against a wooden support beam. I can’t believe what my eyes are telling me. It’s Harrison, and he’s even more strikingly beautiful than I remembered! My heart is beating out of my chest. He is wearing a cream straw fedora hat, with a white linen button down shirt and tan loose linen trousers, I think I may just swoon. I notice several other women looking and wonder if they may do the same. I possessively lock eyes with him as I walk over to where he is standing.
“Aw, there is my girl. Mi Amore, you are stunning.”
The champagne is starting to kick in a little bit now, coupled with the French martini. Liquid courage always makes me feel sexy and confident.
He pushes the end button on his phone, as do I, and I advance towards him.
In a matter of seconds, he has me swept up in his arms and his mouth sealed over mine. God, I have missed these luscious, mind-blowing lips and the feel of his arms wrapped around me.
He pulls slightly away and whispers in my ear, “Your skin touching mine, the thought just drives me insane.”
“Harrison, how did you...”
“Come on, there really is no time to talk right now. I need to be in you.”
I feel my loins burning out of control, like a wildfire rips through a forest. My god, I need him in me too.
“What!? What do you mean? Where are we going?”
He grabs my left hand and leads me down the grand staircase and out the front door.
“Harrison, stop! How the hell are you here, when Marion has her tabs on you?”
“I made arrangements to make sure that she is stuck in meetings this weekend. She has no clue of my whereabouts. I am all yours, Danielle.”
“What about Simone?”
“She is fine Danielle. She is consumed with Mr. Ford. I saw to everything.”
Of course he did. I must admit, that I do love his power and ability to make almost anything happen. Now I wish he could just make Marion go away permanently. Now, that would be impressive.
He escorts me out of the front doors of the estate.
A black limo, with smoked-out windows, waits for us at the top of the driveway.
“Is that for us?”
“Mr. Towers, Miss Austen...after you please,” says the driver, as he holds the door open with a straight face. The door closes.
“Harrison, honestly what is all this....”
In a matter of seconds, he has me lying across the back seat of the limo.
“I have missed you. All of you, Danielle.”
His tongue thrusts into my mouth, seeking mine. He kisses me so passionately that it feels as if it is the last time he will ever see me. My “P” is wet and throbbing with desire. I need him. I have been daydreaming about him since I left Portland.
“I need you Danielle, I want to feel you...from the inside,” he whispers into my ear, as he runs one hand down my right leg and then back up my thigh. He cups my hot, wanting crotch with his hand. He pulsates his hand over my “P”, as his talented tongue attacks every inch of my mouth.
“Ahhhh,” I let out a loud moan. as he slips past my panties and inserts one finger deep inside me.”
Our eyes lock. His intense blue stare makes me squirm. I am going to cum ju
st from the dominance he commands. I grab him on both sides of his face and pull him closer into me.
“I need you to fuck me now!”
“Shhhh. Now next time, do as I say. You need to be punished. Flirting with Jackson Blake really made me mad!”
“Harrison, I .....”
“Sshhh. Don’t talk.”
Harrison takes a silk tie out of his pocket.
Oh no! He is going to take away my sight. I remember that night in Hood River, with the silk mask. How I tormented his body with the mask, as he did mine. That is one memory I will never forget.
He ties the silk tie around my eyes and pulls tight. His hands begin sliding down the front of my dress, as his body glides down with them. He pushes my sequin dress up to my belly, then over my head. I am naked, except for my thong panties. His hands run the length of my hips and thighs. Forcefully, he pushes my legs wide open and runs both hands inward, from my knees to my inner thighs. He slides his hands up to my belly and back down to my thighs. My body tenses up, and I am instantly wet for him, as my back arches on the cold leather of the limo. Harrison pulls my panties down and removes them. He rolls down the window of the limo, until I feel a cool stream of air brushing my clit. I remember the time he did this in Hood River with the fan blowing over my “P”. The cool air rushing in to touch my “P” intensifies my arousal as my “P” pulsates with desire,
He gently plays with my folds, rolling them between two fingers. They are now so highly sensitive that I may cum with one single touch.
“Danielle, the thought of another man next to you, drives me insane.”
“You are mine. I have missed this sweet body of yours.”
“Harrison....I..”
“Sshhh, just relax.”
His tongue starts fluttering over my clit in circles, teasing it ever so slowly. Starting at the base, he takes his expert tongue and runs the length of my lips, ever so delicately and sensually, sending my body into a ball of desire.