by MF Bishop
Chapter Ninety Four
The afternoon sun sparkled on the wine glasses next to the hotel bed. Fleeing the relentless cameras and thrusting microphones of the press, Bobby and Alexa were registered at the Marriot-Washington Dulles Airport Hotel as "Mr. and Mrs. Edward Lee'.
Alexa snuggled against Bobby's naked back and wrapped her arms around him.
"Your sweetie didn't seem very happy to see you," she said.
"A lot you know," he answered, "she just hides her feelings for me, she's so shy and retiring."
"Yeah, shy and retiring as an Irish longshoreman. She wasn't the least bit grateful that you rescued her."
"She hides that, too, her gratefulness. Anyway, she's right, if it weren't for me she wouldn't have needed rescuing." Bobby stretched. "Could you scratch my back? Up and to the right. A little higher. There, right there. Ah, yes, thanks."
"Did Mary ever do this for you."
"Why this sudden interest in Mary?"
"I never spent much time with her before." Alexa tickled the back of his neck with her tongue. "I didn't realize what a charmer she was."
"Hey, she had a rough night," Bobby protested, "anyway, she was better after we got her loose."
"And after she got to pee," Alexa laughed, "I liked the way she ran through the office yelling 'where's the toilet, where's the toilet.'" Alexa rolled onto her back. "And then, and then when she couldn't find the toilet. Oh my God."
"Hey," Bobby said, "you quit making fun of my friends, just because they're a little eccentric."
"A little? Bobby, she peed in the planter. Just pushed the philodendron aside, and....." Alexa broke into laughter.
"All right," Bobby said, "you've insulted my true love. Now you've got to pay." He rolled on top of her and bit her neck.
"Again? Yow, aren't you the impetuous one. Don't you ever knock? Ummm?" Alexa ran her hands up and down his back as she began to move with him. "Ah, Bobby," she said, "ah, Bobby."
Afterward, when they lay curled together again, Alexa asked, "Do you still love her, Bobby?"
Bobby sighed. "Why're you asking? Never mind...yeah, I guess I do still love her. Maybe I'll always love her, in some way."
"But she loves Tony Walsh, or that's what you think."
"That's what I think. It doesn't really matter, though, because she for sure doesn't love me." Bobby changed position and snuggled his head between Alexa's breasts. "All I ever did was piss her off," he continued, "that's always been my special talent; to act like an idiot around anyone I care about, and irritate them."
"You don't act like an idiot around me."
"So I don't care about you?" Bobby pulled away and sat up. "C'mon, Alexa, you know what I mean. This day got off to a bad start for both of us. Let's not end it with a fight."
"Sorry. Yeah, I'm stressed too, and I do know what you mean." She pulled him back down. "It's just that you're a really nice guy, and I didn't realize the woman you've been pining after was such, uh...."
"Such a bitch?"
"Well, such solid brass, anyway. Don't worry," Alexa said, "I'm not trying to make what we have into anything it isn't, and I'm glad you don't act like an idiot around me." She snorted. "At least, not very often."
"Enough of this," Bobby said, "let's take a nap and then go out to a good restaurant. Frank is flying in tonight and we're scheduled to have lunch with him tomorrow."