Chapter VI
Chapter VI
We walked in to the kitchen and he set the groceries on the table while I leaned against my kitchen sink watching him. After pulling out what looked like beef brisket, potato salad, bake beans, and cornbread he sat down with a heavy thud. “Look I didn't mean to make you mad the other day, but just leaving on a person without real reason seems a bit harsh,” I said sitting down in the chair across from him. He looked as if he was having a hard time saying what he needed to say so I went about grabbing plates and silverware to serve us. Setting down my load I try to walk past to grab the wine glasses out of my china-hutch when he grabbed my hand speaking quietly, “I know the way I acted wasn't ok and normally I'm very controlled, but for some reason you seem to set all my senses on overdrive. I don't know what that means really only that I don't want to scare you.”
He was looking down at the floor as if in a submissive position. Hoping I wasn't pushing his control I lift his face with my hands on his cheeks and said, “I'm still new to what happens in this time and place. I've been in a coma for 17 years and just woke up a few months ago. You are not the only one learning how to control themselves for the first time. Just next time leave me you number or something so we can talk sooner, okay?” Looking into his eyes he seemed like he was predator scared for the first time, but he nodded yes and I walked to get the wineglasses trying to calm down my racing heart. When I held his face in my hands I felt a jolt of familiarity and didn't want to let go. Every part of me wanted to keep this man close to me and I was confused as to why.
Walking back into the kitchen he had already served out plates and lite a couple tea candles. Atleast he's trying to be romantic. Sitting down he grabs the wine glasses and pours us each a small glass. “I wasn't sure if you were an alcohol fan, but I thought wine would be ok. A little helps the body,” he said taking a bite of his food. Taking a bite myself I agree and continue eating. I had been a while since I had potato salad and my childhood memory of it wasn't wrong. Mom used to make this when we did cookouts. Not wanting to seem weepy I finish up my plate seeing that he is done, just watching me finish. Seeming satisfied he takes our plates and proceeds to wash them.
A little shocked I sipped on my wine watching him do domestic work. “I'm surprised you even came today. I never did tell you where I lived. I assume Charlotte told you?” I asked walking over to him leaning my hip on the counter next to the sink. He didn't say anything for a moment putting everything in the drain wrack than facing me he said, “ I had a background check done on you. Wanted to make sure of who you were, but Charlotte did confirm who you are. She spoke with your cousin a while ago and she had told her that you woke up.”
A little mad I walk away so I don't yell in his face and said, “You could have just asked me. I don't lie outright to people, but I get that you didn't know me and just wanted information about me. Still don't go behind my back and ask things I could just tell you myself.” Feeling a little hurt I walk out to the back porch sitting in on of the big chairs. He followed me out and sat in the other one saying, “I know I'm not like other people. I won't say the right things or act in a way that seems normal to other. I had a rough start so don't expect a white knight out of me.”
Sounds like we both have been put through Hell just to get here. Having died and being brought back I can understand is point of view. I was still working on understanding this new life and everything I couldn't and shouldn't do. My impulses wanted me to just take this man so i got up and straddle his lap pushing him to sit back and look me in the eye. Laying my hands on his chest I say softly, “ I only want you to be you that way we can both figure out if this is what we want, but I better get the same respect as well. I will hear you out if you will me. I don't like to argue and always try for a solution. Lets just be ourselves and see what happens.” Leaning down I press my lips to his setting of an explosion of sensations through out my entire body. He grabbed my butt pulling me closer kissing me deeper while I wrapped my arms around his neck getting lost in this kiss.
Everything was so intense that I couldn't bring myself to pull away from him. Tugging at my lip than kissing down my face to my neck all I wanted him to to was mark me as his. Mine. Shocked to hear that I pull back seeing the intensity in his eyes, willing me not to stop. However with my over worked nerves on high and a craving to mark him I got up and walked to the railing. “I'm sorry I shouldn't have gotten carried away, “ I said turning back to face Jasper.
Fucking hell, looking at the sexy man who was hard and willing to take me in probably any way I could ask him to was sitting in my porch chair. He was breathing hard and trying to get himself in line. Seeing his breathing even out he says, “No its alright. If you hadn't I would have ripped you legging off and head you in a puddle on the floor.” Hearing this my face goes beet red than he gets up and cages me in with both his arms holding on to the railing. His face an inch from mine he kisses me again pushing his body against mine. Holding on to the railing I am overwhelmed by how he just takes my mouth over and over again drugging me into an intoxicated state.
Leaning his forehead against mine he says in a husky voice, “I want you strong so when I do have my way with you I know you can handle it.” Still catching my breath I nod agreeing with him. “Okay,” I said still leaning on the railing. He stepped back giving me room, but held on to my hand. “I'm going to be gone for a week maybe two for work, but I will be back as fast as I can,” he said as we walked to the front of the house hand in hand. Feeling a bit disappointed I asked, “Can I at least have your number this time?” A smile cracked on the side of his mouth along with a chuckle and he grabbed my phone off the table putting his number in. He looks better when he smiles.
“There now you can call me. Maybe send a sexy pic or two,” he said a devilish grin on his face. Slapping his shoulder I shoo him out the door saying, “Your incorrigible, you know that?” I was leaning on the doorway when he stole a quick kiss and practically skipped to his bike. Shaking my head I wave him off as he pulls out of my drive way heading down the road. Well that turned out better than I thought it would.
The annual charity event for the Laura Witlock Foundation was just next week and all perspective donors had all RSVP. Mimi Middleton had been running the Foundation ever since her niece and went into a “coma”. She felt it was her duty to take care of those who's family couldn't afford health care for their terminally ill children. However she has been peeling off millions on the side to keep her luxurious life style that she has become accustom to.
Rarely seen her niece anymore not since she almost killed her trying to not think of the “burden” as she like to refer to Laura as. Finishing up some paperwork she had a dinner meeting with a couple of the donors. Not wanting to be late she drops the files off with her secretary saying, “Turn these into the event planner and make sure they aren't lost again. Finding assistants is such a hassle now a days.”
Walking off to the elevator she checks her makeup in the mirror. The doors open and she heads down to the lobby where a black SUV picks her up and takes her to the Marriott hotel. She needed to get these donors on board with her current project or else the last mansion she has would go to auction. I hate having to kiss up to the old fat guys, but I don't want my life to fall apart either.
Arriving at the hotel she get out and is directed to the restaurant where her party is already waiting. The gentleman at the table stand up as she approaches greeting her, “Its nice to see you again Ms Middleton. We were beginning to think you weren't coming at all,” the gentleman to her right. “No need to worry traffic is what it is this time of night, but I am here now.” The man to her right introduced the man across the table, “Ms Middleton let me introduce Dimitri Drake. He is an associate of ours looking to find his next philanthropic enterprise.”
This man was better looking than all the men at this table. Well built body wrapped in an Armani suit this man screamed money. “Hello Ms Middleton its so good to finally meet you,” he said shaking my hand. “Likewise Mr. Drake.” “Please call me Dimitri. I think we will be working together soon so a first name basis would be nice,” he said in a some what demanding voice. “Than please call me Mimi. I look forward to working with you, Dimitri,” I said thinking this could be my biggest break yet.