A second chance...At first love (Second Love Series Book 1) (11 page)

Ellington:  How'd did you sleep?

Izzie:  Very well, I thought about you.

Ellington:  Then it must have been a good sleep :)

Izzie:  It was, very good. How about you?

Ellington:  With dreams of you, how could it be anything but good?

Izzie:  Do you flatter all of your admirers like this?

Ellington:  Are you saying you're an admirer?

Izzie:  Is it a problem if I am?

Ellington:  I'd be heartbroken if you weren't.

Izzie:  Well we wouldn't want that now would we?

Ellington:  I don't think my heart couldn’t take it bella.

Izzie:  Lol, you pour it on thick, Mr. Scott.

Ellington:  Not pouring on anything, when I want something I go after it. I'm a risk taker by nature, look at my job.  I want something so I'm going after it.

Izzie:  And what is it that you want?

Ellington:  Guess you have to wait and see.  Have a good day Bella Donna.

Izzie:  And you as well Ellington.

The next few days followed a similar course.  He woke up, worked out in his gym, showered, thought of Isabella, finished his shower, dressed for work and texted her.  Occasionally when he had a rare free moment during the day, he would send her a quick text to say "hi" or ask how her day was going.  By Wednesday night he thought he was going to go crazy with the need to see her.  After work, he walked in the door, set his keys down and was about to go through his normal routine of checking his email, grabbing a bite to eat then laying down to watch TV until he fell asleep.  But tonight after checking his email, he heated up his typical bachelor meal, a frozen dinner and sent her a message.

Ellington:  I miss you. You should send me a picture.

Izzie:  What type of picture would you like?

Ellington: Surprise me.

Izzie:  Hmm...let me see what I can do for you.

Izzie had been feeling unusually bold with Ellington over the course of the last week.  Ellington heard his phone ding and almost dropped it in the kitchen sink as he was cleaning up.  She had taken a topless, shot with her hands covering her breasts and sent it to him.

Ellington:  Damn, Isabella, you almost made me drop my phone.

Izzie:  Does that mean you liked it?

Ellington:  Hell yes baby, I loved it.

He heard his phone ding again, she had sent another photo. It was a tease shot, a side view of her peach lace panties and her ass, it was hot!

Ellington: What are you trying to do to me?

Izzie:  You asked for a photo.

Ellington:  Yes I did! And you didn't disappoint! I need to hear your voice.

Izzie:  You do realize the thing you are on also acts as a phone, right?

She was a smart ass, he liked it. He called.  They talked well into the night, to the point that he could barely keep his eyes open.  He wanted to keep her on the phone all night but he knew he had to hang up if for no other reason than the fact the he could fall asleep and have a nightmare.  He wasn't willing to risk that.

"I guess we should stop acting like high schoolers and go to bed."

"I guess so."

"Until Friday, my bella donna"

"Until Friday Ellington."

Izzie

One more night until her big date with Ellington. A gala with a bunch of New York elite and she still had no idea what she was going to wear and no time to shop.  She had practice this afternoon and a show tonight.  She would call Teddy later and see what she had in her closet.  She could run over during the day tomorrow and try it on.  She was sitting on her couch, drinking her morning cup of coffee before she had to start her day when she heard the door buzzer. 

"Hello?"

"Package for Isabella Bunton."

"I didn't order anything.  Can you tell me who it’s from?"

"Hey lady, I'm just a messenger and I was told to drop it, do you want the package or not?"

"Yes, bring it up, please,” she pressed the door buzzer to let him up.  She waited a few minutes for the knock she knew was coming.  She opened the door and the older delivery man had three different boxes of various sizes.  She reached for her purse and he waved her off.

"Already taken care of, here ya go."  He handed her the boxes and walked off.

She placed the packages on her couch and opened the biggest box first.  It was a beautiful, single strap, yellow floor length evening gown.  It instantly made her think of Kate Hudson's dress in "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." She opened the middle sized box next.  It was a pair of gold strappy heels.  The last box held a beautiful gold and diamond necklace and a gold diamond tennis bracelet.  She was stunned.  She was about to put the jewelry box down when she noticed a card.

I hope you enjoy the gifts.  I know you are busy so, my assistant Tina wanted to help.  Before you ask how I knew all of your sizes, I told you before that I'm very observant when it comes to things that interest me. You more than interest me Bella Donna.  I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Until then my bella.

~xoxo Ellington

What had she done to get so lucky?
She thought. Just a few weeks ago she was convinced she would never find someone and then she stumbled into Prince Charming in her favorite café.  She grabbed her phone.

Izzie: Thank you for the beautiful gifts. You are too generous.

Ellington:  I just wanted to help out. I know you're busy and Tina said 'chicks dig stuff like that.' Her words, lol.

Izzie:  Tina's a smart woman, you should give her a raise.

Ellington:   I think she already makes more than me, she's fine! LOL

Izzie:  LOL! Well tell Tina, good job! It all is really beautiful.

Ellington:  Not nearly as stunning as you.  Good luck tonight.

Izzie:  Thank you! I'll be home late.

Ellington:  I know. Its ok bella. Knock 'em dead tonight and I will see you tomorrow.

Izzie:  Thank you, until tomorrow.

Ellington:  Until tomorrow, the car will be there for you at six.

Izzie:  Ok.

Ok.

This was going to be the longest 30 plus hours of her life.  She felt like she did years ago, when she was getting ready for the prom.  She was a giddy school girl all over again.  She ran into her room to try on her dress and shoes, they fit perfect!  All she had to do now was figure out how to wear her hair, but she would have to do that later, right now she had a show to practice for.

Izzie and Ellington

Friday had finally arrived and they were both antsy and anxious like teenagers.  This wasn't their first date but they both knew something was different about tonight.  They both knew it and longed for it.  Since he made the decision to be just about Isabella, he had stuck to his word, which was not easy for a man who was used to dialing up a woman at a moment's notice.  Isabella, asked Teddy to come over and help her get ready.  She was so nervous.  She knew that tonight was the night, after the gala they were going to have sex, she didn't know how she knew she just did and it terrified her.  She wasn't afraid of sex, she enjoyed it, the few times that she'd had it. She was terrified because it had been so long and she didn't want to mess it up.  She knew Ellington's reputation as a ladies' man.  Look at him, who wouldn't want him.  So she also knew he had plenty of experience and she didn't want to let him down.  Izzie looked at the clock, it was 3:30, and she would need to start getting ready in a few minutes. 

Ellington had his assistant Tina, go to his place and get his tuxedo and bring it back to the office.  He planned to just change at work at meet Isabella at the gala.

Izzie and Teddy decided that Izzie should wear her hair in a messy bun with ringlets falling around her face.  It would accentuate the dress and the accessories.  She painted her toes, jumped in the shower to shave, took a deep breath, and tried to relax.  She had been out with him before, she talked to him every day, and she tried to convince herself that this wasn't a big deal.

Ellington had a busy day, but every chance he got he imagined Isabella in that dress.  He told her Tina had gone to pick it out for her, but the truth was he went. He sat in a boutique and watched as the sales clerk, that he asked for help because she was about Isabella's size, modeled dress after dress for him. When she put that one on, he knew that was the one. He had already picked out the necklace and bracelet but he did have help with the shoes.  The only thing he knew about women's shoes was that they were hot and he liked them, the higher the better. 

Izzie jumped out of the shower, went in her bedroom, rubbed on her lotion and spritzed on her favorite perfume, "Hypnotic Poison," by Christian Dior.  It was one of those scents that turned her on when she wore it, so she knew he would love it. She slipped on a lacy nude colored bra and panty set.  She did her hair and put on light make up. She rarely ever wore foundation.  She debated wearing it tonight and decided against it. If she ended up back at his place, she didn't want her lasting impression to be make-up stains on the pillows.  She put on brown eye shadow that had a little bit of a glitter tint, eye liner and a light pink gloss.  She looked at the clock, "5:35," and she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth again,
a girl can never have too much fresh breath,
she thought.  She looked in the mirror again, checked her hair and makeup.  She took the jewelry out of the box and set it on her dresser.  She looked at the clock again, "5:50."  She slipped on the dress, Teddy zipped it up.  She put on her necklace and Teddy helped her with the tennis bracelet.  On one arm the new tennis bracelet, on the other her charm bracelet from Timothy.  The gift she hadn't taken off since the day it was given to her. She still couldn't bring herself to take it off.  She looked at the clock, "6:00," and she heard the buzzer,
"Man that driver is prompt,"
she thought. 

"I'll be right down."

Ellington looked at the clock, "5:30." He had enough time to jump in the shower in his office and change.  He would meet Isabella at 6:30 at the gala event.  He showered, shaved, splashed on his Gucci and headed out of the office.  He arrived about two minutes before his driver with Isabella.  He waited for Isabella outside of the venue.  When the car arrived he walked over and opened the door to help her out.  When she stood up, he froze in his tracks. She was spectacular and he wasn't the only one that noticed.  He was used to heads turning because of his dates, but normally they were looks of envy from women and lust from men, this time men and woman alike seemed to truly appreciate her beauty. From head to toe, she dazzled.  He let his eyes linger over her whole body.  The shoes, the dress, jewelry all looked flawless.  He noticed she still had on her charm bracelet, he would ask her about that later.  He held out his arm, she took it and they walked in together, they were the envy of just about everyone in attendance. 

"You are absolutely stunning," he said as they walked inside.

"Thank you."

"No, I mean it. You are breath taking."

"Well you aren't so bad yourself Mr. Scott."

When the car pulled up to the curb and she saw him and her breath caught in her throat.  He was gorgeous, deserving of the title "Greek God" she had given him when they first met.  If she thought he looked like a Greek statue before, that was nothing compared to now. Her nerves came back full force.  She had butterflies in her stomach. When they got inside they found their table.  They were the first ones to arrive.

"I forgot to tell you something," Ellington said.

"Uh-oh, should I be nervous?"

"No it’s nothing big, just that my parents are going to be here."

"What?  How could you forget to tell me that?"

"Well it’s my dad's company. I figured you would know but just wanted to give you a heads up.  Here they come."

She barely had enough time to collect herself, when she saw a striking couple who didn't look old enough to have a son in his thirties approach the table.

"Mom! Pops!"

"Scotty boy!" his dad yelled.

"My baby, how are you? You look thin. Scotty, are you eating?"  His mother said.  His mother was an extremely modern woman.  She started a small bakery after he was born that now had 6 stores around New York City and 1 in New Jersey.  She may be a modern business woman by day, but she was still a traditional Italian mother that would never stop worrying about her only son.

"I'm fine Ma, please stop. Next you'll be trying to muss my hair and clean my face with your spit tissue!" He laughed.

"Well, you're my baby.  You always will be," she said.

"And who is your lovely guest?" his father asked.

"Ma, Pops, this is Isabella."

"Nice to meet you" they both chimed.  His mother hugged her and his father kissed her hand.

"She's beautiful Scotty," his mom said like Izzie wasn't standing right there.

"Ma, she's right here, tell her not me."  She playfully smacked his arm, and then turned to Isabella.

"You're a beauty Isabella, and I love the name."

"Thank you Mrs. Scott."

"Oh please, call me Donna, its short for Donatella."

"Thank you Donna."

The four of them sat down and Izzie enjoyed watching his mother fuss over him.  His father seemed a little more serious but he was still nice.  Pretty soon there were four other people at the table, the two men were employees at the brokerage.  During dinner, the conversation started light and eventually turned toward office talk.  The women seemed bored but didn't interrupt.  Izzie just sat back and observed.  Dessert was served with coffee, during which there was a speech and a few awards passed out.  Izzie had no idea what any of it was for but she was enjoying the people-watching.  This was totally different than people-watching at the park or the mall.  After dessert, the band started playing and couples started dancing. Ellington asked Izzie to dance.  They were laughing and swirling across the dance floor, when there was a tap on his shoulder, it was his father.

"Be nice Pops!"

"Come on Scotty, you know me."

“Yea I do, that's why I said be nice!"  He turned his attention to his mom, and spun her and dipped her.  She giggled, they were adorable together, and he was adorable in general.

"Isabella, I just wanted to get a moment with the woman who has my son's attention."

"You say that like he doesn’t treat all of his dates like this."

"He doesn't.  Scotty hates these events and it’s like pulling teeth to get him to come, this time he seemed...excited to come, to show off.  I can see why."

"Thank you Mr. Scott."

"Please, it’s Andrew."

"Thank you Andrew."

"Isabella…"

"Please call me Izzie."

"Ok, Izzie, Ellington is a good boy, the proudest moment of my life, but he doesn’t let people in, so whatever you doing my girl, please keep it up.  He has a big heart.  He just doesn’t like people to see that side of him.  Don't give up on him!"

She had no idea what that meant, but said "Ok."  He spun her around again and there was a tap on his shoulder.

"Pops, you brought your own date, please don't try to steal mine as well."  His dad chuckled, you two have fun.  He walked to Mrs. Scott, spun her and kissed her.  They were a beautiful couple and you could still see that they were head over heels in love.

"Yuck, get a room." Ellington teased. "They've been together almost forty years."

"That's beautiful! You would think they had just fallen in love."

"Yea, they've always been like that, it’s gross," he chuckled.

She playful hit his arm, "I think it's amazing.  My parents are still together and I'm so grateful."

"Yea it is pretty great.  They set a good example for me."

He spun her around, kissed her on her cheek and asked her if she was ready to go.  She was.  He had the car pulled around and they headed back to her place.

"Are you coming up?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"It is, if you say yes."

"Then I'm coming up!"

When they got to her door, she pulled her keys out of her bag.  Before she could put them in the door, he grabbed her and spun her around and kissed her.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Isabella."

"Thank you for inviting me."

"Are you sure you want me to come in?"

"I've been sure since the day you left after dinner."

And with that he took the keys from her hand, unlocked the door, lifted her into his arms and carried her inside.  He dropped her keys on the couch and she pointed him toward the bedroom. They had both dreamed about this moment many times over the last few weeks, it was finally here.

"Isabella?" he whispered as he carried her.

"Yes?"

"I...I think...I...never mind."

"Please tell me."

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Ellington?"

"Yes?"

"I AM falling in love with you."

He placed her down next to her bed.  He took her face into his hands and kissed her passionately.  He slowly teased her, biting her lip, taking her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it, exploring her mouth with his.  He left her lips and kissed her jaw slowly moving to her neck, taking his time as he moved to each new spot.  For the first time, since he could remember he didn't want to just screw someone's brains out and leave.  He wanted to take his time to fully please her. This was so different for him.  He normally didn't worry about how they felt.  He knew eventually they would get off, they always did.  He wasn't bragging, just a fact but he was usually out for himself.  Their pleasure was merely a side effect of his pleasure seeking efforts. He kissed her bare shoulder then her turned her around and kissed down her spine as he unzipped her dress.  The dress fell to the floor, he turned her around, again and she stood there in her lacy nude bra and panties.  He hardened instantly.  He took off his tuxedo jacket and undid his bow tie, she reached up and helped him unbutton his shirt, he pulled it out of his pants and it dropped to the floor. She looked him over, his muscles bulging in his chest and arms.  She wanted to run her tongue along every single surface of his skin.  He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, they fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them. He stood in front of her in nothing but his black boxer-briefs.  If she thought his chest was impressive she was blown away by the muscles in his legs.  She had heard a rumor once, that a man with an impressive body usually has a small penis.  Whoever started that rumor was a big, fat liar, as evidenced by the massive bulge in his boxer-briefs. He was huge!  She started to worry that he might be too big for her and that he would be disappointed with her.  He saw her glance at his briefs, noticed as her look of excitement turned to worry.  He took his thumb and rubbed the worry lines away, then kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry baby, I promise it will be ok, I will take it as slow as you need." She breathed a sigh and noticeably relaxed. He pulled her into him, tilted her head up and kissed her again.  She wrapped her arms around his neck.  He turned her face and kissed down her neck.  He kissed one shoulder, pulled her bra strap down, she pulled her arm out.  He kissed along her collar bone to her other shoulder, and pulled the bra strap down; she pulled her other arm out.  He kissed her along her shoulder to her back as he spun her around and kissed down her spine again until he unhooked her bra. He let it fall to the floor. He spun her around so she was facing him again, she started to cover herself.