Covered: Part One (4 page)

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” I said, only I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of it this time.

“You’re always okay,” Gavin replied and helped me stand. I’d attempted standing on my own, but had failed miserably when I’d fallen right back in my seat.

Jenny had finally gone off with her pack of matching Marilyn Monroe look-alikes, and I agreed to go for a walk with Gavin…and his ever-present bodyguards.

We strolled out the ballroom and into the hotel’s lobby. There was a small café off the entrance and we headed there for a coffee. I felt like I needed to sober up a little to enjoy the most insanely amazing night of my life.

I wondered how much vodka I had actually consumed. Once I was away from the noise and rush of the crowd, I felt light headed and woozy.

“Sorry,” said a waitress as we walked inside, “we’re closing in ten.”

“Are you sure I can’t convince you stay open another half hour or so?” Gavin asked, “My girl here is dying for a coffee and a clubhouse.”

Wait, I thought, did he call me his girl? The thought was gone as soon as I had it, and remained unvoiced.

“Sorry,” she said again, “there are a few places open along the block though. Head outside, hang a left and Smitty’s Grill is twenty four hours.”

“Thanks so much,” he replied and we headed back to the lobby.

I was feeling very light headed by then, and kinda sick to my stomach. “Listen,” I said, “I think I should go.”

“Playing the part of Cinderella tonight, are we?” he asked and grinned.

I laughed and said, “It’s way past my bedtime and I think I might have had a little too much to drink.”

“I don’t want the night to end,” he replied and pulled me towards him, “I travel the world and meet women from all walks of life. I know I have a reputation as a player and a bad boy, but I think you’re special, Sarai. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how but from the moment you fell down on the carpet in front of me, I’ve felt drawn to you.”

I swallowed deeply and went over his words in a split second analysis before I replied. He did have a rep, and at twenty-eight he’d never been with a woman for more than a few months here and there. He could be playing me, looking for a hump and dump, but how would I know if I didn’t give it a shot?

On the other side, the illogical, obsessive, head over heals side; a little voice whispered in the back of my head that I’d felt it too. We had a crazy chemistry, and that was undeniable. Why me though, why boring gawky me, out of all the women in the world…the women in here?

“Are you going to say anything?” he asked, his eyes searching my face for my response.

“I…” I started to say but hesitated. I was overcome with this sudden desire to give into the craziness of it all and blurt out my feelings. Instead all I could muster, there in the middle of the hotel lobby with people coming and going, some staring and some taking pictures, was, “I feel it too.”

“I want to tell you what I wished for earlier,” he said and stepped closer to me. The tension was palpable, even the gathered people seemed to quiet their conversations because of the rising heat between the two of us.

“What was it?” I asked, my heart speeding up and my knees shaking. We were so close I could see every speck of colour in his brilliant eyes and feel his breath on my forehead as he leaned over me.

“I think it would be easier to show you,” he replied. He hovered above me for half a heartbeat, hooked his thumb under my chin and tilted my face up to meet his.

And then he kissed me; he pulled me tighter against his hard body and kissed me deeply. My knees began to tremble and my stomach felt even more flip floppy than before. Urgently his mouth moved against mine, prickling my soft skin with his stubble and I finally gave into the aching sweetness of the moment.

It was a moment of desperate madness, my body ruled my mind and I kissed him back. I uttered a harsh syllable of need against his lips and he responded by holding me tighter, spreading my legs with his, and pressing his hard ridge against my stomach.

The entire world ceased to exist, the crowds, the cell phone cameras, the bodyguards; all of it fell away and left me here with him, raw and exposed.

He lifted his hand and cupped the back of my head to steady me. He sensed my weakening knees and knew I would surely fall back into some deep abyss of eternal want if he didn’t hang onto me and keep me safe.

I could hear his breathing increase as he panted his intent. He was slow and deliberate with his mouth on me, and while his tongue snaked around mine, I began to almost hum with desire.

He pulled back, ran his hand through my hair and in a husky voice said, “I would like to take you home.”

“I would like that,” I replied and let him take my hand and lead me to my car. My ugly, ugly car.

***

At my car I fumbled with my keys, barely able to bring them from my purse let alone get them into the door lock. Gavin took them from my hand, slid up against me and kissed me again against the dusty side of my crappy Corolla.

I was trembling, maybe from all the vodka, but mostly from the anticipation of what was going to happen.

I’d never had a one night stand. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had only been with two men, both of them boyfriends. I had also made them wait the allotted respectable time limit before giving up the goods.

Three weeks in case you’re taking notes. Three weeks is the fine balance between being a slut and being a prude with sexual hang-ups. But that’s just my number, to each their own as they say.

But back to the delicious and intoxicating man I was making out with in the parking garage under the Hilton Waterfront not five miles from the home I shared with my crazy Auntie.

“Shit,” I said suddenly, blurting the word against his soft, warm lips.

He pulled back and looked at me, “Sorry, love?”

“I forgot, I can’t take you home.”

“Why not? Don’t tell me you’ve got an angry husband waiting to kick my arse.”

“No, but I do have a crazy auntie waiting to show you baby pictures of me and talk your ear off about the merits of biofuels.”

“You don’t live alone?”

“No, I never have,” I confessed, “I’m…well, I’m kind of a dork about it. It’s a thing I have.”

“A thing?”

I could see the doubt creeping into his face. The lurking suspicion that he’d dodged a bullet; that he'd been saved from hooking up with a real nutcase. The reality was that after my parents had been murdered, I was a little OCD about being safe. Their deaths had shattered any illusions I’d ever had about feeling secure.

“I don’t like to be alone,” I said, “listen, I can see you think I’m nuts. I should go.”

“I don’t think you’re nuts at all,” he replied and kissed me, kissed my fears and worries away. When he was done, he added, “I personally think you’re adorable to be honest. Sexy and adorable, if there is such a thing.”

“I’ll take it,” I said and leaned up, tilted my head and demanded another kiss. A few minutes in I heard somebody clear their throat behind us and we broke apart. I always forgot about his bodyguards.

“Do they follow you everywhere?” I asked.

“No, just when I’m doing public events,” he said, “you wouldn’t believe some of the psychos who come out to these things.”

Thinking back to the hyped up crowd chanting for him to remove his pants, I nodded and said, “Oh I think I do.”

“I want to say I’ll take you back to my apartment,” he groaned and leaned in for another kiss. He pulled back, stared at me and said, “Fuck, Sarai, I want to promise that I’ll be a gentleman and I won’t try anything with you, but I’d be lying. And I’m not a liar, love, not to you. If I get you back to my place, I’ll kiss you some more, and I will want to take your clothes off and kiss every part of you,” he broke off to kiss me some more in the moment. “And if I kiss you all over, I know I’ll have to fuck you, and when I fuck you for the first time, I want it to be better than a drunk shag after a book signing.”

I was breathless with his confession. The old me might have wondered if the hottest man in the world was giving me the kiss off, but the new, lustful me admired his control.

I had to face it, if he’d made a move, I probably would have lifted my skirt and slid down his hardness right there, out in public in front of anybody who could see.

“I get it,” I replied, “I would be the same.” My voice caught in my throat and I couldn’t finish my sentence. I couldn’t tell him how much I ached to feel his skin on mine, how badly I wanted him to touch me down there, to make me cry out in ecstasy from his touch.

“I will have you eventually, love,” he said, “I will make love to you and we will bring so…much…joy…to…each…other…” As he spoke he nibbled up and down my collarbone and neck, punctuating each word with a hot little kiss. “But I want you to be sober, and I want it to be perfect.”

“I’m okay,” I said breathlessly and heard him chuckle against my ear.

“You always are,” he said and continued his sensual assault on my neck and throat. My entire body was alight, as if lit from within. I felt almost translucent, as if anyone walking by could see my beating heart just under my skin. I burned for him.

The bodyguard cleared his throat again and Gavin pulled back…again. It was almost painful for him to remove his hot, hard body from mine.

“We need to get you home, love,” he said, “give me your keys. I’ll drive your car and they’ll follow behind in mine.”

“I’m okay to drive,” I protested.

“You most certainly are not,” he stated simply and took the keys from me.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I capitulated and walked around to the passenger side. He followed, unlocked the door and opened it for me. I got in, folded my legs together like a proper lady and he shut it carefully. I felt positively regal.

He slid into my usual spot, adjusted the mirrors and asked me for directions.

We pulled out of the garage and my throat and lips were still burning for his touch. I reached up and stroked my collarbone gently, the way his lips had touched it. He caught my movement and reached for my hand.

It was bliss.

And just like that I became the one night stand Gavin James nailed during the book event in Seattle.

According to the papers that was.

I must have had much more to drink than I’d thought. When I woke up, I stretched and reluctantly opened my eyes.

My head was pounding and my mouth felt like somebody had stuffed cotton in it while I slept.

I jolted awake and sat straight up in my bed, clutching my pillow to my chest in absolute shock.

I had kissed Gavin James. He had kissed me. We had kissed.

Oh my god, the hottest man in the world had driven me home, chatted casually along the way, then made out with me like a teenager in front of Auntie G’s place until the wee hours of the morn.

Gavin James. I struggled to wrap my head around it.

I was grateful we hadn’t had sex; I think it would be much worse to think about it this morning. Now I just had a funny story to talk about, that time I made out with Gavin James. Remember that? And then he never called me again. Ha ha.

I hoped he texted or called. I didn’t even remember if I’d given him my number, I had been way more drunk than I’d realized.

I would have slept with him last night; I had to admit that now. I would have dropped onto my knees and stripped naked and begged him to use my body. It wasn’t just the build up of being with such a famously hot man; it was the crazy chemistry we had together. Our bodies just seemed to line up somehow.

I’d never hear from him again, would I? Wait, don’t answer that, let me float in my happy delusion that he hadn’t just used me for a quickie feel good hook up.

He did mention an apartment though. Did he live in Seattle? Everything I’d read had indicated his main apartment was in London with a get away condo in Aspen. He was an avid snowboarder.

I could picture myself curled up by the fire sipping cocoa and reading a good book. We would be perfect together.

Gavin James.

I dragged my ass out of bed and hopped in the shower. I hoped the hot water would clear the fog from my head and let me see the night for what it had been. A one off fling, nothing more. I needed to drop the little whisper of hope that something would come of it.

Still, he might call.

I swear I almost yelled, “Stop it with the wishful thinking!” out loud in the shower, but knowing my life, Auntie G would think I was having a seizure and call 911 or something.

I ran my soapy hand along my body, tracing the path of where his mouth had been. My lips, my neck, my collarbone...my breasts. The image of me curled back in the front seat of my shitty car, head thrown back and him sucking my puckered nipple as I cried out for him flooded my head.

I blushed and almost looked around in shame, thinking everyone would know what we’d been up to last night, as if I still wore his kisses on my body like luscious tattoos.

Speaking of tattoos, his had been even more beautiful close up. I vaguely remembered him shrugging his shirt off, just for me this time. I had touched him, felt his smooth skin and bulging muscles as I marvelled at his perfection.

He hadn’t seemed to notice how imperfect I was. He moved against my body like a starving man searching for sustenance. He never once seemed to pull back his hand, comparing me against the fashion models and actresses he’d been with.

It was simply divine, he was divine.

Maybe he’ll call. Or text. Maybe.

I dried off and picked out my clothing, very casual. Baggy hoodie and yoga tights, the kind of thing that screamed, “Help me, I’m hung over.”

I brushed out my long hair and looked for my glasses. They weren’t on the usual spot on my night table. My hand brushed against my phone and it buzzed, letting me know I had a text.

I’m not going to bullshit you, my heart skipped a beat. It leapt up into my throat, did a summersault and dropped back down into the pit of my stomach. Anatomically impossible, but it happened.

Holy fuck. What did you do last night?

It was Jenny. My heart sunk lower into the bottom most depths of my leaden tummy and I sighed. It wasn’t him.

Did you get home ok?
I replied, completely dodging her question.

WTF happened?
she texted right back. She wasn’t having any of it; she wanted answers that I couldn’t give. WTF had happened last night, really?

Let’s get…
I started to text, then looked at the time and had to type,
lunch.
I’d slept far too long for breakfast.

Broadway Diner?

Good. See you in twenty.

I set the phone back on the table, but not before scrolling my texts aimlessly to check for his contact.

Nothing.

I finished getting ready and finally remembered Gavin taking my glasses off at some point and putting them in my purse.

I skipped down the stairs and found them on the top of a mess of receipts and old menus for restaurants I’d never dine at and brochures for places I’d never visit. I have a problem, I just can’t say no when those sad looking people are standing on the street handing them out.

“Are you up?” Auntie G yelled from the kitchen. I’d been hoping to escape without facing her, terrified she’d be able to suss out what I’d been up to.

“Yeah,” I replied and slipped my comfy flats on my feet. After yesterday’s heels, my soles were happy. “I’m heading out, to see Jenny.”

“I need to talk to you,” she called, “come in here.”

I gulped, cleared my throat and considered bolting. She must have seen us last night, parked in front like love struck kids. God, I was an idiot. A drunken idiot. Why hadn’t I insisted on going to his place?

His little speech about fucking me rang in my ears and I gulped again. That’s right, that’s why. He said he wanted to have sex with me, but make it meaningful.

Either a load of crap, or the most ridiculously romantic thing a guy’s ever said to a girl.

I decided to take my chops and headed to face her.

Before I got into the kitchen, the smell struck me. Generally our place had kind of an
old cat box, ancient furniture, never aired out because the cats would escape from open windows
odor.

I smelled flowers, fresh and lovely. Like the inside of a bridal boutique. Had Auntie G been spraying that dollar store air freshener again? I swore she’d give us both cancer with that shit.

I was wrong; it was the smell of flowers, hundreds of them. The entire kitchen was filled with beautiful bouquets of all shapes and sizes. There had to be at least a hundred red roses, Lilies, Orchids, daisies…every type I could possibly imagine.

“What?” I asked, my mouth hanging open.

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Auntie G said, her eye twinkling in mirth. “I believe you have impressed some young man, my dear.”

Auntie G wasn’t that old, she was my mother’s older sister and was fifty-three. She was from the old world, as she said, having been born in Budapest. She didn’t have much of an accent, but ever since she was in her thirties, she acted like an old woman. Even before my parents were gone, she had been showing signs of her bohemian lifestyle, wearing babushkas and brightly printed skirts that flowed around her and spun out when she turned.

She felt more like a grandmother to me though; I think my parent’s death had contributed to it too. Taking on my care and feeding had also done it, having to settle down in one spot and devote herself to me…and then her cats.

She made me laugh though, her take on it all. Had I impressed some young man?

“It seems that way,” I said, “was there a card? Maybe they’re for you. I’ve seen the way Mr. Anderson checks you out when you’re bent over trimming your roses.”

“Oh pshhhh,” she hissed and giggled like a schoolgirl. Her long, thick, grey hair was in a loose bun on her head and she was without babushka today. The flowers had moved her, you could see it in how light her smile was, how quick she was to smile.

For that alone I thanked Gavin, for I was certain they were from him.

“There was a card though,” she confessed and reached into some pocket on her long skirt, pulled it out and handed it to me. “I may have read it…accidentally. This Gavin fellow sounds like a real peach.”

“That he is,” I replied and read the card.

It said: “Sarai, I am utterly delighted and overjoyed to have made your acquaintance. Please do me the honour of joining me for dinner this evening at six. I will pick you up.

PS Excuse all the flowers, I know we went over a lot of things last night, but favorite flowers were never brought up. I panicked when I went to order them and went overboard.

PPS My wish almost came true, love, but there is still so much more to show you.”

I looked up and Auntie G was grinning like a fiend. “He’s adorable,” she said, “is he cute too?”

“Oh yes,” I replied, “so, so, so cute. He’s picking me up at six.”

She squealed and clapped her hands together. “I am so excited for you,” she said, “I have to clean up. Oh dear, so much to do before he gets here.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, “I’m going to meet Jenny and I don’t think he’ll judge us because there are a few scattered newspapers here and there.”

She waved me away and went for the broom closet. There would be no stopping her. We rarely got company, and while we weren’t filthy, we weren’t exactly tidy. I secretly had hoped Gavin wouldn’t come inside, but if he did, I was grateful she would clean up a little.

“I’ll see you later,” I said, feeling guilty leaving her like this, but dying to tell Jenny all about it. I hoped she’d be over her little snit and let me have my little moment in the sun.

I should have known she’d never let it go. Unfortunately by the time I realized how deep her bitter jealousy went, everything was in shambles.