Glass Towers: Surrendered (10 page)

She looks puzzled and nervous, “Excuse me?”

“Well, what needs to be cleaned in here?” I step into the room and take a quick glance around to assess the room’s cleanliness. I notice some papers look to have been shuffled through. Now, why on earth would she be going through Harrison’s papers?

She still has a puzzled look on her face, “Oh, just the usual. I’ll just go get the vacuum and duster.” As she brushes past me, I notice her put her phone in her front pocket. She has just given me more reason not to like her being here. I walk over to the desk and look at the papers; I notice that the top papers are copies of the permits Harrison had his contractor pull for the wiring and plumbing updates that are going to take place at the manor house. I quickly thumb through to the next layer of papers, and nothing jumps out at me. I drop the stack of papers just as I had found them, and move away from the desk right as I hear Alicia returning with the cleaning tools. “After you are done in here, please lock the door behind you.”

She gives me a nod and mumbles, “Ok”.

As I leave the room, I glance back to see her standing the middle of the room. She doesn’t seem motivated to get the work done. She doesn’t seem like a housekeeper at all. Alicia will not be here long, if I get my way. I continue on my search for Philippe.

Around 7:00 PM, Harrison arrives home. I was beginning to get upset because dinner had been set for an hour earlier, but he had been waylaid at the office. I am waiting for him in the foyer with a simple emerald green silk wrap dress, black suede stilettos, and underneath, my black teddy with the green lace trim. I put on a pair of shear black thigh highs to complete the ensemble. I put some soft waves in my hair and used a couple clip-in hair extension pieces that Simone bought me to cover up the patch of missing hair. I felt sexy and ready to seduce my gorgeous husband.

“Good evening, Mr. Towers, may I take your coat?”

His megawatt smile spreads across his face, as he looks me up and down with obvious appreciation. “Mrs. Towers, what a nice surprise!”

I walk over, take his coat from him, and hang it up in the adjacent closet. I turn back to him and see his eyes running up and down my body. I begin to walk toward the dining room, beckoning him to follow me with my eyes. We arrive to the dining room in silence but for the rain pounding against the glass windows and the sexy music thrumming in the background.

Smiling, he turns to me, “Well, what have we here
mi cheri
?

Ohhh, I feel my body reacting to his nearness and the way his voice vibrates through my soul.

The sleek metal table is set with flickering candles and modern white dishware. The scene is sexy, with the drops of rain sliding down the glass windows, blurring the sweeping city views. I motion for him to sit down. He shakes his head no, walks over to me, without saying a word, and swoops me into his arms. His supple lips crash hard onto mine. He puts his hand behind my head to steady me and continues to seek out my tongue with his. My loins are on fire and burning out of control. He leans into me with his obvious arousal pressing against me. He moans and continues to assault my mouth with his own. When we finally come up for air, I realize that we are not alone. I struggle to regain my composure, as I am lightheaded, and my legs feel like rubber. I straighten my dress, and myself as Harrison turns to see what has me distracted.

“Alicia, we didn’t see you there. Do you need something?” Harrison seems out of sorts.

“Uh sorry, Philippe sent me in to ask if you are ready for us to start serving? Should I come back?” She seems jittery.

I step forward and take charge, as Harrison just stands there staring at her. What the hell?!

“No, Alicia, tell Philippe we are ready for the first course. And, Alicia, could you please bring out the Champagne instead of the wine? We are celebrating.” I give her the most authoritative look I can muster.

Harrison sits down and looks at me with his eyebrow raised, “What are we celebrating?”

I think quickly, “This is our first dinner together, eating in this dining room, as a married couple. Besides, the last time we used this table, I believe we weren’t eating.” I feel the flush travel across my face, as I remember the day he laid me out on this cold table and took my body to new heights. He must be thinking about that too, as he is slowly biting his lower lip and looking at me under hooded eyes.

Alicia walks back in with a serving tray and lays out salads in front of each of us. I notice her hands are shaking, as she pours the champagne. I look up at her face and she isn’t even looking at what she is doing; she is busy looking at Harrison. Does she not realize that I am sitting right here and furthermore that he is old enough to be her father?

Harrison is the first to speak.  After she leaves the room, he lifts his glass, “To your recovery and to us and all the future holds.”

“Cheers!” as I clink my glass with his.

As we eat our salads, we discuss his day at work and my day at home. Then we move on to the holiday rapidly approaching.

“Harrison, I was thinking we should invite my parents to Thanksgiving dinner and we could host it here.”

He doesn’t hesitate, “I think that is an excellent idea. In fact, why don’t you invite Simone and whomever else you would like. It will be nice to entertain.”

“That sounds great. I will call Simone later and invite her. Although, it is likely she will be spending it with her humongous family. Maybe she can work us all in.”

“Since we are on the subject of holidays we haven’t touched on the Christmas season. I would really like to get you up to Montreal. My parents are excited to meet you.”

I take in a deep breath. I know that I should be excited about meeting my in-laws, but I worry that I won’t measure up. Maybe, I won’t fit into their world or ideas of whom Harrison should marry.

He always seems to know where my mind has traveled. “They are going to love you. Do not worry.” He takes my hand into his, rubs my ring, and brings my hand to his lips, planting a sumptuous kiss. As I gaze into his eyes, I feel myself practically swooning.

“I love you Harrison.” I lean over to him and kiss him on the cheek. My naughty
body is stirring, and I could care less about finishing our meal. Just as I am about to suggest that we skip the rest, in walks Alicia. Damn it!

She walks over, removes our salad plates, and replaces them with our main entrée. Once again, she is hardly paying attention to what she is doing. As she is setting my plate in front of me, she practically knocks over my glass of champagne. My hand darts out to catch it before it spills.

Her face is bright red, and she stammers an apology. Then she scurries out of the room.

I turn to Harrison, who looks far too bemused. “Seriously? I really don’t know why you hired her. I am getting the feeling that she doesn’t know what she is doing, and she is far too interested in you.”

He laughs, “Now. don’t let your imagination get away from you. She is just young.”

“Yeah, and cute, with a killer figure.”

“I hadn’t noticed, Danielle.” He’s not looking at me but seems to be rather engrossed with the contents of his plate. With Philippe’s help, I selected a fresh Chinook Salmon, which is in season right now. Along with roasted fingerling potatoes and a lightly seasoned steamed vegetable medley.

“Yeah right, and I was born just yesterday.”

He looks at me with a straight face. “Do I sense some jealousy?”

“Sure, I guess you could say that. You, of all people, should know what damage has been done to me from my previous marriage. Trust is hard for me, after what Bradley put me through.”

His look changes with the furrow of his brow. “Well, let’s not forget, I am nothing like Bradley. I don’t even want to hear his name brought up at my dinner table or in this house again. Do you understand me?”He snaps at me.

“What the hell Harrison? I was merely reminding you why I might still be insecure from time to time. It was certainly no reason to bite my head off.” Sheesh.

He continues to eat without responding to me. After a few minutes of silence, much to my relief, in walks Philippe. Smiling, he nods at me and walks over to remove our plates. Harrison looks down at my plate and then at me, “You didn’t finish your food.”

“No, I lost my appetite, but it was good.” I add quickly, so Philippe can hear me.

Philippe turns to Harrison, “Would you like your dessert now?”

“No thank you, Philippe, perhaps we will have some later.”

Harrison turns back to me after Philippe exits the room. He stands up and puts out his hand. “Come, let’s go to our room so we can talk privately.”

Oh! I sure hope he doesn’t think he is getting me as dessert after how he behaved at dinner!

We walk down the long hallway, toward the master wing. I notice that our bedroom door is slightly open. Strange, I remember leaving the door closed after I came out to wait for Harrison. My suspicious mind goes right to Alicia. I need to talk to Harrison about her.

Once we are in our room, he shuts the door behind us. I reach over and flip the lock, which causes him to raise his eyebrow at me. I walk over to our seating area and switch on the fireplace. I sit on the sofa and bend down to remove my pumps. I curl up on the sofa and wait for Harrison to join me.

He removes his tie and unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt. I am mad at him right now, but my body has a mind of its own. He looks hot, and I would like to run my hands under his shirt, over his hard-carved muscles. Instead, I start twisting my hair around my finger. He sits in the stuffed chair with the ottoman and gets comfortable. Without saying a word, he looks at me with his piercing blue eyes. I take in a quick shallow breath. The tension in here could be cut with a knife.

I can’t stand it anymore. “Harrison, why are you so angry with me?

He doesn’t answer me right away. He seems to be thinking about something.

“I do not like the way I am feeling right now, Harrison. I feel insecure and as if there is a distance between us that I can’t put my finger on. I need you to communicate with me.”

“Danielle, I have never liked nor trusted your ex husband. It offends me to no end when you compare us or group me in with him. We are not in the same league, and it is careless of you to suggest anything otherwise.”

I am taken aback. I had not realized that his dislike of Bradley ran so deeply.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I understand that you don’t like him, but do you have to be so volatile with me about it? ”

He crosses his arms and studies me. I hate it when he does this. It makes me feel inferior to him.

“What? Would you say something instead of just looking at me like that?’

“You know, a lot happened while you were in the coma. The least of which, is that the letch tried to visit you. He actually told the nurses that
he
was your husband. I nearly got into a fistfight with him one day, when he showed up while your parents and I were there.”

“Wait, you almost punched an orderly
and
my ex?”

“No, I only told your mother it was an orderly who was gawking at you. I did not want to explain the situation to your mother. She is too nice and would have probably allowed him access.”

I shake my head, “Don’t be so sure, she is convinced you walk on water, and she doesn’t like him for what he did to me.”

“At any rate, Danielle, the nursing staff was confused and allowed him to visit you on several occasions, when I wasn’t there. He is a crafty one. He’d go when there was a shift change and I wasn’t there. When I learned of this, I made arrangements for you to have a private nurse in the room with you.”

“So, then was my phone really missing, or did you simply get me a new one so he couldn’t contact me?”

His brow is furrowed, “No Danielle, your phone was really missing.”

Darn! I had hoped that was the reason and not that someone had really taken it.

“Listen, I’m sorry I got so mad at you about your ex. I just want him away from you and out of our lives. I don’t have any use for him and let’s just leave it at that. There is no reason to keeping hashing this out.

“I couldn’t agree more. Besides, it’s you whom I planned this romantic evening for, not my ex.”

I get up from the couch and walk over to his chair, hiking my dress up; I straddle his lap and begin kissing his firm, supple lips. He responds with vigor and darts his tongue in my mouth, seeking my tongue. I grind my sex against his hard cock. I feel his body burning under me, while I grab his head and run my fingers through his hair. He moans and moves his hands to my ass, as I continue to grind myself on him. I reach down to remove my dress, pulling it over my head, revealing the sexy lingerie. He sucks in his breath and moans as he kisses the tops of my heaving breasts. I take my hand and rub his cock, through his pants. That was enough for him. He picks me up off his lap and places me on the ottoman. He stands
up, as I kneel on the ottoman. I take his shirt in both my hands and rip it open as the buttons fly off. He removes his pants quickly and unleashes his eager cock. I am so turned on by his arousal. I can hardly contain myself. It has been about six weeks since I have felt him in me. My loins ache with need.