Reece's Faith (11 page)

"Oh, wow. What brought that on?" Faith managed to get out before her lips were consumed once more. She pressed herself hard into the leather-covered thigh.

"You were a bad girl last night, Faith." Reece narrowed her eyes and stared at her actresses lips.

"What?" Faith was a bit confused at the change of mood in her lover and pulled back to look at her.

"The pillow.. it smells like you were a bad girl."

"Oh..." Faith blushed.

"Did you actually follow through on your threat?" Reece inhaled the pillow once more.

"Well, I didn't intend to at first." she confessed.

"Then explain how my pillow smells like you?"

"I was only hugging it, really, but then I started thinking about what you said, you know, about the bag of goodies..."

"You pictured me playing with myself?" Reece smirked.

"And the bag." Faith lowered her head. "The pillow was just...there...so I uh..."

"Humped my pillow?" she leered. "I thought I told you to wait for me?"

"I thought you said you'd be home to make love to me." Faith countered.

Reece thought about a reply, but raised an eyebrow instead.

"Uh huh. I thought so." Faith kissed Reece's nose and stood up. "I better go down and see to my parents. They're going to be impossible to deal with, so you stay up here for a while to avoid confrontation. Okay?"

"Sure...you go ahead, tell me you masturbated with my pillow and just leave me hanging here." Reece cupped her crotch for emphasis.

"You just get your hand out of there, woman. Any touching being done over there needs my supervision."

"Hell yeah. Go on.. I'll be waiting for you."

Faith winked and licked her lips as she disappeared out the door.

 
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"So you see, it was an honest mistake." Faith laughed as she explained the situation.

"I don't like the looks of her one bit, young lady."

"Daddy, please.. she's really a good person. I wish you didn't judge people so quickly by what they look like."

Reece stopped eavesdropping on the stairs when she heard Faith get upset.

"Well, only a crazy person dresses in all leather. Or a..."

"Dad, don't you dare..." Faith warned as she saw Reece coming down the stairs.

"Good morning." offered Marsha.

Reece grunted, still embarrassed.

"Reece, be nice." Faith tossed her a look.

"I had no idea who you were, Mrs. Ashford. I was asleep."

"That's ok. What's done is done." She threw up her hands.

"You call that an apology? What are you, on drugs, maniac? Scaring my wife half out of her wits!"

Shit is he hostile!
"That was as good as it gets,
Sir
."

"Dad, please, let's drop this."
pleaseohpleaseohplease..

"Fine. I for one would like to put this whole ugly incident out of my head."

"Yes, let's do that." Reece snapped. "It's not like I enjoyed it."

Faith gave her a pleading look, and Reece's nostrils stopped flaring.

"I started a pot of coffee, Reece, would you like some?"
Please calm down, baby,
Faith prayed.

"Well, how about if I whip up some breakfast for us, huh?"

"Mom, really, that won't be necessary. I'm not hungry anyway."

"Don't be silly, once you smell the bacon, you'll be ravenous. How about a tour around the kitchen cabinets, honey?"

"Alright, if you insist." Faith shot Reece a look ordering her to comply.

"My mouth is watering already. Mrs. Ashford, if Faith learned how to cook from you, then I can hardly wait."

This time, Faith gave Reece a look that she'd never seen before.
Whoa, that's new. Baby's got some temper.
She chuckled.

"What exactly do you do, Reece? And what kind of a name is Reece? Irish?"

Great. Which one of those zingers do I want to answer first?
"Um, it's Italian, actually...

Faith bit her lip so she wouldn't giggle, earning a curious glance from Marsha.

"It doesn't sound Italian to me." Quinn cocked his head and smiled.

Sure, bait me, asshole.
"Reece is short for Theresa."

There was a snicker from her lover.

"Ah, I see. So, Theresa, what kind of business are you in?" Quinn gave Reece an eyebrow.

There was a muffled chortle from beside the cabinets.

"I'm self-employed. I own a business." The club owner fidgeted in her chair. She was torn between making a good impression to please her lover and running out of there as fast as she could.

"I see. What kind of business are we talking about? This is quite a spread you have here."

"I own a gentleman's club." She scowled at Faith.

Faith watched in anticipation as her father and lover had "the" conversation. Her mother had stopped scrambling around the kitchen and stood expectantly at her daughter's side.

"A gentleman's club." he repeated, as his face turned slightly pink.

Reece sat taller and her expression changed to defensive.

"She inherited it, daddy. She was left the club in a will," Faith hurried to offer.

"You own a strip club?"

"Yes, I do. Problem?" Reece clenched her jaw.

"Daddy, calm down. Its not like she's doing anything illegal..."

"Illegal, no. Disgusting, yes." He stood up. "Faith, you are not associating with this pig. She's is a freak, a pervert..."

Reece's eyes were huge.
Ok, breathe...10..9...8..7...

Faith could see her lover's chest heaving with anger.

"Quinn, dear, please calm down."

"You are not living with a filthy piece of..."

Reece stood up so fast the chair fell over.

Afraid her premonition of Reece beating her father would come true, Faith tried to calm the situation. "Daddy, Baby, please. Let's not get crazy here."

Faith saw the expression on Reece's face change. Immediately she realized what she had said and swallowed hard.

"What did you call her?" Quinn was furious.

Seeing as Faith seemed to be paralyzed, Reece stepped closer to Quinn.

"She called me Baby." The tall woman leaned down into the angry man's face.

"Faith Ashford! Why would you call this rude and nasty woman such a thing?" He pointed wildly in Reece's face.

6...5...4...3..

"Reece is my lover." The actress glanced in the tall woman's direction.

"Excuse me?" Marsha squeaked

"What did you say?" Quinn sat back down with a thud.

Faith walked over and grabbed her lover's hand. The club owner peered down into frightened green eyes and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

With Reece squeezing her hand, and the safety she felt in her eyes, a wave of confidence washed over the actress.

"I said, Reece is my lover." She smiled.

"Why you filthy little.." Quinn's lunge at his daughter was stopped by the taller woman's crushing grip on his wrist.

"Sir, I suggest you sit back down now." She sneered. When he resisted, her face twisted into a sadistic smile.

"Oh Jesus!" he gasped as he felt his bones close to being crushed.

"I said sit!" Reece snarled.

Faith stood frozen as her father obeyed. She was mortified at the turn of events, and frightened by the look on her lover's face.

"Babe, let go of him. It's ok. Come on."

"Your dyke tried to kill me!" he yelled once he had his hand back.

"Quinn! Stop it this instant! Can't you see she was trying to protect Faith?"

"She's an abomination.." He wouldn't look at her, but he gestured in her direction.

"Yeah, well, I'm an abomination too, Daddy. We love each other. We live here in this house in blasphemy and do horribly perverted things to each other on that table."

"Oh my god... I think I'm going to have a heart attack. You're looking to kill me, aren't you?"

"Daddy, grow the hell up." Faith smiled at her lover, who looked like she was desperately trying not to laugh.

"Good lord, Faith! This is how you repay us for all that we did for you? What else are you gong to surprise us with?"

"Well, I could show you my nipple ring." She smirked as Reece made clicking noises with her tongue piercing. "But then you'd have to give me a dollar."

"Marsha! Listen to your daughter!" he yelled frantically.

"I am," she stated calmly. "And I think she told you, didn't she." She winked at the two women.

"Sir, I suggest you find a hotel to stay in if you cannot treat your daughter with respect. This is our house--you're just visiting." Reece stood behind Faith and held her shoulders. "I don't tolerate idiots too well." She looked down at Faith. "I tried, Babe, I tried."

Faith felt a kiss to her hair, and then the warmth and support of her lover was gone.

"You know, Daddy, you had better lighten up, she could have done some serious damage to you. I won't stop her next time."

"Faith, honey, it's ok. I'll take care of your father. You go on and take care of your, um, friend. I will not leave here under such conditions."

"Thanks, Mom. I apologize for this whole thing." she blew out a breath and headed after Reece.
What the hell else can happen today?

The doorbell rang. Faith opened the door to find two police officers on the stoop.

"Can I help you?"

"Is this the Corbett residence?"

"Yeah, that freak is Corbett." Quinn motioned towards Reece.

"Reece Corbett?"

She nodded suspiciously.

"You are being placed under arrest. Palms against the wall.. spread 'em."

"Wait a minute! What are the charges? You just can't walk in here.."

"Faith, honey, it's alright."

"Trespassing, aggravated assault, criminal mischief..."

"Son of a bitch!" The club owner realized what was going on.

"Reece! What the hell is going on?" Faith was panicked, holding on to her lover's arm.