Underestimated (68 page)

“Next Thursday.”

“I can’t. Matt is taking next week off. Reschedule

it for the next week and I will.”

I knew that wouldn’t work. Drew didn’t wait on

anyone. It was always on his terms.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I lied. I wasn’t even going

to mention it to him.

I checked my email religiously for the next five

days, and every day there was nothing. I had even told

Dawson that he must have changed his mind.

I got the email late Wednesday night. Dawson was

in the shower, and I checked it for about the hundredth

time since I had last spoke to him.

“Driver will be there at nine in the morning.”

“Really Drew? You expect me to just jump on a

plane with a twelve hour notice?” I emailed right back.

“You had five days’ notice.”

“You’re such an egotistical idiot. I’m not coming.”

“LOL.” That was his last message in big bold

letters. He wouldn’t answer me back when I told him that I

was being serious. Now I either had to really defy him or

fight with Dawson. Like an idiot, I chose to fight with

Dawson.

“I’m dead serious, Riley. I don’t want you to go

there alone. I’m begging you not to go there alone,”

Dawson pleaded when I told him.

“It’s a two hour flight, Daw. I will be back by like

three or four in the afternoon.”

“I don’t like it,” he said.

Well duh, I knew that.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Stop

worrying about me. I will be fine,” I promised.

He laughed when the little one kicked him. My

belly had really grown. It seemed like I woke up one

morning, and it was there.

“There and back?” he asked, giving in. I was

hoping he didn’t stay mad. I needed him to control my

raging hormones and hoped that they stayed intact until I

got back. I didn’t need to be screwing up and screwing

Drew again.

***

pregnant. His eyes darted straight to my stomach when I

answered the door the following morning.

“Um, do you have a bag?” he stuttered.

“No. I’m not staying overnight,” I replied,

retrieving my purse. I should have known right that second

that I wasn’t coming home that night. The look that Gary

gave me told me that I wouldn’t be returning that night.

It was a pretty quick flight and I was driven to a

five star hotel in Kingston and then escorted up to the

penthouse suite. The only thing I could do was laugh after

tipping the bellhop. The room was as romantic as I had

ever seen. A black sleek evening dress lay across the bed

with beautiful shoes to match. I picked up the note and

laughed again.

“No panties.”

Fuck. He was planning on seducing me. My stupid

vagina just happened to wake from the dead. How fucking

convenient.

I dialed his number right away.

“I’m not staying here, Drew,” I demanded as soon

as he said hello.

“Yes you are,” he replied. I was sure if I could see

through the phone that he was grinning from ear to ear.

“No. I’m not. Where am I supposed to go sign

these papers? And what the hell am I supposed to do with

this dress?” I yelled.

“Yes you are, the papers will be signed tonight,

and you are supposed to put it on and meet me downstairs

for dinner at six,” he rattled off, answering every one of

my firing questions.

“Why did I need to be here at eleven in the

morning? Where are you planning on staying? Why didn’t

you tell me you were planning on me staying, and if you

would have been around me over the last few months you

would know that my five months pregnant belly is not

going to fit in that dress.”

“Look at the tag. Yes it will. I have to go wrap a

few things up. I’ll see you at six.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me,” I yelled a second

too late.

“Grrrrr,” I moaned, slamming my phone to the bed.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? I was

stuck in a romantic hotel room. Dawson was going to be

pissed.

“I’m coming after you,” he yelled in the phone.

Yup. He’s pissed
.

“No, you’re not. I’m fine. He said the papers

would be ready in the morning, and I will be home by

noon,” I lied to him once again thanks to Drew Fucking

Kelley.

“How the hell am I supposed to know that he’s not

going to take you away some place, and I can’t find you?”

“He’s not going to do that, Daw. If that was his

plan he would have already done it. I’m not afraid of

Drew. I promise, I am fine, and I will see you tomorrow.”

Dawson groaned through the phone. “Tell me you

love me.”

I smiled. “I love you. Don’t worry about me.”

“Take care of my baby.”

“I will. I’ll call you later.”

I was a nervous freaking wreck sitting around that

room all day. I sat out on the balcony overlooking the city

for a while, but it was cold. I mostly just paced, waiting

for six o’clock. This was a mind game. This was just

another one of Drew’s sick jokes. He knew I would go

nuts with anticipation.

Someone knocked on my door at four o’clock. I

opened it to find two women and a cart.

“We’re here to help you get ready, Mrs. Kelley,”

the younger of the two said.

I never said a word. I just snorted and let them in.

“Would you like a shower first?” the same girl

asked.

I didn’t know why I said yes. I’d just showered

that morning, but I did want to freshen up my legs. Yes. I

was already thinking about the night ahead with Drew. I

was still going to be strong, and refuse to let him stay with

me, but I knew how un-resilient I seemed to be around him

so just in case, I showered.

The ladies blow dried my hair, curled it, did my

nails, toes and fingers, my makeup and then helped me

with my dress. I thanked them and waited another thirty

minutes to meet Drew in the dining room. I looked in the

full length mirror, and for a fat chick, I looked hot.

I knew how anal Drew was about punctuality and

decided to make him wait. I smiled down at my phone

when I was being escorted to his table, fifteen minutes

late. He lowered his when he saw me.

“You are stunning,” he said, standing and kissing

my cheek.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Drew wasn’t wearing his sexy jeans or his

customary suit. He was in gray dress slacks with a black

cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up on his arms.

He was sporting a neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow,

and I was no longer hungry, not for food anyway. I wanted

to fucking devour him right there.

“Flying solo,” I asked, trying to keep cool.

He smiled. He knew exactly what I was hinting at.

“Yes. She’s in Vegas.”

“Where’s the paperwork?” I asked.

“We’re not signing it until tomorrow morning.”

Other than the fact that I didn’t really lie to

Dawson I was pissed. I didn’t want to be Drew’s pawn.

I stood up. I would meet him the next morning for

the important business that he insisted that I had to be there

twenty four hours early.

He lightly took my wrist. “Sit down, Morgan,” he

demanded. I didn’t want to sit down. I wanted to tell him

to fuck off and make a scene right there. I couldn’t. His

spellbinding stare forced me to sit; besides he had rented

out the whole fucking room. We were the only ones there.

He smiled. “How’s my baby?” he asked.

You have got to be kidding me.

“My baby is doing great,” I smartly said.

He grinned. “You might want to watch the tone. I

have been waiting for three months to bend you over my

knee.”

Stupid fucking vagina. You do remember that we

are panty-less?”

“What do you want Drew?” I asked, exasperated.

He stood and took my hand. “Lets dance.”

Huge mistake. Being in Drew’s arms, smelling

him, touching him, feeling his heartbeat, did something to

me. I can’t explain that either. It just did. There was a

chemistry between us that Dawson and I didn’t have. We

never did. This understanding between Drew and I was

something that had always been there, even when I hated

him, and it confused the hell out of me. But I also knew

what Drew, and I had been about… passion, and that

passion was in the bedroom. Drew wouldn’t be the man

that I wanted my baby to be raised by.

“Are you wearing panties,” he asked.

Drew had a one track mind, and it was focused

right between my thighs.

I shook my head. “No,” I answered, looking up to

his accomplished smile.

He lowered his hand to the side of my belly and

his lips to mine, and I freaking parted them for him. I even

moaned in his mouth. I was doomed.

“You need to come, don’t you?” he whispered,

kissing my neck as I moved it back and to the side giving

him full access.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

Drew slid his hand between my legs, raising just

the front of my dress. I grabbed his hand and regained my

equanimity.

“I didn’t mean right now,” I protested.

“Move your hand,” he demanded.

What the fuck? I looked around to the empty room

and moved my hand. I thought for sure I would fall when I

felt his fingers glide slowly up my throbbing, betraying,

wet pussy.

“Fuck, Morgan,” he rasped in the crook of my neck

as his fingers did forbidding things in a public setting. I

could only respond with a moan.

I was going to fucking come. I was going to let go

right there on the empty dance floor. He grinded into me,

and I could feel his rock hard rod on my stomach. I wanted

him. I wanted him inside of me right that second. I would

have lain spread eagle right there on the marble dance

floor. I didn’t care who saw. I actually felt a little

excitement at the thought of being watched.

“Shit, Drew,” I whimpered.

“Come to me, baby,” he whispered. I did. We

shared a moan in each other’s mouth as my walls

constricted around his fingers.

“I hate you,” I panted.

Drew laughed and removed his fingers from me. I

looked around once again at the empty room. It was one of

those times where you felt like you were being watched.

Whether we were or not, I didn’t know, but it sure felt like

there were eyes staring at us.

“I love you, and I love you,” he said, bending and

kissing my belly.

Great…

Drew led me back to the table, and I knew for sure

we were being watched during our public, well my public

orgasm, I should say. As soon as we were seated we were

served our meals. I wasn’t surprised that they had already

been ordered. Drew was known for ordering for me. I

didn’t mind. He always did okay.

“You can’t stay with me,” I told Drew matter-of-

fact. He couldn’t. I was trying my best to be true to

Dawson. If I let him come anywhere close to me where

there was an accessible bed, I was finished. Hell, I had

just let him finger me on the freaking dance floor for

God’s Sake.

“Yes I can,” he said, twirling his noodles around

his fork.

“Drew, what the hell are you trying to do here?”

“I’m trying to get my wife to understand that I

intend to fuck her senseless tonight and then she’s going to

fall asleep naked in my arms. You’re a pretty smart girl. I

don’t think you need a comprehensive walk-through.”

“Jesus Christ, Drew. I haven’t even talked to you

in almost three months. What the hell makes you think that

you can just insist that I fly here, have dinner with you, and

then go to bed with you? You’re crazy, and I mean that

literally. I don’t want to sleep with you.” I demanded. Of

course he smiled that stupid sexy smile that went straight

to my groin again.

“Let me stay with you, and I promise I won’t touch

you unless you tell me to.”

Like I could do that. I shook my head and pushed

my almost finished plate away. I was having sex with this

man. It was inevitable.

“Tell me how the doctor’s appointments are

going,” he coaxed, stabbing my half eaten steak with his

fork and placing it on his plate. My hand automatically

went to my stomach. I rubbed in circles as I looked up to

this beautiful man, defeated.