A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (10 page)

“Great!” I exclaimed, stumbling to the bedroom to pack a
quick bag. “I'm heading for the airport. I'll fly out to her.” Throwing
clothing, I implored her, “Find out where she’s staying and call me as soon as
you know.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you so much, Jane.” I said sincerely.

“Evan.” I hear sternness in her voice, “Make sure you don't
break her heart. I don't know what your feelings are for her, but you need to
set her straight. She's been through enough. And this is the worst time of the
year for her.”

“That's why I need to find her,” I said in a broken voice.

I hung up with Jane and wondered, what exactly was I going
to say to Melissa when I found her. What did I feel for her? I think I'm in
love with her. Never have I wanted to be with someone every day. I wanted to
wake up with her every morning and go to sleep with her every night.

I quickly finished packing my bag while calling Charles to
drive me to the airport. I secured a first-class seat on a flight set to take
off in thirty minutes, and I quickly raced to the gate. I hadn't heard from
Jane as we were taking off. The flight was pure hell thinking about Melissa.
How could she runaway from me? What if Jane can’t get the information? What if
she didn’t use a credit card? Would I be able to find her? I had to… I had to
let her know how I felt about her. One woman may have walked away from me, but
I’d be damned if this one would.

By the time we landed at LAX, thankfully, I had a voicemail
from Jane saying Melissa had checked into Shutter on the Beach. I quickly made
my way to the exit to find a driver waiting for me. I gave him the name of the
hotel, and we drove off. Time to get my bébé back in my arms.

Once at Shutters, I made a beeline to the young man working
behind the front desk and hoped that he could help me get my plan in motion. I
extended my hand to him and he shook it, and I began, “Good afternoon, my name
is Evan Duke. My girlfriend, Melissa Bennette, checked in yesterday. I didn't
think I could get away to join her for the weekend, but fortunately things
changed freeing up my schedule, so I am here to surprise her. I am hoping you
will close out her bill, put the charges on my credit card then get us the best
suite you have. An ocean view would be perfect if you have one available.”

He nodded with a smile, “Of course, Mr. Duke. Let me see
what I can do." After several minutes at his computer he looked up, “We do
have a suite with an ocean view available, so I think we can help you make that
surprise happen, sir.”

Handing him my credit card, I chuckled, “That's the first
thing to go right in 24 hours.”

So far, my plan was going off without a hitch. Melissa's
things were packed and moved to our new room, the front desk employees were
ready with the story to tell her when she showed up wondering why her key
didn't work and I had a bottle of champagne delivered for us to share. Now, all
I had to do was wait for the call telling me she was on her way to me.

Melissa…

AFTER LUNCH, I took my time walking
back to the hotel enjoying the ocean view. The weather was gorgeous. The
combination of sunshine, a full belly of lobster mac and the lack of sleep made
me yawn, and suddenly I couldn't get to the hotel fast enough for a much needed
nap. Hurrying to my room, I dropped my packages in front of the door and
inserted the key card into the door and received a red light. I tried it a few
more times, but it still didn't work. “Damn!” I gathered up my shopping bags
and went down to the front desk.

“Excuse me, sir. My room key doesn't work.”

“Your name, please.”

“Melissa Bennette.”

The clerk types on the computer keyboard. “It says here that
your room was needed by a regular guest of the hotel.”

“What?” I asked agitated and added “I need a room!” I was so
tired. I just want to crawl into bed. I raised my voice demanding, “What the
hell did you do with my things?” I was truly not myself.

“I’m sorry, miss. Don’t worry; we have new accommodations
for you. We upgraded you to one of our suites for this inconvenience, and your
belongs have been moved to the suite. Again, we are truly sorry for this
inconvenience. Here is your new room key. Let me get someone to carry your
packages up to the room.”

“No, thank you. I just want to get to my room, I can
manage.” I said grabbing the new key. “Just point me in the right direction.” I
snapped, and then quickly apologize for my bad behavior before heading to the
elevator.

I stopped at the door of Beach Suite, inserted the key and
thankfully receive a green light. I turned the handle and walked into a
gorgeous living room with a fireplace, comfy furnishings and a balcony. I
dropped my bags on the floor and noticed there was a bucket with champagne on a
table. A glass of champagne had already been poured. “Nice touch,” I said to
myself, “I could use that right about now!”

Instead of falling into bed as I had planned, I picked up
the glass of bubbly, took a sip, then grabbed the bottle and walked out on the
balcony. I almost dropped the glass and bottle when I saw the most beautiful
view ever. On a chaise lounge wearing Wayfarer sunglasses, a pair of shorts and
an open button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, sat a dark-haired vision.

“Hey bébé, come here.” Evan said patting the chaise lounge,
removing his sunglasses.

I didn't move. “What are you doing here? How did you find
me?”

His blue eyes were filled with worry and concern as he
studied my face, “Come sit with me and I'll tell you.”

I moved to the rail of the balcony and gazed out at the
ocean. “I came here to get away from everything that reminds me of you, and now
here you are fucking that up.” I turned and looked at him, hating that I still
could mostly only think of how gorgeous he was, “Do you have any idea what I am
going through? What you have put me through?”

“Oh, bébé. I'm so sorry. I really have no idea how things
got so messed up between us. Please, ma cherie, come sit with me. I'll try to
explain.

I hesitated. He flashed me his most winningest smile, gave
me that little wink that I love so much, replaced his sexy glasses and I had to
give in.

With my heart racing, I walked toward him. When I was within
reach, he grabbed my hand, pulled me down on his lap, took my glass of
champagne and the bottle and set them on a side table and gave me a sweet, soft
kiss on my lips.

I pulled back and looked at him. “Why are you here? Why
aren't you off with ‘Isabelle’?”

“ISABELLE? Why would I be off with her?” He looked at me
confused.

I didn’t say anything.

“Oh.” He raised an eyebrow, “You saw her name on my phone?”

I nod my head yes.

“Bébé, Isabelle is a family friend. I called her to help me
with a project.”

“I heard you talk to her about going away together; cocktails
play time.”

“You obviously didn't listen to my whole conversation. I was
talking about my family's holiday cocktail party and taking you for a getaway
to an upstate bed and breakfast.” He said running his hand up and down my arm
raising goose bumps on my skin.

“But… but you made it clear that our time together was over
Friday morning. I thought you were lining up your next fuck.”

“Whoa!" I felt him stiffen. “When did I ever say that?”

“You asked me to stay four more days with you. Friday
morning you were cold and distant. I knew I fucked up our last night by getting
drunk, but I thought at least you would give me a warmer goodbye. Not the total
brush-off. “

Evan pulled me closer into him and tilted my face to his.
“I'm sorry. I had so much on my mind that morning. I was finishing a big
project I had been working on all week. I needed it completed and perfect by
Friday afternoon. I had no plan of ending our time together.”

“I never heard from you all day. When you dropped me off at
work, you were so cold. I knew that was the end. That's why I gave you a quick
kiss and ran off.” I bit my lip to stop the tears from coming remembering that
morning.

“I told you I'd see you later.” I looked at him confused and
then lowered my head. “You didn't hear me, did you?”

Shaking my head in his chest, I answered softly, “No. I
couldn't hear what you said. I had to get away from you. I didn't want you to
see me crying.”

Evan grasped my ponytail and pulled it gently, lifting my
head up to his. He captured my lips with his, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I welcomed his kiss and responded to him eagerly. Oh, how I have missed his
kisses.

“Oh bébé, if I don't get my cock into you now, I'm going to
go crazy.” He growled scooping me up and walking me into the bedroom. We started
ripping each other’s clothes off and fell on to the bed.

Evan had me on my back, my legs spread and he pounded into
me. “Ooooh mon dieu. There's nothing better. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Evan.”

He was groaning and going at me harder and deeper, and I heard
loudly, “Je t'aime, bébé.” There was no mistaking his words this time.

He got me wild. I was lifting into him, wrapping my legs
around his waist and he placed his hands under my ass and drove in even deeper.
I felt him harder and thicker than he'd ever been and I was moaning, crying out
his name as my walls were tightening around his cock. He felt so good inside of
me. “Melissa, open your eyes. Look at me and come for me, bébé.”

I did as I was told and I felt him coming deep inside me. “I
love you Evan, I love you so much,” I said with tears streaming down my face. I
didn't care if he only told me in the heat of the moment. I loved him!

He rolled onto his side, keeping us still connected and
started kissing me deeply. I could feel him getting harder inside me. How could
it be? He was as hard as a rock inside me, and I was loving it as he pulled in
and out slowly. It was so intense, so loving. Our tongues were moving at the
same leisurely pace. We were both looking at each. I could see the love in his
eyes, and I was lost forever.

Ever so slowly we built to a mutual orgasm. We stay
connected, holding on to each other and fell asleep. There was nowhere else I
would rather be than in his strong arms.

AFTER SOME INTIMATE time in bed with
my sexy Melissa, we took a walk by the ocean.  Quietly we strolled along the
sand hand-in-hand. She was so beautiful with her blonde hair blowing in the sea
breeze. I pulled her hand up occasionally kissing the inside of her wrist. She
smiled and my chest tightened. I truly loved this woman.

Looking at her, the events of yesterday flooded my mind and
I was thrown back, going over everything that happened. I couldn't tell you how
happy I was to find her in California and that she was all right. I
was frantic when she didn't show up at her apartment on Friday night after
work. I called her office around the time she usually wrapped up her day and
was told she left early. Given that information, I knew she could arrive at any
moment, and I was excited to see her. When she didn’t arrive after a couple of
hours, I started pacing the floor. Where was she? Did something happen to her?
I was still mad at myself for not having Charles pick her up from work. Knowing
she actually ran away from me, I was more scared. I didn't want to lose her.
I'd never been in a relationship. I was used to doing what I wanted, when I
wanted and not having to answer to anyone, especially not a woman. My life was
organized, scheduled, everything was under control. She had thrown me
out of my comfort zone.

“Evan? Hello!” She poked me in the arm with her free hand,
looking up at me with a gleam in her pretty blue eyes. I loved the way she
looked at me.

I smiled at her. “I'm sorry bébé.” Pulling her
hand up to my lips, I murmured, “Were you saying something?”

“Oui, monsieur,” she answered softly and then blurted, “J'ai
faim!”

I laughed at her cry for food and agreed, “Me too. Let's go
eat.” Before heading toward a restaurant, I took Melissa in my arms and kissed
her deeply. I loved how she moaned when we kissed. She had me so fucking hard,
I had to control myself. I wanted to throw her down in the sand and fuck her. I
could never get enough; I wanted to be inside of her all the time.

I growled as I pull us apart and picked her up into my arms
and carried her to the boardwalk. “You don't have to carry me,” she lightly
protested knowing it won’t do her any good.

“You know I love to carry you, bébé.” I kissed her nose, and
she giggled. “Let's hurry up and eat so I can take you back to the room, I need
more of you.” More giggles escaped Melissa's lips.

I wandered up the beach, heading to the foot-bridge across
Pacific Coast Highway that once crossed, would deliver us right into the heart
of a variety of dining venues. After we made our way across the sand, Melissa insisted
I let her walk, and reluctantly I agreed. Setting her gently in the sand, I
took her in my arms for another long kiss. I couldn't help it, I loved having
my hands on her, not to mention my cock buried in her. Pushing those thoughts
to the back of my mind, I growled, breaking our kiss. Adjusting myself, I
wrapped my arm around her waist and we walked on.

Looking at my watch, I realized it was too early for dinner,
so I suggested we have a few cocktails at the 700 Suite rooftop lounge at the
Shangri-la Hotel while we enjoy the sunset. Melissa had her usual bubbly, and I
opted for a nice glass of red wine while we share an appetizer. Looking across
the table, I was enchanted by the pretty view. The coastline was picturesque,
but the vision of Melissa was better than a million seaside sunsets and I hoped
to see at least that many with her. She needed to know that she could never run
away from me again, my heart couldn't take it.

“Hey bébé, come sit next to me.” She smiled as she moved
from her chair to the sofa and snuggled up next to me. I breathed in all that
was Melissa: Her hair, the light scent of her perfume. Her natural scent was
erotic, it made me instantly hard. A low deep growl formed in my throat and as
I nuzzled her ear, it escaped my lips.

“Someone sounds hungry for something other than food,”
Melissa purred. I raised an eyebrow at her and winked. She laughed and nibbled
my neck.

I groaned, “You better watch it, or I'll fuck you right here
on this table in front of everyone.”

“Mmmm, I think I would like that.” I definitely heard
another purr escape her lips.

I placed a naughty little kiss on her mouth and shifted her
away from me. I wanted her to see my face, and how serious I was when I told
her how I felt about her running away and that it was not to happen again.
“Melissa, bébé,” I said in a serious tone, making sure I had her full
attention before I continued, “I’m sorry I was so quiet earlier, but
I was thinking about your fleeing to California without any word to anyone. You
can't do that. Everyone was worried about you.”

“Only you were worried about me,” She lowered her head,
searching for the right words to help me understand.

Placing my hand under her chin, I lifted her face, “That's
not true, bébé, Jane was worried too.”

Melissa pulled back from me and shook her head, replying,
“Only because you contacted her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have known I was
gone.”

Why was she arguing with me? I was trying to tell her how
important she was to me. I could feel the heat rising on my face as my anger
and frustration with this conversation began to affect my tone with her,
“Regardless. I knew you were missing, and I didn't like it.”

Sensing a change in my mood she
responded in a light voice, “I'm sorry, but Evan you don't understand my life.
Besides Jane, and now you, I have no one that cares what I do from day to day.
This is new all to me.” I could see she was about to add a comment, but she was
hesitant. I waited patiently, and she continued, “I had no idea that you
actually cared this much about me.” The look on her face was heartbreaking. I
wanted to take her in my arms, but I knew from her body language that we needed
to finish our conversation first. She could not run from me again.

“Bébé, I want you in my life. I want to be part of your
life. You're not alone anymore.” I could see she was confused.

“Thank you,” she whispered.  “It's nice to have someone care
about me.”

When I heard her say “someone” I was blown away. What the
hell? I didn't want to be just someone; I wanted to be the only one. I wanted
her to trust me and know that I was here for her. I pulled her in for a chaste
kiss on the lips and then tucked her in tight to me as we quietly finished our
drinks and appetizers.

Once the sun had dipped into the ocean, I asked, “Are you
ready to get some real dinner now?”

A wanton look appeared on Melissa's face, and I knew what
the next words out of her mouth would be as she said them while blushing all
the while. “I'd rather dinner be consumed in our hotel bed.”

Growling into her ear I agreed with her, quickly paying the
check. We rushed back to the hotel for room service and non-stop play time
throughout the night and into the early morning hours.

Melissa…

“GOOD MORNING, BÉBÉ,” I heard as I
stretched out naked next to a beautiful hard body.

“Bonjour, monsieur.” I said into a very sexy pair of
sparkling blue eyes.

“Speaking of bonjour, tomorrow afternoon we're flying to
Paris. I have to attend a special holiday charity fashion show and a photo-op
was just added.”

“I can't go to Paris, I have to work,” I answered abruptly.

Shaking his finger in a no-no gesture and then running it
along my bottom lip, he replied, “Jane already told me you weren't coming back
to the city until Tuesday and that the agency was shutting down for the
holidays. That means you have no excuse, and you can come with me.”

Arguing his point, I responded, “First of all, I don't have
my passport with me.”

“It should be here this evening. I had Jane overnight
it,” he answered very matter-of-factly.

I questioned, “Clothes?”

Apparently he had an answer for everything, “You have some
warm clothing in your bag and we can buy you anything else you need in Paris.”

“You've figured it all out it seems,” I just looked at him. 
I couldn't think of another argument.

He had a yummy grin on his face when he said, “I have plans
for you!” But quickly that look faded to a serious one, “I want you to go with
me because I don't want you getting any crazy ideas in your head and running
off again.”

“You confuse moi,” I said quietly.

“Bébé, you’re the one that has confused me. I never thought
that I could feel this way about someone. I hate being without you. When I'm
not with you, I think about you all the time.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Drawing in a deep
breath, my eyes filled with tears. “You scare me. What will I do when you've
had enough of me?”

“I'm never going to get enough of you,” he answered pulling
me as tightly to him as possible. He ended our conversing by covering my mouth
with his, and we started the morning off with another parfait roll between the
sheets.

Evan…

AFTER SHOWERING AND dressing in
plush hotel robes, we had breakfast out on our balcony.  The weather was
unbelievable; sunny, warm with clear blue skies. The smell of the salt air was
intoxicating or was that the scent of Melissa? Both were divine. I loved the
sound of the waves crashing on the shore; it mimics the intense pounding of my
heart that happened every time I looked at my bébé.

“I'm starving,” she said biting into a flaky croissant while
stabbing a strawberry with her fork. “You gave moi quite a workout!” She said
with a grin, taking a seductive bite of her fruit.

Raising an eyebrow I asked, “Are you complaining?”

“Mmmm,” she licked her lips and exclaimed, “Never!”

I growled, “Bébé, you need to stop eating like that or I’m
going to drag you back to bed, and we’ll never get out of here. I have a nice
day planned for us, so play nice with your food,” I wagged a warning finger at
her, and she laughed.

Melissa wasn't kidding when she said she was starving, I'd
never seen her eat so much. Not one scrap of food was left on her plate. It was
so good to see her beautiful, smiling face. I loved listening to all of her
yummy noises while she ate. I'd give anything to see her happy every day of my
life. She's experienced so much sadness. I wanted to take it all away and give
her new memories.

“You're looking awfully serious, Mr. Duke. You have that
brooding model look splashed across your face.” She winked and giggled.

I flashed her a few more facial poses, and she laughed
hysterically. “Are you ready to get out of here? It’s a perfect day for a
drive, and I have a special car waiting for us.”

“I think I like your earlier offer to drag moi back to bed.
Can’t we just stay indoors?” She winked at me.

I laughed. “Don’t worry, bébé. We can play outdoors too.”

I finished my breakfast, placed a chaste kiss on her
forehead and quickly walked inside to dress leaving her to finish her café
crème. I knew that if we attempted to get dressed together it would be at least
another hour before we got out of the room. Just I was tying up my shoes;
Melissa sauntered in and dropped her robe. I promptly slapped her on the ass,
“Get dressed naughty girl,” I laughed before taking my much needed exit to the
living room. I was happy she didn't keep me waiting long and appeared within
minutes, dressed and ready.