Something More (8 page)

A grin as wide as the
Mississippi River flashes on his face. “Absolutely. I've been ready. I just
hadn't met you yet.” Oh my. My heart melts. That sounds like a line, though…albeit
a very good line. What is he trying to do to me?
Oh, wait.
The game. I
have to stay strong for the game.
No panty-dropping tonight, mister!

“And you are willing to
wait until I am ready? You're going to stay monogamous to me even before I'm
ready?”

“Of course!” he
exclaims. “I want to be with you and only you. There is no one else for me as
far as I'm concerned.”
Wow
. How can he make that kind of commitment when
he hardly knows me? What if we are incompatible in bed? This thought saddens me.

“What is it?” he asks.

“I just don't see how
you can make that kind of commitment when you hardly know anything about me or
how we would be together.”

“It's quite simple,
Rebecca. This feeling, this electricity, this pull, means something. We are
meant to be. I've never felt anything like it and you've never felt anything
like it. Everything else will fall into place as it should.”

Having been married
before, I don't see it exactly as he does. Although, I think he is right about
our electricity. It is something out of this world. It's an
amazing
feeling.

“I need to think about
this. You've sprung this on me like you did the soul mate thing earlier. It's a
lot to take in.”

“I understand. And I
will wait, for however long it takes. I want you to be mine.” He gives a shy
smile.
Oh, dear
. That word. That beautiful face of his. He makes me melt
in so many ways.

“You sure know how to
keep a girl on her toes, Mr. Chambers.” I give him a wry smile. “And speaking
of keeping a girl on her toes, how the hell did you get my cell phone number?”

Drew gives me a half
smile. “It's all about who you know, and I know a lot of people.” I glare at
him.

The waiter appears with
the wine. He offers Drew a look at the bottle and he nods in approval. The
waiter pours our glasses and then sets the bottle in an ice bucket next to the
table. He asks Drew if we are ready to order.
Shit!
I haven't really
looked at the menu yet. I will just get a steak or something. I quickly look at
the menu and see filet mignon. Yes, that looks good. I look up at Drew to let
him know that I'm ready, giving him a slight nod.

“Ma'am?” the waiter
asks.

“I will have the filet
mignon, medium.”

“And for you Mr.
Chambers?” the waiter asks.

“The same,” Drew says.

“Very well, sir.” As
the waiter walks away, I smirk at Drew and he grins back at me.

“Is there a reason why
you always order what I order, or are you just being a pain?” I say and he
laughs.
God, that is such a cute laugh.
It's almost a giggle.

“Just keeping you on
your toes, Ms. Michaels.” I smile widely at him.

I sip my wine. It’s not
horrible, but it's not worth another glass, either.

Suddenly, I hear my
phone go off in my bag. A text. “I’m sorry. Give me a sec.” I take a peek at
who it is. “It's my daughter,” I say. “She's wondering how the date is going.”
He raises his eyebrows. “She called right before I left and I told her about
you. Now she is interrupting on purpose. Gotta love teenagers.”

“And what did you tell
her about me?” He raises his glass to take a sip.

“Not a whole lot since
we've only just met recently. I just told her about our day.” I try to act
nonchalant but, deep down, I'm a little nervous. His direct approach to
everything is quite unnerving. Maybe that's how he's done so well in business.

“And how
is
our
date going?” he asks, staring at me and tracing his finger lightly up and down
his wine glass.
Oh,
w
hat I would give to be that wine glass.
Watching
his finger is distracting.

“Umm…well, I think.
Except for the whole commitment thing that was sprung on me and the whole soul
mate thing...,” I tease.

I pause and he
blanches, but interrupts me before I begin again, “I don't want to scare you
away. That is not what I want at all. I just know, deep down, that we are meant
to be.”

“I understand how you
feel. It seems quite undeniable...this thing between us. It's just a little
much, a little fast. I want to take it slow…for now.” I hope he doesn't run
because I want to take it slow. Men in my past have just left if they didn't
get what they wanted, when they wanted it.

“Your wish is my
command, Rebecca. A courtship it shall be.”

I am still reeling from
his words. A courtship? I don't think I've ever been “courted” before. It
sounds so old-fashioned.

We've finished our meal
and are sitting there, enjoying our cocktails. Him — another glass of wine. Me —
a lemon martini. He's so confident in his actions and his words. I wish I was
more like that. I'm fairly confident, but I have my moments of self-doubt. I
thought that, as you got older, you were supposed to come into your own. But I
still feel the same as I did in high school.
Well, maybe not quite that bad
.

“What is it?” Drew
asks, bringing me back to the here and now.

“I’m sorry. What?”

A slight chuckle
escapes him. “You seemed lost in thought. Is something wrong?”

“Oh. No. Just thinking
about…things.”

“Oh?” he questions,
wanting more information.

“Just observations. How
confident you seem in everything, and how I wish I were as confident as you.” I
look down, fidgeting with my dress. He leans across the table and offers his
hand to me. I take it and look into his eyes. Those beautiful, oceanic eyes.
Doubt seems to flow out of my body at his touch. He raises my hand to his lips
and gives it a soft kiss.

“I think you are
wonderful, just as you are. Don't ever doubt yourself.” I blush, and he smiles.
“Are you ready to go?” Nodding, I take my hand back to gather my wrap and
clutch. He stands, comes around the table, and offers his hand to help me up. I
take it once again. He places it in the crook of his arm and we start out of
the restaurant, then out of the hotel.

The limo is there, the
driver waiting with the door open so we slide right in. He grabs my hand and intertwines
our fingers, then places them in his lap. It seems so comfortable and natural.

We pull up outside my
apartment building and the driver rushes to open Drew's door. He gets out, I
slide over to his waiting hand, and he helps me out. He doesn't let go of my
hand as he leads me into the building and over to the elevators. He pushes the
button and the doors open. We step aside and wait as a couple walks out. As
soon as they see Drew, they stop talking. They keep walking, but take another
look back. I know that feeling. Who doesn't want to look at him? It's like he
commands attention everywhere he goes. Maybe they recognized him?

He steers me into the
elevator with a gentle touch at the small of my back. He selects my floor, the
doors close, and we zoom up.
How sweet is he to walk me to my door?
He’s
very much a gentleman. I'm not going to have a heart left if he keeps making it
melt.

Arriving at my door, he
pulls me into his arms. His lips are quickly on mine, his tongue searching. My
insides immediately spark into an inferno. Oh, how I want this man. One of my
hands is on his back pulling his body closer; the other is in his hair pulling
his lips in harder. Our tongues are infused and can't seem to get enough of
each other. My body feels like it's going to combust if I don't get him inside
me soon.

My heart is pounding, both
our hands are wandering. One of his hands is fisting in my hair, the other on
my ass, pulling me into his arousal.
Oh, for god’s sake, I want this so bad
.
I break away abruptly, winded. “We can't do this. Not yet,” I pant out.
I
have to win this game.
He looks…sad. We both struggle to gather our
thoughts.

“Rebecca, I know you
want to wait a little while...or at least until a second date,” he says with a
wink. “But I must tell you that stopping this and staying away from you is
probably one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I feel like I
need
to
be with you.” He almost looks broken. I feel his pain...literally. Deep down in
my loins, I am aching for him. I wonder if this is what “blue balls” feels like
for men.
Oh, my god, it's a horrible feeling.
Not only is my body on
fire for him, but I feel that need to be with him, as well.

Suddenly, my mind flits
back to high school and a couple of guys I may have done this to. I feel
guilty. “I know. Me, too,” I respond. “It's overwhelming. I am dying to be with
you, but we have to wait. It's just all so fast and you promised you would
court me.” A hint of a smile lights up his face.

“I did,” he says. “And
I will. I don't want to be away from you, but I will do what it takes to have
you as mine.” My heart melts for him again.
Oh, this sweet, sweet man
.
Strange, but sweet…and mine, apparently. I can't resist asking him in for a
drink.
Stick to your guns, Bec
.

We head towards the
kitchen, and he takes a seat at my small breakfast bar. Because my feet are
killing me, I step out of my shoes. I don't have much to offer him as far as
sophisticated wine or anything. I just have what I enjoy. “What would you like
to drink?” I ask.

“Whatever you want to
make me, Rebecca.”

I grimace. “Well, I
don't have much to offer you besides a lemon martini or a buttery nipple, or
the regular stuff...coffee, water, milk...”

“I think I'll take a
coffee, please.”

“Coming right up, Mr.
Chambers! Oh, wait. What kind? I have a variety.”

“Do you have regular
decaf?”

“Yes, I do. Coming
right up.” I pop a K-cup into the brewer, put a coffee mug underneath, and push
the button. “Do you want cream or sugar?”

“No. Just black.” He
smiles. “I could get used to this…you waiting on me.”

I roll my eyes at that.
“Don't get use to it. This is just for first impressions…or something,” I
mutter. “I like getting waited on, too.”

 His grin widens. “I
could get used to that, as well. Pampering you,” he states and my cheeks
pinken.

After conversation and
coffee, I figure it’s best for him to go. He's just too tempting in such close
proximity. “I've had a lovely evening, Drew, and it topped off a wonderful day.”

I left the coffee mugs
in the sink and walk around the breakfast bar, back to where Drew is still
perched on the barstool. When I reach him, he stands gracefully. His beautiful
blue eyes are piercing into mine. In an effort to gain control of my breathing,
I briefly close my eyes. I really don't understand the magnetic pull between
us, but when he's near me, my body automatically responds. It's as if I need
him like I need air to breathe. I don't get it, but what a feeling. Maybe he
was simply made for me.

I open my eyes and he’s
smiling. “This feeling is really…different, isn't it?” he asks like he can tell
I'm having a hard time with all of this.

“It really is different…a
good different, though. I've really never experienced anything like this
before.” He steps closer, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me into
him.

“I'm glad you had a
good time. It is my wish to see that you have many, many more of them.” He
leans down and nuzzles me behind my ear, then plants a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“With me, preferably,” he adds. My core clenches. I rest a hand on his chest
and feel that finely-tuned hard body beneath.

“Don't worry,” he says.
“I'm leaving. I don't want to and I know you really don't want me to, but I've
said I'd wait and I will. I know it will be worth it.
You
are worth it.”
Another tiny piece of my heart just melted away. A little sigh escapes me. I
don't know if it's relief or regret. I really want him…I mean, REALLY want him,
but waiting is for the best. No good can come out of putting out on the first
date. We need to get to know each other better first. Our bodies seem to be in
tune with each other. They are raring to go.

“Thank you for
respecting my wishes. For the record, I don't want you to go, but it just needs
to be this way for now. It will totally be worth the wait.” A wide grin creeps
across my face and I blush. A wicked grin is now on his face. I stretch up to
give him a kiss and he picks me up off the floor. My first instinct is to wrap
my legs around his waist. He growls.
Oh, that sound just turns me on even
more
.

I smile against his
lips. He deepens the kiss and turns to place me on the barstool. I let my legs
drop once I'm seated, but I still have a tight hold with my arms. I start to
loosen them and he ends the kiss. “I'd better get out of here before I break my
promise and make you resent me for doing so.”

I take a deep breath. “Yes,
that's probably a good idea.” He takes me by the hand and I walk him to the
door. I tug his arm just hard enough to make him turn to me. With my free hand,
I grab the back of his head and pull him to my lips…a quick and fierce kiss to
see him off. That should make him think of me all night long. His lips retreat.
I smile.

“Are you trying to get
me to stay, Rebecca?”

Grinning, I reach to
open the door. “Thank you for a fabulous day...and night. Enjoy the rest of
your evening.”

“Thank
you
for a
wonderful day and evening.” He winks and steps out into the corridor.

“Text me when you get
home so I know you are safe and sound?”

A childish grin
appears. “Really?” he says, and I laugh.

“Yes. Really.”

“Yes, ma'am.” I watch
him walk to the elevators. He steps in, then quickly peeks his head out to see
if I'm still watching.

A loud chuckle bursts
out of me. “Cute!” I yell down at him as the elevator doors close. A deep sigh,
a big smile, and I head back in to my apartment. I close the door and collapse
into it.
Man, that was tough.
I mentally high five myself for showing
such restraint, then I physically slap my head for being so strong!

Going into my bathroom,
I undress, feeling like I need a relaxing bath. I get the water running and
sprinkle in some coconut-lime bath salts.

Oh, shoot
.
I forgot my cell. He's supposed to text me when he gets home. I’ll need to
respond. I quickly run out to grab my phone and then head back into the
bathroom. I place the phone next to the tub and a towel over it so I don't get it
wet.

Slipping into the hot
water, my feet instantly feel better. They've been busy today and I'm paying
for it now. Maybe I will try and find a place that does pedicures on Sundays.
That will make them feel better before I go to work on Monday. I sink into the
water and hear a buzz. I look at my phone. A text from Drew. I smile as I read
it.

Drew: I'm home, safe
and sound.

Me:
Thank you for letting me know

I put my phone back
down next to the tub and, as soon as my hand goes back under the water, it
alerts me to another text message. I dry my hand off again.

Drew: Thank you for
caring.

I grin.

Me: You are more than
welcome. Now let me get back to my bath.

Before I even set the
phone back down, it goes off again.

Drew: You're naked?

Me: Yes. I typically
bathe naked. I find it more comfortable that way.

Drew: Ha ha. You
shouldn't have told me you were in the bath. I won't get any work done now.

Biting my bottom lip, I
wonder if I should egg him on more. It's fun to make a man squirm. What harm
can come of it? He's at home, I'm at home, and I've got my toys to get me off.
I decide to have a little fun with him.

Me: Would you rather I
just blurt out that I'm about to masturbate?

I giggle. So much for
my relaxing soak. I guess I won't be falling asleep any time soon. My phone
buzzes again. I can't help but get excited to see what he says.

Drew: I could have done
without that information, as well. You know, I could have stayed so you don't
risk electrocution.

With a roll of my eyes,
a huge smile spreads across my face. I can't get enough of this man and I
haven't even
had
him yet. One day with him and I am completely smitten.
I text back.

Me: Don't worry about
me. I'll be fine. I will be...taken care of.

I'm not sure if my
smile can get much bigger. I can just imagine him in his fancy gray suit,
pacing around a lavish home office, waiting for my responses that are driving
him mad. I can't resist texting him again.

Me: What are you
wearing?

It takes a little
longer for his response. I bet he deleted everything he had already typed. And
I wonder if he's caught on that I have now turned the tables.