Breathe Him Deep (Pursued By The Shenandoah Valley Billionaire) (4 page)

I
didn't answer him as I clenched my teeth. I was trying to hold back the anger
that was beginning to build up inside.
I
should have known not to go in that limo
! I screamed to myself inside.
Why do you keep doing this to yourself? He's
already taken.

"
Katie, are you okay?" He asked as he touched my arm.

Before
I could even stop the words and emotion from escaping my lips, I blurted out, "No!
And I know you don't like that word."

I
stood up from the table trying very hard not to cause a scene. I laid my napkin
back onto the plate in front me and without looking at Michael I said, "This
was a very bad idea. It's not your fault, but I must be going." I left the
table without looking back. I had hoped to God he was not following me. Fortunately,
it being a warm Sacramento night, I didn't have a coat to pick up at the coat
check. As I walked out the front door of the restaurant, I knew I could walk
home without having to get a cab, as I was about four blocks from home. I
would've thought I'd have been worn out after such a wild ride in the limo
earlier that evening, but I had so much energy coursing through me I probably
could've walked at least thirty blocks. Thoughts raced through my head.
He better not come looking for me with his
limo. I will probably run right over him if he even tries.
My anger seemed
pointed at him, but I knew more deeply I was really angry with myself again. I
had told myself so many times I was not going to get in this position again. And
sure enough right when I think things might be different than just the same as
they always have been, love bites me in the ass again. I was walking at almost
a jogging pace. I was probably about a block from home when I heard footsteps
coming very quickly from behind me.

"
Katie!" I heard his voice call.

It
startled me and I stopped dead in my tracks. Without turning around I said,
"Please, Michael, don't," saying the word that had been so prominent
in my mind all day long. Maybe he would hear it better than I had. "Just
go back to your dinner and your life and your winery and whoever that woman is in
your life and leave me alone!"

He
grabbed my arm and I stiffened.
"
Katie,
I don't know what I did and I don't know who you are talking about."

The
anger swelled up inside of me again, "Like hell you don't!" I blurted
out.

His
grip tightened as he moved around me and lifted my chin gently with his
fingers. His voice deepened, "Katie, please tell me what I have done."

I
turned my head away, snapping his fingers from chin. Tears began to well up in
my eyes, "Michael, just go away."

His
firm but soft hand returned to my cheek. He leaned down and put a very wet,
soft kiss on my lips. Tears fell from my closed eyes. I could feel everything
about me tremble except where his lips were. His arms embraced me tightly. I
couldn't resist him and I let my body fall into his arms. More tears flowed
down my cheeks. He released my lips and whispered, "What is it, Katie?"

"I
know you are engaged. And I know how you made me feel for just a day in my
life. My heart cannot afford to get hurt by you. I already feel horrible as a
woman knowing that I was the one that you cheated on your fiancé with."

"
Oh, Katie, you are so amazing. I knew from the moment I saw
you, you were the one."

"
I'm not joking, Michael! Do not do this to me." I
attempted to push away from him to no use.

His
thumb moved up my cheek ever so softly, wiping away the tears that were still
falling. "I'm not joking with you, Katie. I know there is a lot of news
out there about me and I'm not sure if you Googled me or if you heard about
something in the news or even a tabloid. But, I am a single man."

I
raised my eyes to his and looked at him bewildered, "Unattached?"

"
Yes, unattached."

"
But, my friends said you were engaged. I do recall seeing
you with another woman in one of the Sacramento magazines. I think I even
remember seeing you with her on a news program talking about a charity you both
were involved with. When you introduced me to your friend Charles and didn't
say who I was to you, all I could think about was that you were really still
with her and that you didn't want anyone to know about us."

"
That's all over now. As far as me not introducing you, I was
not sure how you wanted to be known in public with me yet. I failed you in that
and I am very sorry."

I
skipped past his apology. "When, when was it over?"

"
It happened last week. But, we haven't released a statement
yet through our reps. I was giving her space and time to get her ducks in a
row."

I
didn't really know how to respond. I felt so silly thinking he was cheating on
her with me, but how was I really to know. At the same time, I felt like I
really could be a woman in this man's life. My heart was so overwhelmed that it
felt like it was going to split in two standing there in his arms. "Michael,
I'm sorry about your breakup. But, I'm still not the girl for you." I
tried harder to pull away from his arms but he held me even tighter.

"
How do you know that?" He looked down trying to capture
my gaze.

"
I just know. Matter of fact, I barely even know you!"

"
I want to change that. And I can change that, Katie."

"
Michael, I just need to go home."

"
No, you need to be with me." It was like he knew. He
knew what I needed. And what I wanted even though I was scared to death to go
any farther with this man for fear of being abandoned once again.
"I want you to come with me
tonight to Shenandoah. Stay with me at the winery tonight."

"
I don’t even know you," I tried that path of reasoning
again out of exhaustion.

"
You know me better than you let on. You've trusted me this
far and I know you have liked what you've had so far." I looked down,
embarrassed he knew I liked what we had done. I was melting into his embrace
again.

"
One night?" I asked still trying to avoid his gaze.

"
That's all I am offering... at this point."

I
wanted to please him so badly. I wanted his arms around me forever. I wanted
his cock inside of me. The desire for him was so distracting I could hardly
concentrate on his question.

"
Michael, I don't know. I can't. I just can't."

"
Why?" He asked with such fervor. I wondered if he was
beginning to get frustrated with me.

"
You just broke up with her a week ago, Michael. She's still
all over you, and in you. And even if we go away to your place in Shenandoah,
she's probably there as well within you."

"
Yes, you are right to some degree, Katie. After my mother
passed, my father moved to London. The house was vacant for years. Others ran
the winery. California has always been my home, but the winery is someplace
that I never really spent much time at. But after the breakup, I needed to
escape. Find some peace. Not many people know me in Shenandoah Valley. "

"
So, you're just hiding out there until your wounds heal?"
I was past being stung, I was pushing back.

"No,
it's safest place for me right now and I believe for you as well. Come with me
tonight."

I
looked at him searching his eyes to see if he just wanted my pleasure again or
if this man was truly serious from his heart. "Michael, you're a man who can
have anything he wants. I don't want to be a receptacle for just your pleasure."
I almost felt as if I was betraying myself because I was so turned on by this
man in the past day. But, my heart needed me to protect it.

"
We don't have to do anything. Just come and stay with me.
Just tonight." It was as if he was reading the battle in my mind.

The
fight was beginning to die in me as his hold on me never loosened. I wasn't
sure if he was really sincere, but his persistence had a softness to it that I
could not deny. "Okay, one night," I sighed pushing down the
Don't
deep inside that was welling up
again.

I
nestled in Michael's arms as Stanley drove us from downtown through the suburbs
of Sacramento into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Michael opened
the sunroof above us. I laid in his arms watching the stars grow brighter as we
began the slow incline up the hills to the Shenandoah Valley. I could hardly
believe I was in this space and time with this man. My head and heart remained
confused but his warm embrace and gentle fingers massaging my neck were trying
hard to abate my earlier fears.

The
limo slowed as we pulled into the long driveway to his home behind the winery.
The beautiful, European rustic winery looked so still and serene at night as we
passed by it. His home was nestled in a large group of trees beyond the
vineyards that stretched to the horizon beyond the winery. I was a little worried,
as I did not have any change of clothes nor even a toothbrush. But I had a
feeling that my very thoughtful new friend probably had a few items I could
borrow. The limo pulled up outside of Michael's home and a man approached the
door dressed in khaki slacks and a crisp pullover Polo shirt.

"Good
evening, Mr. Cinder," the man said as he opened the limo door.

"Thank
you, Adam. Is everything set for this evening?"

"Yes,
sir." Adam smiled at me as Michael helped me out of the limo. We walked into
the front door of the home. It had the same European deco that the winery had
with large open vaulted ceilings and beautiful, walnut hardwood floors.

Michael
turned to me, "Our room is waiting for you. Go there and make yourself
comfortable. I have a little bit of work to do, but it won't be long."

"Okay,"
I sighed. I felt a little dismissed by him especially after how are dinner had
gone.

"Adam
will show you to the room, okay?"

"I'll
be just fine, Michael," I said as I let go of his hand and turned to
follow Adam down a very long hallway lit by what looked like old lanterns hung
on the wall. They were extremely beautiful as their light cast my shadow in a
flicker down the hallway. We reached the end of the hallway and started
climbing up a large spiral staircase into what looked like the tall spiral of a
castle. It was huge and although it was hard to see how big the house was from
outside, I was no longer thinking of this as a house as I walked through it...
it was a mansion.

"Here
is your room for this evening, Ms. Davis," announced Adam as he opened the
double doors into a huge, beautiful bedroom that had to have been Michael’s
master bedroom.

"Thank
you, Adam. I appreciate you showing me the way."

"Have
a great evening, Ms. Davis." Adam closed the double doors behind him.

I stepped into
the most gorgeous bedroom I think I've ever seen. I walked over to the opening of
a quaint veranda that overlooked the vineyards. The doors were open and the
wind was blowing the shear, white curtains ever so gently. As I turned to my
right, I spied an elegant king size canopy bed. I ran over and jumped onto it, falling
backwards like a Lipton ice tea plunge. I rolled around on the bed holding one
of the feather pillows to my chest giggling like a little girl. What a night it
had been. The knowledge that he was unattached and no longer engaged to her
caused a peace to start to settle inside of me. And here I was in his house far
from the city and hoping soon to be in his arms. I walked into the spacious
bathroom. There were his and her robes hanging on a hook near the large walk-in
shower, which had a showerhead hanging from the ceiling. Next to that was the
largest bathtub I've ever seen in my life. It was the size of a hotel Jacuzzi.
My guess was that it had the capability of being a Jacuzzi as well, which made
sense since this was a billionaire's home. Michael probably owns everything
that I have only dreamed of. The thought of him budgeting his monthly bills to
make ends meet like I do each month made me giggle to myself.
He's probably never even broached that
scenario in his life
, I thought. I slipped out of my skirt and blouse and
slipped on one of the soft, cotton robes. I brought one of the collars to my
nose and breathed in deeply. It smelled clean. It smelled like him, spicy. I
wondered if maybe he was already in the bedroom, so I unclasped my bra and
slipped off my panties.

After
nicely folding my day-old clothes on the bathroom counter, I headed back into
the bedroom. I sat down on the large bed and took my time looking around the
room. I hadn't noticed when I first came in, the large, dark wood armoire. I
wondered if it was a family heirloom. Maybe it was his mother's. There was also
an antique dresser across from the armoire. I wondered if maybe some of his
ex-fiancés' clothes were still in it or maybe if this was her room. I know that
he said that this was his place and that she'd never been here, but my heart
said,
you never know
.
 
This was probably the wrong thing to
obsess over, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I had to come to believe him
at some point that the relationship was over. I just wasn't sure when that was
going to happen.