Glass Towers, Shattered (Glass Towers Trilogy) (21 page)

I can imagine everything going on through this man’s head.  Wanting to be with me, the woman he loves, while he has to pretend to be married to the wine bitch, Marion.

Harrison begins kissing me gently on my arms, collar bone, and then he grabs my face with both hands and places a warm kiss on my forehead.  Then and there, I know that I am all his.  I may not know a lot of the logistics about what is going on or how we will find our way out of this mess, but I do know that I love this man, and I can’t live without him.

We release from one another and start to get dressed.  Harrison and his freshly fucked eyes next to his white linen button-up shirt makes me want to take him again.  He throws his hand back through his hair, then he fiddles with his shoes.

When dressed, he grabs two glasses from the inside bar of the limo.  A chilled bottle of wine is waiting for us.

“You are going to need this, Danielle.  We have a long night ahead of us.”

He hands me a glass of chilled white wine.  I glance at the bottle, Towers 2012 Griggio.  Of course, I would expect nothing else.  This man and his wine, oh how I love them both.

Harrison hits the intercom to the driver, “Sir, we are ready to go to Southridge Drive.”

“Right away, Mr. Towers.”

“So, we are going back to the mega mansion?”

“Yes.  I happen to know that we will have the place to ourselves.”

“Ourselves?  Okay, so what happened to Clarke?”

“Not to worry, She is in capable hands.  They will be staying at Ford’s La Quinta property tonight.”

Oh my!  YES!  I get Towers all to myself tonight.  Well, one thing is for sure, there will be no sleeping tonight!  We have too much to catch up on, in more way than one.

I am sitting as close as I can get to Harrison.  His arm is draped over my shoulder, and his head is placed perfectly against mine.  He turns for a slight moment and kisses me on the forehead, as he holds my left hand tightly.  That right there, the kiss on the forehead, blows my mind and makes me melt into him with a new found desire.  That gesture is simply romantic.  It’s the little showing of affection that makes the difference.  Bradley never did that during our relationship.  Interestingly enough, he did it after we divorced.  The phrase, ‘you don’t know what you have until it is gone’ fits Bradley perfectly.

“You disarm me, Danielle.  You have me completely and utterly at your feet,” he whispers close to my ear.

I snuggle closer into Harrison as we proceed to drive down Hwy 111, back to our love pad for the night.  I hear the beat of my own heart pounding loud in my chest.  This is what love is supposed to feel like.  I am in a state of utter euphoria.  I can’t picture the next day without this kind of love.  I never thought it would happen again this fast. However, there are so many keyholes and loopholes that come along with this relationship.  That is what keeps me up all night and slams into my head day in and day out.  I feel as if I reach my breaking point when these crazy episodes are going on around me.  I never thought this type of ‘craziness’ ever existed.  You read about love stories and watch them in some of the best movies made.  For now, I just have to deal with the Wine Witch, Marion, all those annoying unknown calls, black SUV stalkers, a scandalous photographer for hire, and the list goes on.  The only thing keeping me from running away from this relationship is my love for Harrison.  When you find the right piece of the puzzle to your life, it is hard to let go.  I am afraid of never feeling completed like this again.  I figure that I should push through it and trust Harrison and his team.  I can’t bear to think of losing him or take on another heart break. 

The limo slows, brings me back to reality.

“Mr. Towers, we are pulling up to Southridge Estate,” the limo drivers voice comes over the intercom.

No, I don’t want to move.  This, right here, is happiness.  No one around, just us.  For now, we have to sneak around, due to Marion’s wrath.  I think these trips away with Harrison are going to be the key to us escaping all the drama.  I intend to savor every last minute of Palm Springs, just the two of us, for the remainder of this trip.

Harrison removes his sculpted, strong arm from my shoulder and places it on my leg.

“Danielle, Remember that I want you in nothing but those heels and gold necklace tonight.”

“Mr. Towers, you are going to have to beg for that.”

He lets out a loud chuckle, “Beg?”

“Oh, Ms Austen, just wait for what you are in store for this evening.  Begging doesn’t even begin to describe what I am going to make you do,” he smiles seductively.

Harrison gracefully helps me out of the back of the limo.  My legs feel a little limp from all of the events and positions that took place in the back of, once again, another sex mobile.

We walk through the grand front doors of the mansion.  This feels so right.  We move through the foyer to the family room and into the kitchen.

“Aw, so it did arrive,” Harrison says in a sultry tone.

“What arrived?”

“My gift for this evening.”

“What are you talking about, Harrison?  Wait, that basket over there of chilled champagne with the red silk bow and crystal glasses is not from the Richard-Gere-look-alike who owns this place?”

“You mean to tell me that you and Simone thought this was from Blaine Ford?”

“Danielle, did you even read the card that was attached?”

“No, I never saw a card. “Oh, Simone must have nabbed it.  She is the one who brought it in.  She thought it was for her from her Hollywood Exec.  She couldn’t stop talking about how freaking excited she was and that this was going to be the best night of her life!”

Harrison cannot stop laughing.

“Really now, that is pure comedy.”

“Here is the card, Danielle.  She left it on the counter.  This gift was meant for you.”

He walks over to look out the dark window. “I thought we could go take a dip in Ford’s pool?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!  Let me go change real quick, I am dying to get out of this dress.”

“Here, let me unzip the back for you.”

I turn around with the card still in my hand.  Harrison places his hands on my shoulders and sweeps my hair to the right side.  He begins kissing on my neck.  OH GOD HELP ME! The feeling of those strong, supple lips on my skin just drives me insane.  He starts to unzip the back of my dress ever so slowly, kissing all the way down my back, as he makes his way to the top of my behind.  He stops there and pauses, taking in a deep breath of air.

He moves back up to my ear, “Remember, Danielle, those shoes and necklace. That is all.”

I turn around sharply to face him. Slowly, I drop my dress off my shoulders and allow the sequined material to fall to the floor.

“Like this
, Mr. Towers?”

I lean in closer to his ear and grab his jaw with my right hand, “You want me just like this?”

Harrison bites his bottom lip and lets out a primal groan, letting me know that his needy cock is aroused.

“I will meet you outside
, Towers,” I say as I turn from him, bend down to pick up my dress and walk to my bedroom.

I c
an hear him inhale loudly, as I bend over to pick up my dress. His breath starts to pick up, becoming deeper, as he leaned back against the large granite island. I think he is shocked. I know how to play with this man, and it feels so fucking good.

I reach the master bedroom.
I can’t contain myself! I just walked away from Harrison Towers, wearing nothing but my sexy sky-high heels and the Italian, hammered gold circles necklace. I can just picture the look on his face when I dropped my clothes and walked out of the kitchen! HA! Sexual Danielle has arrived; hear me roar! Damn it was fun to leave him all hot and bothered.

Oh
, the card! I open it up, and it reads: Looking forward to having fun with this tonight. Prepare yourself for the night of your life.

Damn, damn, damn!
OH MY! Another bottle of champagne. I remember the last time when he brought a chilled bottle of champagne into the mix. It was in the shower at his place, and it dripped all over my body. Lord, this man is a sexual master! Clarke is just going to die. She thought the champagne gift basket was from Blaine Ford, to enjoy with her tonight. She was so excited! How am I ever going to break this news to her.

I pull out my phone and find a text from Clarke

10:50 PM

Clarke

Where in the hell are you?  Did moneybags come and whisk you away?

11:45 PM

Me

Sorry, just now seeing this.  Yes!  Did Ford tell you?

11:47 PM

Simone

Yes, I knew he was coming!  Blaine told me.  Where are you?

11:49 PM

Me

We are back at the mansion.  Enjoying yourself? ;)

11:50 PM

Clarke

Dani, this house in La Quinta is insane.  We just finished round one and we are soaking in the hot tub.  I am guessing that Champagne was not for me.

11:52
PM

Me

Aw, yes.  You are correct.  Towers sent it
.

11:53 PM

Clarke

Girl, I am so jealous!!  I could use a champagne shower about now!  Enjoy Dani! ;)  See you in the morning.

11:54
PM

Me

Night, Clarke.  See you in the AM.  xo

Hmm, a champagne shower. I could use another one of those. Damn, that was hot the last time.  I think the pool will work, though. I look frantically for my two-piece gold string bikini and it is nowhere to be found. What the hell happened to it!? Shit, there is no time for this. I grab my short, white satin robe and loosely tie the sash around my waist. He said heels and necklace, here I go.

I walk out into the great room
to find that Harrison is nowhere in sight.  I start walking toward the wall of French doors that lead out to the pool deck. The blue water glistens in the moonlight, with the desert mountains in the background. Now, this is romantic. I can faintly hear a seductive jazz tune playing in the distance. I open the middle set of French doors to the deck and tip toe onto the slate stone. I stop, and take in the scene. Harrison is sitting at the end of the pool, shirtless, with just a white towel wrapped around his waist. He immediately stands up, always a gentleman.

I walk toward Harrison
, as he advances toward me. I stop again. His stare is so intense, and those deep-blue eyes are striking, with the night sky’s reflection bouncing off of them. He takes my right hand to his lips and plants a soft luscious kiss on the top of my hand.

“We have got to stop meeting like this, Danielle.”

“I know, I feel like I am the other woman, having the affair. Meeting in a secret getaway location, all by ourselves.”

“You look beautiful.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all night.”

I smile at him and blush.
He takes the chilled Champagne out of the ice bucket, pops the cork and pours me a full glass of the bubbly liquid. This time, he pops a fresh strawberry from the basket next to the Champagne bottle into the glass.

“Try this, it brings out the flavor in the
Champagne.”

I take the glass and
delicately take the first sip. God, I needed this. Champagne has an effect on me that no other alcohol can match. It’s relaxing properties tame my inhibitions, bringing out the ferocious sexual side of me. My inner sex kitten is roaring.

We proceed to the pool
, and Harrison slips off his towel. Oh my lord. That ass is firm, tight, and so heavenly. You could bounce anything off that fine piece of work. He turns his head around and catches me staring. Shit! He smiles playfully. I continue to sip on my champagne.

I slide out of my heels and venture my way to the pool. I sit down on the cool cement step at the water’s edge. Harrison dives in.  The way he looks with his hair and body wet… God, the sight is enough to make me want to fuck the living shit out of him.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

“Yes, just admiring the view. Is the water cold?”

“Just a little bit, it’s not bad
, Danielle. It will feel good once you get used to it, trust me.”

My legs
are crossed and the cool desert breeze nips at my robe. My nipples are erect and I can feel my “P” starting to work itself up; just by being in Harrison’s presence.

He swims up to the step and
grabs my feet. He takes one foot out of the water and places his mouth over my big toe. Sucking and licking it. Holy shit! This man and his oral skills. His eyes locked with mine, his stare intense. He knows exactly how to make my body quiver. He begins to take each individual toe into his mouth, pleasuring each of them with his tongue. I begin to run the cool glass against my skin because I can’t take the heat my body is generating, as I throw my head back. He places my feet firmly on the step, widening my legs to accommodate his body. He releases the satin tie on my robe, as it falls to each side of me and slides from my shoulders. His hands begin to drive up my legs and down to my thighs. He comes up out of the water and lifts me closer to the edge of the step.