Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle (8 page)

“
You know what?”  With
slow steps she went to the bed and repeated her action from
earlier, bending way over and picking up his pants.

“
What?”  He ran his
hand along her backside and down her leg.

“
Of any man I have ever
known, you’re the one who deserves to get what you want.”  She
spun around toward him and got up on the bed, straddling
him.

“
Then I’m going to do what
I want.” In a sudden move, he grabbed her, pulled her down and got
her on her back.

Before she had a chance to come up with a
line, or take control again, he crushed his lips to hers, treating
her to a more passionate kiss than she was used to, and she focused
on the way their mouths melded together and their tongues
touched.  Something about how he kissed her and tended to her
always amplified her arousal.

After kicking the sheet away, his hands
wandered over her body, brushing over her breasts, her stomach and
down to her thighs.

Right as she raised her hips to direct him
where she wanted his attention, he skimmed his hand along her
side.  She let out a whimper and reached for him.

“
In time.”  He growled
in her ear and gently nudged her hand aside.  “Relax and let
me enjoy you.”

For the first time with him, or really
anyone, she let herself become lost.  Honestly, she had no
choice, not with the way his lips traveled over her, creating
shudders and shivers.  His soft kisses, licks and nips made
her writhe and she arched her back when he finally captured her
nipples between his teeth. She was left with no choice but to bite
her lip as he kissed his way over her stomach.

Her whole body tingled.  She combed her
fingers through his hair and moaned as the need he created in her
intensified.  Right when she was about to beg for any sort of
relief, he moved between her legs and lowered his mouth exactly
where she needed it most.

“
Oh.”  She twisted the
sheet in her fist as his tongue swirled over her, paying careful
consideration to the one spot that drove every woman
wild.

Even better than his attention to detail, or
what one would call his extraordinary technique, was the way he
took his time, never rushing her as he brought her closer and
closer to her climax.

“
Wilson.”  She moved
with him, but tried to hold back, hoping he would create his
special brand of magic.  “God, that’s good.”

Rather than words, he answered her cries by
sliding two fingers inside her.  In gradual motions, he curled
his finger and stroked upwards.

The man had a homing device to find the
elusive location every male, and dare she say woman, went searching
for, but never honed in on.  In Wilson’s case, he seemed to
zone right in on it and the second he made contact, she bucked her
hips as her need grew, taking over everything.

“
That’s right.”  With
his free hand he pushed her down.  “Come on, baby.”

Beneath him, she writhed, her body heading
toward the crescendo.  “Wilson.” The way he tended to her
electrified every one of her nerve endings, the sizzle of pleasure
rose and she gasped.

“
You’re there.”  He
lowered his mouth to her once more, coaxing her a little
more.

The combination of his hands and mouth and
him, didn’t push her over the edge, she basically dived off the
cliff.  Her body flooded with euphoric pulses. Not one inch of
her was spared as the ecstasy washed over her and waves slowly
turned to ripples, leaving her weak and panting.  What the
hell did this guy do to her?  He was magnificent.

Somehow she found the strength to reach out
to him.  Even though she was still rebounding from that
incredible orgasm, she needed him inside her.

The bed bouncing with his movement and the
familiar crunch of a condom wrapper opening let her know her wish
would happen soon.

“
There’s no bigger turn on
than making you come.”  As he entered her, he took her into
his arms and kissed her.  “God, you’re so wet.”

Their tastes combined into a delicious
elixir, and she had no choice but to hold him tight, relishing in
how he took things slow and rocked inside her.  Needing him
even deeper, she wrapped her legs around him.

“
Oh, yeah, like
that.”  Still, he didn’t slam his body into her. 
Instead, he kept his thrusts even and fluid allowing her arousal
reclaim her until she was moving with him, meeting him stroke for
stroke. 

His breath quickened, and he sped up. 
“Giselle.” Once more he found her lips.  “I’m close.”

Lord, she wanted him to use her body for his
own pleasure, wanted to feel him come, knowing she brought that out
in him.  With his impending release, his muscles tensed and
his rhythm faltered.

Her undoing came when he began to shake and
drive into her.  “Wilson!”  Another orgasm crashed over
her, quick, hard throbs that matched his.

“
Ah!”  He ground his
hips to hers as his climax continued.  “Damn.”

Then, as their bodies seemed to meld
together, he simply held her.

Yes, he held her and kissed her and remained
inside her and neither of them seemed all too quick to be
separated.  In fact, she didn’t want to be separated. She
wanted to stay right here in his arms.  This was the moment
all her girlfriends spoke of, the moment they knew they wanted that
person for more than some fun and a romp around the bed, and she
understood. In this moment, there was comfort and safety and kisses
from familiar lips.

The next moment would be the anxiety and
tears and uncertainty, but maybe not for her. 

Wait, wasn’t that what every girl
thought? 

She couldn’t allow this moment to last, but
didn’t know how to stop it.

THE DRIP OF THE WATERFALL, the scent of
citrus in the air, the hardening mask on her face.  Wrapped in
a fluffy white robe, Giselle sat with her toes in the warm water
while several technicians attended to her every need.  Life at
Zen At Last Spa was calm indeed.  No wonder her mother chose
to live in the specialty residence there.  It was total
fun.

“
Love, I can’t tell you how
happy I am to have you stop by.  You’ve been so busy
lately.”  Mariam Abromowitz patted her daughter’s shoulder and
then leaned back as some large woman painted some magic elixir on
her eyes. 

“
Every once in a while it’s
nice to escape to the spa.”  Giselle did not think about
Wilson.  Nope, she was clearing her mind of all thoughts of
her man.  Wait, not her man, about the man she was
seeing.  She glanced behind her. There were a lot of men in
the room, all of whom she could see with her own two eyes.  In
fact, she was a veritable slut on men she saw.

“
So, tell me about your
work.  When does the bar open?”  Her mother let out a
satisfying sigh as a man started a massage.

Still not thinking about Wilson, Giselle
took a sip of her iced green tea.  “Well, we’re getting ready
for the grand opening, starting with a soft opening.  That was
my idea.”  While she wasn’t thinking about Wilson, she also
wasn’t thinking about the bar.  It was Wilson’s bar, and he
and the bar would be fine.  Not that she was thinking about
it.  Nor was she thinking about the way she simply didn’t show
up to work this morning without calling, or texting, or wondering
how many times he’d called or texted.

“
Is the we, you and the
owner?”  Her mother’s voice hardened as if she just caught her
daughter coming in six days past curfew.

“
Yes.”  Giselle
swallowed and decided to try something out.  “I have sort of
been seeing him.”  She held her breath for the
verdict.

Her mother cleared her throat.  “What
does that mean?  You see people all the time.”

“
You know, we go out and do
stuff.”  Hopefully, her mother would fill in on the stuff
without her having to elaborate.

“
So you have sex with
him?”  Her mother turned and opened one eye.

Everyone in the room seemed to stop and
stare at her.

Help her.  “Yes. We have sex. 
He’s very good at it.”  She made sure to look at
everyone. 

“
Are you having fun?” her
mother asked.  “Keeping it light, not getting too
attached?”

“
Do you ever think that’s
hard when you sort of like spending time with that person? 
Maybe even care about that person?”  Once more, her mind went
to her cell phone in her purse at her mother’s studio apartment way
far away from the treatment room they were in now.  What if
Wilson didn’t call?  Her chest tightened.

The masseuse at her back dug in and kneaded
her shoulders.  “You are very tense.”

Now her mother sat up.  “How many times
do I have to tell you to keep things light and fun, and then you
don’t get hurt?  I don’t think my heart will ever heal from
your father’s death, and while I got you out of it, I’m always
terrified something will happen.”

Giselle sighed.  “Didn’t you ever want
something with someone else?”

“
Oh.”  Her mother
fanned herself to keep the tears at bay. “I don’t think anyone can
ever fill that spot.  Honey, it’s just not worth it.
 Trust me and learn from my mistakes.  Keep it fun, and
be life of the party, and all will be good.”

“
I think you and I need to
come out with a line of lampshades and sell them as hats. They’ll
be the new party hat and save people a ton on lamps that get
broken.”  Giselle broke out into a grin, purposely making a
silly face.

Her mother let out a laugh.  “You know,
you’re a visionary, my daughter.”

The red fading from her mother’s face meant
the tears were abated.  Giselle pressed her back to the chair
and wiggled her toes, staring into the water.  Just like a bad
movie or romance novel, all she saw was Wilson’s face.  The
last few weeks were the most incredible she’d ever spent with
anyone and that included the summer she and Ivy went to summer camp
in junior high and she met that really cute guy after hours. 
Now she’d gone and left him, and he wasn’t like some guys she dated
who wouldn’t notice. Wilson personified responsibility.  “I
sort of didn’t tell him I was taking a day off.  Maybe I
should call him.”  She swore her heart sped, a horrible
sensation she didn’t need to keep experiencing every time she
thought of him.  Damn, she wasn’t supposed to be thinking of
him.  What if she was the one who ended up at a spa trying not
to cry over a memory.

“
I’m sure he’s figured it
out by now.”  Her mother waived her hand as if this whole
thing were nothing but bother.  “I can’t tell you how many
times I haven’t shown up for something, and the people get the
picture soon enough.”

“
What if I thought I could
just walk away, but I can’t?”  She just needed to think. 
The way he held her and kissed her and treated her like a princess
scared her.  The way she couldn’t stop thinking about him
terrified her.  The way she wanted to be with him almost made
her pass out.

“
That’s the time to walk
away.  You don’t want to end up like me.”  Her mother
motioned for the technicians to continue.  “Now lay back and
finish your treatments.”

With the knot in her stomach ever growing,
she forced her back into the chair and squeezed her eyes
shut.  Wilson was still there no matter how hard she tried to
make him go away.

* * * *

FOR MAYBE THE FIFTH TIME that day, Wilson
paced around the main room of the bar and glanced at his watch.
Somewhere in the course of dropping her off at her apartment last
night and right now he managed to misplace his girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Wait a minute. Did he really just think that
word?

He rewound his thoughts.

Yes, he just thought that word. What else
could she be? They spent every day together, they spent the better
parts of the nights together, they did everything together, even
worked together, and he didn’t want it to end.

In fact, since he was being completely
honest with himself, he admitted he only wanted more.

At the moment, what he wanted more than
anything was for her to arrive. Their newly hired staff was on
their way for training, and he had a meeting with another alcohol
vendor. She should have been here over an hour ago.

Thus far, he had texted her three times and
called twice. At what point did he turn from a concerned boyfriend
to insane person? Also, at what point did he tell her they were in
a formal relationship?

He broke into a sweat and decided to make
his texts even with his phone calls and dialed her number once
more.

Where before the phone rang a few times
indicating she simply didn’t answer, this time the call went right
to voice mail meaning she was on the phone. Maybe she was calling
him and he hung up. After several minutes with no missed calls or
voice mails, he ground his teeth together.

He was either upset or worried. Upset if she
didn’t just quickly call and tell him where she was when she was
supposed to be here, and worried if for some reason she couldn’t
call.

A knock came at the front door right as he
was about to make yet another call. “There she is.” Though she
usually let herself in the back, she had her quirks. He rushed to
the door, practically colliding with the damn thing before opening
it.

“
Hello boss, we’re here for
our training.” One of the men he vaguely recognized saluted
him.

He scanned the group of six individuals.
They all showed except the one person who mattered. These were her
little chickens. She built the coop, how could she not be here?
Something must have happened. His chest seized. Why didn’t they
just stay together at night? Palm Springs was amazing. They woke up
together, made love and had breakfast. That’s how life should
be.