Maybe Baby Lite (59 page)

“
Okay,” I said, “I thought
it might be kind of cool to name a boy after me and a girl after
you.”

He cocked an eyebrow,
waiting for me to continue.

“
So if it’s a boy I want
his name to be ‘Preston’ and if it’s a girl, ‘Treyla.’ What do you
think?”

He momentarily considered
those names and scooted forward on the log so our knees touched. He
put both arms around me, scooting my backside closer.

“
I think that this child
had better be a boy.”

I could feel the grin on
his face as he tried to stifle a chuckle. I pulled back, looking at
his amused face. “What? You don’t like ‘Treyla’ for a
girl?”

“
I appreciate the thought,
babe,” he conceded, “but she may grow up hating you for pinning a
name like that on her.”

I was surprised he hated a
name meant to honor him.

“
Don’t be frustrated, you
asked my opinion.”

“
I know I did. You
might've considered my feelings before trashing the name.” I pulled
away and shrugged.

“
Hey you,” he stood up,
coming around in front of me. He pulled my arms up so that I was
standing in front of him. His fingers gently lifted my chin up to
meet his gaze. “Tylar, you name the baby whatever you want, okay?
The only thing I ask of you is that the baby has my last name. Do
you agree?” His gaze was penetrating. I nodded, my eyes tearing up
yet again.

“
That’s fine with me
Trey,” I said softly.

“
I'd also like for you to
take my last name, but you’ve already made your opinion perfectly
clear, so I won’t press that issue right now.”

I nodded again, putting my
arms around him. I know that my mood swings had to be giving the
poor guy whiplash.

“
C’mon,” he said his
playful tone back, “let’s get you and me back on Derringer and head
back up to the house. We need to get dressed for dinner.” He gave
my rump a playful smack as we headed over to Derringer. We were
going to Radcliff tomorrow. The long weekend had flown by. I was
eager to get back if only to start the preparations to leave again.
I was chilled by what Trey had shared with me today. It explained a
great deal as to why he'd been so protective with me. Gina was
going to freak out when I told her the latest.

Later that evening, Trey
was stretched across his bed watching football while I packed. I
was careful to make sure he didn’t see the Christmas presents I’d
bought for him. He was thoroughly distracted by the game. Zipping
my new shoes, dresses, and underwear into my luggage, there was
only one item left: my present from Gina from The Sextique Shop. I
decided just to leave those items in their gift bag and I set it
next to my suitcase, planning to pack it after my bath.

“
Are you going to pack
your stuff tonight, Trey?” I asked. “You’re staying longer and
you’ll need more than what you brought down originally.”

“
I’ll do it at halftime,”
he said, not taking his eyes off of the flat screen.

Whatever.

I filled his sunken tub
with coconut-scented bath foam and stripped off my clothes,
grabbing a fresh towel and bath sponge from the cabinet, along with
my razor and shaving gel. I settled comfortably into the warm,
soapy water. I decided to turn the jets on to relax my muscles. I'd
had quite a workout this weekend in many ways. The jets were quiet
but powerful. I backed up to one of them and the powerful pulsating
water hit my lower back.

Oh my God; this feels so
good!

I stayed there washing the
rest of my body and then I sank down, putting my head underwater to
rinse for my shampoo. When I came back up I had soap in my
eyes.

Shit that
stings!

I squeezed my eyes shut,
heading over to the side to get the towel I'd placed there. The jet
was still pulsating powerful streams of water. As I stood up on my
tiptoes to grab the towel for my eyes I felt the pulsating water
jets pound between my legs.

Oh my!

I stood there, wiping the
soap out of my eyes feeling extremely pleasured down there. I
spread my legs out just a bit opening myself up to the sensations
of the water pulses.

Interesting!

Just then I heard Trey’s
voice from the bedroom. “What the fuck is this shit?”

Hmmm . . . game must be
going badly . . .

The bathroom door abruptly
opened and Trey walked in, carrying my gift from Gina, unwrapped.
Ha! It was a boxed dildo. He angrily stood over the tub, holding a
box that said ‘Jack Rabbit Wallbanger W/Suction Cup.’ He leaned
down and shut off the jets, shaking the water off of his hand as he
stood back up, glaring.

“
Did you buy this?” he
asked sharply.

“
No,” I answered honestly.
“Gina bought it for me as an early Christmas present. Thank you for
ruining my surprise.” I grabbed the shampoo from the edge of the
tub and lathered my hair. Trey continued to gawk at me.

Why's he so pissed about
this?

“
May I ask why you were
going through my stuff?”

“
Hey, I was just trying to
see if you had room in your suitcase for some of my things. I
didn’t know if you meant to pack this bag or what. I wanted to make
sure it wasn’t breakable.”

“
Well it’s not,” I
answered turning away from him to rinse my hair. His expression
went from pissed to confused.

“
Did you say something to
Gina to make her think I don’t satisfy you?”

“
Of course not, Trey.
Don’t be ridiculous. Why does this have to be about
you?”

He eyed me warily as if he
doubted what I was telling him. I wondered if all men thought they
were the only mechanism for female orgasm. Trey acted like having a
sex toy was an insult to his masculinity.

“
What? Does it offend
you?” I finally asked.

“
No, I just wanted to make
sure that well, you know, that I’m making you feel
good.”

“
Trey,” I nearly shrieked,
“you must have a clue by now how much I love our
fucking."

"We don't
always
fuck, Tylar;
we
make love
as
well."

I softened toward him. My
Trey was romantic and sweet. He actually thought I could replace
him with Mr. Jack Rabbit Wallbanger with a suction cup?

He helped me out of the
bath, wrapping a towel around me.

“
Maybe we could make love
tonight after the football game is over?” I asked, my eyes
searching his.

“
Fuck
the football game!” he said, drawing my toweled body to him.
He pressed me against him intimately. “Ready to go to bed?” he
asked huskily.

I smiled and
nodded.

“
Me too,” he said, taking
me by the hand and leading me out of the bathroom.

My house in Radcliff was
listed with a real estate agent who felt very strongly that it
wouldn’t stay on the market too long. The location and price range
were good indicators, she assured us.

Trey had convinced me to
go to Atlanta with him. It wasn’t really that difficult of a
decision once he promised me that I could work at least part-time
at his law firm. Gina was ecstatic when I called to let her
know.

Trey’s apartment was
located on West Peachtree in mid-town Atlanta. I knew that it would
take me a while to get comfortable driving in a big city. He told
me not to be overly concerned; he'd gladly take me anywhere I
wanted.

Hmm…being around each
other 24/7 is going to be interesting.

It was dark when Trey
pulled my Santa Fe into the parking garage of his apartment
building. I'd been asleep for most of the drive. I awoke as soon as
he cut the engine. Yawning and stretching, I looked around and
spotted his Mercedes Benz Roadster in the next parking
space.

Nice ride,
counselor.

Trey’s apartment was a
pleasant surprise. I was worried his space would be contemporary
and cold, all black, glass, and chrome. Yet, this was tasteful and
had a warm feel. The floor of the foyer was ceramic tile done in a
Tuscan pattern; the interior walls were stucco, with high ceilings
and arched doorways. The flooring in the main living room and
dining room was polished hardwood covered with gorgeous Persian
rugs. The living room featured a fireplace with wall art that
blended in nicely with his furnishings. The color scheme was
predominately warm gold, brown, and russet. Curved windows rounded
like a half-moon overlooked the lit skyline of mid-town
Atlanta.

“
Trey, this is
breathtaking,” I commented, gazing through his window over Atlanta.
He stood next to me, pulling me closer.

“
I’m glad you approve. I
think having you here will definitely make it complete.”

“
Where’s my room?” I asked
innocently.

Trey laughed, pulling me
close to him. “Your room is wherever I am,” he said,
“understand?”

I nodded. He took my hand,
leading me down a hallway that was off the living room. One of the
bedrooms had been made into his study. There was a guest bedroom
next to the study that had an attached bathroom and walk-in closet.
Trey’s master suite was obvious because of the double wooden doors
that opened into it.

“
Wow,” I said as he swung
open the doors, “this is huge!” He had a king-size bed that seemed
almost small because of the room’s high ceilings. It was carpeted
in plush hunter-green carpet with an ornately scrolled mahogany
wardrobe against the wall next to the bed. There was a cozy sitting
area in one corner of the room and two walk-in closets.

The master bath was even
more elaborate than the one at the manor. It had a ceramic-tiled
heated floor and antique light fixtures. There were marble columns
on each side of the wide marble steps that led up to the sunken
tub. Wall sconces created soft, romantic lighting.

“
Where’s the kitchen?” I
finally asked.

“
It’s off the dining room
as we came in. Are you hungry?”

“
Maybe later,” I said,
“I'd really love a bubble bath.”

“
You go right ahead,” he
replied, “you'll find everything you need in the
bathroom.”

An hour and a half later I
emerged from my soak, totally relaxed. I padded down Trey’s massive
hallway in my silk PJs. He was on the phone in the study. I
lingered at the doorway. He looked up and nodded for me to come
in.

“
Yes, I appreciate your
getting back with me on a weekend, counselor. This is good news.”
He rolled his chair back from the desk invitingly. I curled up in
his lap as he wrapped up his call.

“
Who was that on the
phone?” I asked.

“
Oh yeah, that was the
assistant C.A. from Washington County. Everything is good to go on
the plea agreement. No trial.”

I was greatly relieved. I
never wanted to lay eyes on Charlie Roberts again. Trey stood me up
and led me to the kitchen which was as impressive as the rest of
his apartment. The floor was dark ceramic tile, the cupboards were
light blond wood, the countertops were granite, and the appliances
were stainless steel. A breakfast bar with a sink stood in the
center.

“
Have a seat, Ms. Preston.
I’ll let you know what today’s specials are as soon as I figure
that out,” he said, giving me a dimpled grin. Despite his humor, I
could tell Trey was tired. He'd packed up my house, loaded the SUV
top to bottom, and drove the whole way while I slept through the
drive.

“
Trey, I'd love a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich.”

“
Seriously?” he asked.
“That sounds good to me too.”

We ate our sandwiches at
the breakfast bar and talked about my new job. He'd already called
the H.R. director at the firm while I was in my bath. I was set for
Monday.

“
What will my job
responsibilities be?”

“
I’ve no idea. I left that
in the hands of Janice Landrick, my competent HR director. She’s
expecting you at 9 a.m. sharp.”

“
Will we be riding to work
together, Trey?”

“
Well, I usually leave for
the gym at 6:30 and then shower and dress there. It’s in the same
building as our firm.”

“
Oh, I see,” I replied. I
was curious as to how much Trey had shared with his H.R. director.
“How exactly did you explain our relationship to
Janice?”

“
I didn’t,” he replied,
stuffing the last quarter of his sandwich into his mouth. “Tylar,”
he began in his serious lawyer-tone, “our relationship doesn’t
exist when we’re at the firm. You wanted a job and now you have
it.” He was now looking at me expectantly, his eyes searching mine
for some kind of confirmation.

“
Ipso facto, counselor,” I
replied, licking peanut butter seductively off of my
fingers.

Later that evening, I was
curled up in his massive bed while Trey showered. My mind was
racing with questions. I still wondered exactly what Trey had told
his H.R. director about our connection. Was I supposed to call him
‘Mr. Sinclair’? I thought about Gina and Ian coming over tomorrow.
When I gave her directions to Trey’s place, she commented that his
doorman probably wouldn’t let riff raff like her past the entrance.
I let Trey know they’d be visiting; his only reaction was an eye
roll. I heard the shower shut off. Perhaps now that he'd taken a
shower he would feel refreshed enough to answer some of my
questions.