Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Scott is waiting for me in my driveway at the crack of dawn so we can arrive at the airport an hour before our flight. He pops the trunk open and I hoist my over-packed Vuitton knock-off bag into his car, being careful not to scratch his paint. I get in the car and can’t contain my grin of excitement, “This is going to be so much fun,” I gush. “Whatever happens in Paris is staying in Paris!” I promise.

“Excited?” he asks sarcastically. He places his hand on the back of my headrest, and starts backing out of the driveway, “Do you have everything you need?”

I start digging through my purse, “Almost everything, I just have to make a call.” I find my phone and dial my provider. I need to get a deal so I can place calls and texts from Las Paris. The last thing I want is to be nailed with astronomical roaming charges. Last year Lara went on a vacation with her parents without calling her provider beforehand. When she got back, they tried charging her #20 000. Her mother was furious, took her phone away from her for two months! I would just die if that happened to me. When I finish the phone call I check to see if I have any messages. There is one from MICHAEL:

MICHAEL: Have a safe trip. Will pick U up from the airport Sun night. I’m trusting U!

ISABELLA: No worries! Can’t wait to C. U. Sun night.

I place my phone back in my purse and look out at the road ahead, “Done, do you have everything you need?”

“I pack light. I have a surprise for you in my wallet, check it out!” He goes digging into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls them out.

“You want me to open it?”

“Please, I’m driving. I don’t have anything in my wallet you can’t see except for condoms and lube,” he kids. I spot tickets right away. “Wow, what’s this?” I ask. “It’s a show at the hotel we’re staying at. It has swimming, acrobatics, it looks awesome! It better be for what I paid.”

“Oh that’s going to be so much fun,” I gush again. “It gives me an excuse to dress up.”

“I thought you would like that.” “I do, thanks, Scott.”

We park the car at the Park and Fly, taking the shuttle into the terminal. We have thirty minutes of waiting time after we check our luggage in, so we find vacant seats close to our assigned gate and start playing with our phones to pass the time. They called our flight quickly. I turn my phone off and grabbed my boarding pass from my bag. Scott smiles at me before motioning for me to take the lead. I’m determined to make this trip fantastic, because I know that’s what dad would have wanted.

We check into the hotel late afternoon. Scott being chivalrous to a flaw carries both our bags to our room situated on the twelfth floor. I inserted the card into our door and the light flashes green. I pray for two queen beds before opening the door but as my luck would have it, we find the room to have only one beautiful king-sized bed with a white diamond tuck headboard.

Scott follows my gaze and realizes our first dilemma, “I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed.” I place my bag on the table staring at his reflection in the mirror, “Surely we can be adults about this and share the bed.” I’m fooling myself when I suggest this.

“You’re okay with it?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

“Do you want to run it by Michael?” he asks albeit sarcastically.

“None of that jealousy, please. I don’t want him to know about our sleeping arrangements as this is out of our hands. I trust that it’s all right with you?” I smile mischievously. He nods at me running his hand through his dark wisps, “Rest assured, he won’t be hearing anything from me. Nothing I do will leave Paris!”

“Nothing leaves Paris,” I chant. Scott lays his suitcase on the white bedspread and starts digging through it while I explore the rooms in our suite. The bathroom is gorgeous with a large soaker tub and a stand-up shower. There is a large lowered countertop with two mirrors and two places to sit, just to apply makeup and do hair; it is the size of a small apartment.

“I’ll take a hot bubble bath after your shower,” I call out not knowing Scott is standing directly behind me.

He drops his head down and speaks quietly to me from behind, “You don’t have to wait until I’m done, there’s nothing we haven’t seen before.” His proximity gives me goosebumps. “Well, if you don’t mind,” I say flirtatiously, I walk over to the tub and start running the water. I take the complimentary bubble bath and pour in a generous amount. When the water is high enough, I start the jets so it was overflowing with bubbles.

Scott looks from his shower to my bath, “Your bath looks more fun than my shower.”

“Oh Behave!” I say. “Nothing leaves Paris?” I confirm timidly.

“Nothing leaves Paris,” he reassures.

“Then join me,” I say lightly. “There’s enough room for two,” I tell myself it was no different than being in a pool with Anna or Lara, naked. I watch as he begins removing his clothing. I can’t stop myself from admiring his Charlie Human-like body. I’m slower to take my clothes off being way more self-conscious than he is. There is a lot to be said for bubbles hiding nature’s flaws, critically aware of my imperfections.

He takes my hand and guides me into the warm water making sure I didn’t slip before getting in behind me.

“Do you want to face each other?” I ask.

He speaks into my hair, “No, I want you against my chest.”

Oh my, if I don’t know any better, I would say he’s being quite flirtatious with me too. Knowing I’m the only one who needs to show restraint, I’ve already managed to place myself in a very compromising position. My resolve is very weak at best where Scott is concerned, thank goodness everything is staying in Paris or I would have already been in trouble when I got back home. We lower ourselves into the hot water and I rest against his warm chest, closing my eyes and focusing on the sound of the jets blowing the water around. I can feel him harden while he’s pressed gently against me, “Oh my, is this too much for you?” I ask faking concern.

“Never Enough,” he breathes into my ear. He covers my breasts with his hands and wraps his legs around mine like a vine. “Are you comfortable?” he asks. “Too comfortable,” I say relaxing into him. When the water becomes cold, we force ourselves to vacate our very pleasant bath, “Shower the bubbles away?” I suggest.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he says.

He throws a towel onto the floor and assists me in getting out of the tub before he follows. We walked over to the shower where he adjusts the temperature for us and step in. He guides the water over my body removing all the bubbles from the bath and I do the same for him. Our hands slowly caressing each other as the water beats down on us. When we’re finished, we dried each other off, never once breaking down and kissing each other.

“We can’t do that again,” he says grimly. “You picked Michael not me, and even though everything stays in Paris, my feelings have to come home with me.” He reminds me. His brown puppy dog eyes lock onto mine and his chocolate hair looks richer than normal because it is still damp from our shower. My fingers want to glide through his locks and my mouth wants to taste his, he’s so delectable, I feel like I can eat him up.

“Forgive me,” he says before pulling the towel covering me from my grip. His mouth covers mine and his hands frisk my naked body, so much for being proud of myself for not kissing him. My fingers dive into his silky hair while my mouth welcomes his invasion. His warm tongue frolics wildly with mine as he backs me up against the bed lowering me down. He pauses for only a second waiting to see if I will stop him, and when I don’t he slowly inserts himself into me. Every thrust deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. When he finishes, he pulls out and lets his juices spill over my stomach.

He grabs the towel from the floor and wipes my stomach down. I figure he’s finished with me until he slides down the bed and begins spreading my legs for a snack. He feasts on me; his tongue is magical as he makes every part of my body tingle in response to him. He is relentless, working me until I’m calling out his name and shaking out of control on the bed. My toes curl and my hands clench his hair. I cry mid-orgasm feeling an overwhelming sense of closeness to him. What are we doing? Why can’t we control ourselves?

We don’t talk about the tender moment we shared or the inexplicable passion between us. Neither of us has the courage or strength to fight it off, so we just bask in it, unwilling to move. I wake up the next morning with my head on Scott’s chest and my leg flung across his body. His eyes are open and he’s staring up at the ceiling. My body is pinning his, and the bed renders him motionless until I move, “How long have you been awake?”

He turns his head to look at the clock, “About an hour.”

“Why didn’t you wake me or at least move me so you can get up?” “I didn’t want to. You need your rest.”

I start stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck and he closes his eyes to concentrate on the feeling, “You like that don’t you?”

“Love it,” he admits.

I glance over at the bedside table next to me finding my phone flashing blue. I disconnect it from the charger and hit the button to see what’s waiting for me, one missed call and two texts. I call mom back right away and confirm our safety. She’s upset, that we didn’t call her last night, but I tell her we were exhausted and hungry from our trip and it slipped our minds. She won’t let me get off the phone until I promise her I will call her first thing tomorrow morning when I wake up. She fails to ask about our sleeping arrangements and had her; I would have told her the hotel provided us with two queen beds. She is liberal since we won the Olympics, but I don’t want to test it.

I continue stroking Scott’s hair when I click on the text messages. The first is from Anna asking how it’s going, and the second is from Michael. Scott sees me click on his name, and crawls out from underneath me, “I’ll give you your privacy,” he says, I can tell by the tone of his voice he’s frustrated. Michael’s text message asks me if we arrived safely, and says Scott better stay away from me.

I text him back, reassuring him emphatically that Scott is being a perfect gentleman and he has nothing to worry about. I lather it on saying how much I miss him, which is a huge exaggeration since Scott has been attending to all my needs. I take a quick shower after Scott comes out. When I’m done I go back into our room to find Scott reading my phone with a pissed-off expression on his face. I don’t have time to get upset with him as he confronts me, “If you’re missing him so much, I’ll hail you a cab to the airport,” he snaps.

“You snooped,” I say dismayed.

“My battery didn’t charge. I didn’t think we had anything to hide from each other, I guess I’m wrong. I’ll see you back here at five,” he leaves the room letting the door slam shut behind him.

I follow him out into the hallway, calling out, “Scott!” but he keeps walking never turning back.