The Real Fling

by R. Silver

  Classy! He probably thinks I am some sort of slut who was planning on wild sex! Please God, strike him with amnesia! As we drove away, he gave me a wicked grin and got into a taxi that made a U-turn and went the other direction. I sat back in the leather seat mortified. Still tasting the powdered sugar on my swollen lips, images of the evening flashed in front of me. Despite my embarrassment, I wondered when I would see Trevor Morgan again.

  Chapter 5

  As the taxi headed toward his loft in SOHO, Trevor leaned back in the seat. Holy hell. Talk about bad timing. He had not reached his thirty-fourth birthday free of attachments by avoiding women. Rather, Trevor had enjoyed the company of many beautiful women but he kept it on a physical, superficial level that seemed to suit his lady companions just fine. Samantha Lin was getting to him in a way no other woman had. Their brief encounter on the street had ignited an electricity. She seemed so reserved, almost shy, and unaware of her magnetic beauty. However, the moment she began to perform her music, he could sense a passion and sensuality that were gripping.

  Trevor could still taste her lips and feel the curve of her hips against his arms. He had become a successful photographer by being patient and waiting to capture the images as they happened. He smiled and decided he would be more than happy to wait and win Samantha when she was ready - as long as it wasn't too long. Considering her response to their kiss, he predicted it would be a sweet and passionate prize for both of them very soon.

  Now, Trevor had to deal the crisis at hand. Penny’s timing was impeccable. There was always a problem or an issue when he was in Europe, or during a photo shoot, or tonight, when he wanted to be with Samantha and certainly not in a taxi by himself. In a way, this had been the pattern his whole life. Trevor would be the new boy at school and just start to make friends when his mother would want to move again. They lived in one anonymous apartment after another. Even if he had made a friend, his mother was not the type of mother who would welcome friends. Trevor knew that his mother loved him but she was too damaged to be available emotionally for him beyond basic needs. When Trevor’s father stepped in and sent him to prep school for high school, Trevor’s mother finally crumbled. Her last hold on the real world was lost when her son left her.

  Trevor paid the cabbie and bolted into his building. Taking the steps two at a time, he reached the fifth floor of the converted warehouse. The door to his loft stood open and the view into his home and workspace was littered with canvasses and furniture on end. On the floor in a crumpled heap like a piece of refuse sat a petite woman who used to be beautiful. “Trevor, honey, I was so worried about you. I couldn’t find you. I looked and looked and looked, “she wailed and wrung her hands. Had he not seen it so many times, Trevor might have pitied her. Instead, he turned away in disgust.

  “Penny, you’ve been drinking and, clearly, are not taking your medication.” Trevor surveyed the damage. Although things were topsy turvy, Penny had not damaged any canvasses. Running his hands through his hair, Trevor began righting the furniture. “Marisol is on her way to take you home. Tomorrow, you are going to your psychiatrist and getting back on your medicine. One more episode like this and I think you'll need to return to an inpatient facility.” He raised his voice to talk over Penny’s sobs.

  Izzie came out of the kitchen. “I thought I heard your voice. I was just trying to clean the chaos in the back. I guess Penny snowed the superintendent to let her in but Sol, the doorman, called me. I got here when I could but she was pretty cooked so I had to call you.” Izzie’s red curls were askew on her head and she threw her hands up in exasperation.

  Penny pulled herself up to standing and tossed her head. “I have every right to talk to my son. He wasn’t here and I was worried.” She stumbled towards Trevor wiping the last of her tears from her weary face. Trevor grabbed her by the arm and steered her to a chair he had placed upright.

  Through gritted teeth, he spoke to her quietly but forcefully. “No more games, Penny. I told you that you have to stay sober and take your medicine. You want to talk. Go ahead." Trevor’s eyes were grey pools shot through with pain and abandonment. Penny turned her head away and crossed her arms. “Like I thought. Nothing to say now?” He sighed and continued to pick up the detritus of his mother’s whirlwind.

  “Everything is a mess but there is not any real damage," reassured Izzie. “I think we can get the rest of it in the morning. By the way, Samantha Lin’s agent called and wants to come by and see the proofs tomorrow.” Ever efficient Izzie was not going to let an opportunity to tweak Trevor’s schedule go by even if he was dealing with his crazy mother.

  A few moments later, an older lady with laugh lines around her eyes stepped into Trevor’s loft. “Mr. Trevor, I am so sorry. Ms. Penny told the night nurse she was just going outside to get a newspaper. We won’t let it happen again.” Trevor had found a treasure in Marisol Garcia. She was Penny’s live-in nurse who genuinely cared for Trevor's mother. Many nurses had come and gone unable to handle the mercurial Penny.

  Trevor and Marisol discussed more details about Penny as they led the now passive woman to the door. Izzie confirmed details about Samantha and Elsa’s meeting and she, too, made her exit. Then, Trevor was alone. Like always. He took in the view of the night skyline from the floor to ceiling windows. All around him people were in their lofts or apartments eating, talking, making love, and arguing together. Perhaps, as a photographer, he was destined to always be on the outside looking in - the eternal observer.

  Trevor had been alone for too long to feel sorry for himself. Emotional entanglements were messy. He had seen firsthand what it had done to his mother. I want to know Samantha better. She intrigues me and I cannot stop thinking about her. Trevor took quick strides to his desk and pulled up Samantha's file on his Mac. The screen filled with her images. Samantha's dark hair screened half of her face, her full lips apart, eyes closed and her body still but poised to take flight over the black and white keys. Trevor sat back in his chair with his long fingers tented under his chin studying the photograph.

  Chapter 6

  My feet kept a steady pace on the treadmill matching the beat to my Flo-rida and Ne-Yo mix on my iPod. Every few minutes I saw the screen on my cell phone flash that I had a call from Elsa, that I had missed her call and that I had a voice mail. I ignored the calls and finished out my forty-five minute run. Experience had taught me that a workout cut short made the rest of the day and its attendant stresses more difficult to handle. Irrationally, I found it irritating that Elsa would call me during my workout although there was no way she knew I was exercising. Limbs, breath and heartbeat were in sync and the endorphin high pulled me to finish out the last five minutes.

  Wiping off the treadmill, I listened to the messages. "Sam, call me back ASAP." I hit delete. "Sam, super important. Call me back." Elsa sounded annoyed. Delete. "Fine, since you have not called me back, I am making an executive decision. Meet me at Trevor Morgan's studio at 11. We are going over the proofs." Crap! Half an hour and I am in gym clothes. At least, Trevor won't think I am looking for sex. My face still burned when I recalled his amused look with the condom in his hand.

  I caught the subway headed downtown. With my gym bag slung over my shoulder, hair pulled back and ear buds in, I blended right into the subway crowd. Everyone on the train made the automatic effort to avoid eye contact with anyone else. Often I wondered where all these strangers were headed. Each person had a story but kept it to him or herself. I guess the only ones who told their story were the crazies who were talking to themselves.

  In front of a brick warehouse space, I gazed upward at the stark naked bricks and unadorned windows. When I arrived at the fifth floor, the elevator opened into a lobby with only two doors. I was pondering which door to knock when Trevor stepped out into the lobby. "Hey, sorry I am late. I missed Elsa's call and I was at the gym. Sorry I am such a mess," I breathed out all at once.

  "It seems like you are always apologizing to me for being late," Trevor stepped up to
me in three steps. “I have time for lunch after our meeting and I wanted to ask you away from prying ears." He stood so close to me I wanted to pull back, self-conscious of my recent workout.

  Without thinking, I pushed him back with my hands, the instant I made contact with his chest through his shirt; he reached around my waist with his hands. "Ummm. I really can't go to lunch. I am a total mess and I probably smell!" I exclaimed, completely flustered.

  Trevor flexed his arms and my back arched my body into his. "Mmmm. You're right. You smell of jasmine and salt and something else. Not sure, I’ll have to taste to be sure." His nose nestled into my neck and I felt his mouth feather kisses along my collar bone. I let my head fall back as his mouth migrated below my neck to above my breasts. Suddenly, his mouth was slanted across mine; a hand cupped my bottom while the other caressed my breast. I returned his kisses with an urgent hunger. Instinctively, my leg wrapped around his thigh pushing my sex against him.

  "Ahem. I hate to interrupt but we have some work to do," Elsa stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, visibly irked. "Frankly, Trevor, don't you think this takes getting to know your subject to a new level." She turned on her high heels and walked back into the loft.

  "So, that's a yes for lunch, right" grinned Trevor. Was the man impervious to embarrassment? I nodded and made my way through the entrance to his loft. I took several deep breaths to gain some control of my wild emotions. My physical attraction to Trevor had taken on a life of its own. I was starting to wonder where it would take me.

  To Izzie and Elsa, it was all business for the next forty-five minutes. Seeing my images on the oversized screen took my breath away. Trevor had captured the movement of the music in these still photos in a way I would have never imagined possible. Trevor, Elsa and Izzie discussed which photos might work for the album cover, the program and the publicity releases. I sat silently just starring. Finally, Elsa turned to me. "Sam, these are your pictures. What do you think?"

  "Every single one is amazing. I just cannot choose." My voice was quivering. Unaccountably, I felt like crying. I rose suddenly and left the group to be by myself by the windows.

  As I leaned my forehead against the cool glass, I could sense Trevor standing behind me. "Okay? Are you feeling unwell?" I could hear genuine concern in his voice as his hands began to rub my shoulders.

  "You made me beautiful. Thank you. I can actually see my emotion about the music in the pictures. It is just overwhelming because people will expect so much from me when they see these amazing images." I turned to look up at his face.

  Trevor's hands caressed my face and lifted my gaze toward his. "You are beautiful and your music is beautiful. This isn't about expectations. I am just showing them the real Samantha Lin." Our bodies were so close that the energy sizzled between us. "Believe in yourself, Samantha. I do."

  We wrapped up the meeting. Again, Izzie and Elsa confirmed who was receiving what and when. Izzie took off to view a prospective site for an upcoming photo shoot after giving Trevor a fist pump and me a warm hug. Elsa made me promise to call her later so she could review items and left with a flourish of clicking high heels, shuffling papers and returning phone calls. And then, it was just Trevor and I.

  "I need sustenance after that meeting. Feel like hamburgers?" Trevor picked up the phone, dialed and quickly ordered. The tumult of the meeting coupled with my exercise made me feel tired and I sank down onto the tan leather sectional in the center of the living room. Being alone with Trevor suddenly made me shy. My physical attraction to Trevor was a new feeling to me. Although I was not a virgin, up until now I had never felt such a visceral pull towards any man. Truly, I had thought all the swooning about sex was hype made to sell books and movies. Michael had called me frigid and blamed our lack luster sex life on me. After my two physical encounters with Trevor, it seemed inevitable that we would have sex. He will be disappointed because I am not sexy.

  Trevor plunked down onto the sofa next to me, grabbed my legs and pulled them over his lap. "What has you frowning and shaking your head?"

  "Well, I am just not sexy," I clapped my hand over my mouth. With an eyebrow arched, Trevor leaned into me with and placed an arm around my shoulders. "I mean, I am probably not the type of woman you would find sexy." Shit! Could I sound any more stupid? A knock at the door saved me from further gut wrenching humiliation.

  Returning to the sofa with the food, Trevor smiled. "We will continue this fascinating conversation regarding your sexiness after we eat the best hamburgers in Manhattan." The aroma of the food drew me onto the floor in front of the coffee table. I was polishing off the last of the crispy French fries when Trevor broke into a hearty laugh. "Where do you put all that food, woman! Finally a woman who eats more than three lettuce leaves. By the way, you are sexy. Very."

  "Yeah, right. I am sure I am a vision in my workout clothes with hamburger on my face." It was my turn to laugh. I struck a mock model pose and made a kissing face. Trevor stopped laughing and swooped me up in his arms. Our lips met and the fire reignited. Pushing me on my back, his mouth and tongue traced lazy kisses on my neck. Moaning, I arched my hips against him and wrapped my leg around his. His hands pushed my top over my head and cupped one of my breasts. Pulling his shirt up, I grabbed the muscles of his back and coursed my hands around to his abdomen. When he lifted himself off of my chest, the cool air made my skin tingle and my nipples round into sensitive buds. Trevor made a deliberate, slow trail of kisses down my body, lingering at each breast and teasing my nipples with his tongue. I gasped as his hands shimmied my yoga pants down. Pushing my legs apart, he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of each thigh. When his fingers touched the lips of my mound, I thrust my hips up forcing his fingers inside.

  Trevor groaned and moved his mouth to where his hands were. "God, you are so wet. So sexy." I squirmed as his mouth approached my opening and his thumb stroked my clit.

  "Oh, Trevor. I don't feel comfortable with you doing that." I tried to sit upright and pull away. "I mean, I have never had that done before and ...." Trevor lifted his gaze to meet mine. His thumb continued its slow purposeful arousal of my clit and his fingers were within me making my inner walls tremble. Despite my words, my hips rolled forward and pulled his fingers still deeper. I could not fight it any longer. Throwing my head back, I could feel my sex clench around his fingers and my thighs shake. Having Trevor watch me orgasm only heightened the feeling.

  "Baby, if I can make you come like that with my hand, I guarantee you will like it when I use my mouth," Trevor growled into my thigh. He lowered his head and his tongue traced the same path his fingers had. My hands grabbed his hair to pull him closer. My body demanding more. More heat. More skin. More Trevor.

  When Trevor lifted his body off of mine, I was panting in a daze of want. He stripped his jeans off and opened an end table drawer. As Trevor turned to face me, my mouth fell open. A broad chest topped sculpted abs that led down to a gorgeous V made by his obliques. Trevor ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth and quickly rolled it onto his fully aroused and thick penis. I bit my lower lip in anticipation and a little bit of anxiety. God, he is gorgeous. He lay back on the sofa and pulled me on top of him. My body seemed to have a mind of its own as my hands massaged his pecs and my hips rolled my wet lower lips against his cock.

  “Samantha, I really want to be inside you,” Trevor’s voice made his chest rumble. He lifted my bottom and eased himself between my lips. Already I was moaning and he thrust himself in further. “Oh, yeah. You feel so good. I can already feel you coming again.” Trevor groaned and I rocked myself forward sheathing him with myself. There were no more words, just thrusting and moaning. We flipped over and I wrapped my legs around Trevor’s waist. I could feel his cock touching my very core and I wanted him closer and deeper. Finally, Trevor raised himself on his forearms, his neck muscles straining and when he climaxed he brought his forehead against mine with his eyes half-closed. Just feeling and watching him come, made me orgasm again. I had never
felt so intimately connected with any human being before.

  Chapter 7

  Elsa tapped her nails impatiently on her desk. "Sam, these venues need to be confirmed. Have you looked at the schedule or are you still star-struck by Trevor Morgan?" Shaking her head, Elsa pulled out reams of paper with schedules and contracts. "Honey, I am all for a little fling but I would watch out with Trevor. He has quite a reputation as a ladies man."

  I bent down to shuffle papers in my bag waiting for the blush of my cheeks to cool. Why did I feel like a high school student caught making out in the parking lot? "Elsa, I am a big girl. I can take care of myself." Looking up at her, my curiosity got the best of me. "Enlighten me on that 'ladies man' part of your comment."

  Not only was Elsa a high powered agent who took on recording executives single-handedly armed only with high heels and a cell phone but she was also an irrepressible gossip. Placing her perfectly manicured hands under her chin, Elsa leaned into me and whispered conspiratorially, "Oh my goodness, Sam. Trevor has been the hot item of the week with actresses, super models, and debutantes. His line of work puts him in close contact with all kinds of gorgeous women and, clearly, it agrees with him." Now, she leaned back in her chair and sighed. "Honey, if you want to have a good roll in the hay with him, go ahead. Frankly, after that beast of an ex-husband, you deserve it. I just do not want you to get hurt. Of course, I do not want it to interfere with the publicity tour."

  "Oh, of course. This is nothing serious. I mean, we just met,” rushed out of my mouth. I hoped that I sounded convincing. Clearly, Trevor was so out of my league. The afternoon in his loft was a chance occurrence. We had a physical attraction, we acted on it and that was that. "Anyway, enough about nonsense, let's talk about the tour."