A nice, elegant little number. Dark blue, sequenced, probably mid-thigh in length. Nothing really special. But still way more extravagant than anything she owned.
The next gown was the little red dress that men had a tendency to fantasize about.
Next was a long, shiny, made to show off her curves, light blue dress. If only it weren’t strapless she thought. She looked at it closely as she debated it. Versace!!!!! Holy Hell! She looked at the others. All were Versace gowns. She couldn’t wear those. Not only was she a major klutz at times but they were definitely way out of her comfort zone. She wouldn’t be comfortable in them. She wouldn’t be able to enjoy them. She would only be thinking of the price tag.
Finally something she could feel comfortable in. A pair of black leather pants caught her eye. A red spaghetti strapped top with the built in bra. A leather jacket. Different variety of shoes. The black leather wide heel should go perfectly with the pants she thought. “Now this is more Taylor friendly.”
Her cell phone jingled and she knew exactly who it was.
Tay,
Just wanted to say have fun. Try everything I would. Enjoy. Drink a few. Shave your legs, brush your teeth, bikini wax would be appreciated by Damien I’m sure. Love ya!
Liz
Liz
I know how to get ready for whatever he has planned for us. We are in this awesome suite and he has just left me to myself to get ready. Can you believe that shit? I am getting naked and he doesn’t wanna watch or help. Is that weird?
Tay
Tay
Don’t over think things. Why do I have to keep telling you that? Maybe he doesn’t want to get caught up in the bedroom because he has something totally romantic planned. Maybe he is going to take you somewhere in your wildest dreams. LOL
Liz
Liz
Why do I have a feeling you know more than I know? Is there something you should be telling me? If you know something you better start spilling it! You know how I feel about surprises.
Tay
Tay
I’m pretty busy playing with the munchkins right now. Gotta Go! Have fun!
P.S. Wish it was me. That’s your only clue.
Liz
What the hell did she mean by that? Wish it were her? What? Where could he be taking her that Liz would want to go? Who cared it wasn’t her, it was Taylor and she planned on having a lot of fun. Over and Over and Over again loaded with fun. She couldn’t help but to laugh.
She showered, dressed and readied, with her makeup that was already on the sink, as quick as she could. Eager to find out where he was taking her. She opened the doors finding him standing there. Eyes bright red. His arms dangled at his sides. “The next time you want to look yourself over in the mirror, try not to rub your hands up and down your body. You can model anytime you want for me, but not like that again. Do you know what it took for me not to come in there and take what I was seeing?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t.” Did I piss you off or turn you on?
“Both. You turned me on, I’m pissed because if I would have acted on my feelings tonight, it would have consisted of never leaving this room. Let’s go get you something to eat.” She immediately felt hurt with his words. He was scolding her for something she didn’t understand at all.
“I’m not scolding you Taylor. You just have to remember that I see what you see. So imagine me doing a little strip tease for you and you can’t touch. Only watch.” His eyes faded to a dark brown again, as he gripped her face and kissed her softly. Taylor felt like it was his way of apologizing.
Yep that did the trick. She felt great again. He snickered against her mouth. He looked her over. “I was hoping you would pick this. I so missed seeing you in leather. And it definitely goes with what I have in store for you tonight.”
“So are you going to clue me in?” She hoped for a hint. I’ll take that strip tease now.
“Nope. We’ll discuss the strip tease later.” She suddenly became aware as he smiled at her, that she was in so much trouble tonight. Something told her she would either enjoy the hell out of it, or she would never embark on another journey to Denver with him again.
They walked out onto the street as he held her hand leading her down the sidewalk. Towering next to her like a bodyguard. She knew they weren’t going very far because they were walking. Just a couple of blocks later they walked into a little bar and grill. After being shown to their table he quickly ordered for her, knowing exactly what she wanted.
He stared at her from across the table. She had no idea how he appeared to always be cool, calm, and collected. He handled himself beautifully. She almost caught a hint of him blushing. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn he had.
“Ok, all this silence is killing me. Say something. Don’t make me embark on my questions that have yet to be answered, to break the sheet of ice I feel like we are skating on here.”
His mouth turned up into the sexiest devilish smile she had ever seen. “What kind of questions?”
“Where are you taking me? Why is it such a secret? Are you in love with me?” Holy shit! Where the hell did that come from?
She was turning several shades of red at this point. She had never in her life felt as embarrassed as she felt right now. She wanted to look away but she couldn’t. Her eyes remained sealed to his.
“You’ll see. Because I want it to be. And with every ounce of my being yes. But you already know that. I’ve told you that already.”
She thought that her heart was surely about to leap out of her chest. Am I happy? Is this what I really want? Am I leading him on or am I falling into his trap of seduction? And just so you know there is a difference in loving me and being in love with me.
“Don’t over think it. I know you feel the same way about me. I feel it. You may not admit it right now, and that is perfectly ok. Just don’t fight it either. Enjoy our journey together. And wherever it takes us, know that every action I take is for you.”
What does someone say to that? She was the one now staring at him. She was speechless. Totally and utterly blank. She knew she should say or do something but she couldn’t.
“Who ordered the cheeseburger?” The waitress was back with her food and she couldn’t have come at a better time. Damien pointed towards her without taking his eyes off of her. She broke the eye contact looking over at the waitress. Although she was sitting the plate down in front of Taylor the waitress was fixated on Damien.
My man! Taylor found herself fighting her emotions again. The emotion that wanted her to slap the waitress back into reality, teaching her a lesson in manners. One that she would remember for the rest of her life. That it was not ok, to strip another woman’s man right there in front of them.
She heard Damien clear his throat causing her to turn back to him. She was heated. Outraged by the waitresses not a care at all that Taylor was sitting there attitude. Knowing that jealousy was being felt on both sides of the table, Taylor still didn’t care.
She doused her fries with ketchup and commenced to eating. Twenty minutes later she was stuffed to the hilt and no longer feeling the slightest inclination of jealousy. His face had relaxed. She finished her beer then he stood. Excitement grew knowing he was taking her somewhere else. The somewhere he was keeping a secret.
“Are you ready because you’re right, we have somewhere we need to be going. It’s gonna be starting soon.”
“What’s going to be starting soon?” She knew it was a piss pour attempt at prying it out of him but she was hoping it worked a little.
“You’re gonna love it. Don’t worry.” He smiled taking her hand escorting her outside, leading her to a limo. Her excitement hit another level. She had never been inside a limo and always wondered what it would be like. Then for a moment she thought maybe she should have chosen a gown instead. He was dressed in black slacks, black shoes, black blazer, and a white button up shirt. The top two buttons remained open.
They pulled up outside a chaotic
huge dome like building that was crowded with people. She didn’t know what he had up his sleeve but the wait was gonna be long.
“We won’t be waiting. Come on.”
A man opened the door leading them right passed everyone else and inside. He gave each of them a hard plastic card with a tie on it. She looked down and it took everything in her to keep from jumping up and down.
“Jason Aldean. Are you shitting me?” She gleamed at him.
“No,,,I’m not shitting you. You know I really never got that expression.”
“You know what it means. Thank You for this.” She planted a small kiss on his cheek not trusting herself to touch anything else.
“Come on let’s put these back stage passes to good use.” Gripping her hand they go in. First thing right off the bat, he grabbed her a beer which was very welcomed. They headed back and it was crazy back there. People were running around like chickens with their heads chopped off. She felt uneasy. She didn’t know where to step to be out of the way. She really just wanted to take their seats. This was nothing like she had expected it to be backstage.
“Ok. We can go.” She looked up at him giving him an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. She didn’t know why the herds of people running around her made her nervous but it had.
He walked them through the people that were standing around right up to the front. This was something she could handle. She was full of relief and excitement at the same time.
As the lights dimmed down low, she waited for the band to come on that opened for him. “We missed them. We didn’t have time for both of them. Are you to terribly disappointed?”
“No. I couldn’t be disappointed.”
With a bang the lights came on. The music was blaring. She felt herself full of eagerness. She stared at the stage as the reason they were there made his way out. He reached for the mic and started. Taylor listened to him sing song after song but thought about riding Damien’s big green tractor came to mind.
“Interesting. I just happen to have one in Montana. It’s not far from here for me you know.” He teased her.
“And miss this, I don’t think so. Now after the show if you wanna do a little blink and take me there, I’m game.”
“Oh Sweet, you’re not getting out of later. I know what you’re up to. The show is only an hour and half, watch it.”
He knew exactly what she was trying to pull. She didn’t even know why. She only assumed again it was the fear of the unknown and Liz’s text messages playing with her.
As her favorite song began to play she was amazed. She was so tuned into the artist and his God given voice she had completely forgotten that Damien stood next to her. She stared at his holey jeans and wondered if he too was like that of her favorite book. Immediately she thought he must have one lucky wife. If he could move like that on the stage, imagine what he could move like other places as well.
When she heard a growl next to her, she turned smiling softly. Her way of apologizing and hopefully it would work. It must have because Damien turned his head back towards the stage. So she didn’t dwell on the fact that she had been thinking intimate thoughts of another man, while her man read her every thought.
“Ladies and Gentleman this song goes out to a very special friend of mine. He once helped me get my start and without my man Damien, I wouldn’t be where I am. Taylor you have yourself a good one. Hang on and enjoy the ride, Girl!”
The crowd erupted as a the female feat to the next song came out on stage. The music started and why it took Taylor so long to figure out what was happening she had no idea. Maybe it was because her favorite country artist and her boyfriend were friends, or maybe it was because he had told her to hang on and enjoy the ride.
Damien grabbed her by the waist and spun her into his arms. While the crowd continued to scream, hoot and holler, Damien began to move. He pressed his hips into hers in beat with the music. Taylor however really didn’t care about the sound around them only the erection she felt pushing against her.
“Many more to come Sweet.” His lips were on hers, fading out the music that was distantly in her ears. The thrusting of his tongue into her mouth made her feel as if they were alone. Not that she cared. She would let him kiss her like that anywhere and anytime he felt like it.
Song after song played. She danced, she sang and she enjoyed being there with him. When the show was over, Damien led her back to the limo. Never in a million years would she have thought she was glad to be leaving a concert.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy it. She just wanted to be alone with her man and enjoy him. His touch. She wanted him.
Chapter Eleven
“You look excited Damien. What do you have up your sleeve? Should I be worried?” She urged for an answer. For some weird and trying reason she felt a spasm of panic rushing through her body.
“What if I told you, I was about to make all of your fantasies come true tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow night?”
“I’d say we are only here for the weekend and there is no way you could do that. You may be able to do many great things, but unless time altering is one of them, it’s not possible.”
His laughter was exhilarating. Nerve calming and contagious.
“Oh my Sweet. You have no idea.” His laugh was devilish. Taylor was nervous about where he was taking her to but at the same time, enthusiastically and impatiently waiting.
“You mean you can control time?”
“Nope.”
“So why didn’t you just ‘Scotty Beam Me Up’ to where ever you’re taking me? Wouldn’t that be a lot quicker and give us more time to whatever you plan on doing?”
Immediately he erupted in laughter. “I will forever think of that each time I ‘Scotty Beam Me Up’.” She was beginning to wonder if he was going to be able to finish what he was saying for all the hilarity apparently.
The car slowed. Taylor looked around nervously. “We aren’t in Denver anymore Dorthy.” She says comically looking out the window. She looked at the large building resembling a warehouse and if it wasn’t for the Neon Green flashing light “If You Dare” flashing above the door, that is what she would have assumed.
Damien opened the door and waited for her to take his hand and stepped out. She glanced from the building to him and back to the building. Hesitating tremendously. Now that she was there, she was surprisingly reluctant to get out.
Her hand trembled as she placed it in his but she still sat there staring at the building. She couldn’t find the will power to move. “I didn’t want to do this but you leave me no choice. I fear by the time you get out of the car it will be the wee hours of the morning.”
He smiled and a feeling of warmth covered her. Calming her. She instantly stood. He moved behind her. His hands gripped her hips. Then without moving his hands he moved to the side of her. “Shall we?” He knew damn well that was a yes.
She took a deep breath as the door opened meeting a man. The music blared. People were dancing, drinking and having what appeared to be a wonderful time. Her inner self laughed almost hysterically as it called her a chicken shit. Why was she so scared was beyond her.
She turned watching as Damien was handed something at the door and then came to her. “Let me see your wrist Sweet.” She inspected the white band he clasped to her wrist.
“Uh. Thank You.” She didn’t know what else to say. It was plain and plastic. What was there to say?
“Now, here’s mine.” He held up a gold band to Taylor waiting for her to take it from him. What the hell am I supposed to do with this? “Fasten the band to my wrist.” Still totally confused she took the bracelet and placed it on his wrist then, stared at him waiting for an explanation as to why they were wearing what looked like 25 cent bracelets. Her thought sent a devilish smile to his lips which only caused her to react.
“I am so glad I could be your entertainment for the night.” Her mood had changed to a serious one.
“That’s where you have it wrong Sweet. I am your entert
ainment for the night. I have one request. No irrelevant questions tonight.” Irrelevant. What kind of questions are irrelevant? “Taylor, please.”
“Fine. But I don’t understand this the least little bit.” She looked down at her bracelet, over at his, and then back at him. Again he only smiled grabbing her waist and nodding towards the tables. They sat down and immediately a waitress was there.
“What can I get you?” She waited for him wondering what he was going to order for her.
“Cranberry and Vodka.”
“Is that all?” She asked.
“For now.” He continued to look at her.
“Are you trying to get me drunk Vamp?” She whispered across the table at him.
“Tipsy. Not drunk. After all, I need you alert and responsive. Not passed out or worse.”
“What could be worse than passed out?”
“Puking your guts up. Vomit has never been my thing.” He made a face. This time she was hit with a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Hilarious. You can drink blood but you can’t handle vomit! Oh I never would have thought.
She laughed so hard her muscles in her abdomen began cramping, causing her to slowly take a deep breath and relax.
“Interesting. I am pleased to be your entertainment for the night.” He mocked her words but she didn’t care at this moment. Finally the shoe had been reversed and she liked it.
That waitress returned with her drink, sitting it down in front of her. She sipped not ever tasting this particular mix before. She found the initial taste shocking but delightful to her taste buds. The movement of the waitresses hand to Damien caught her attention and she watched the woman hand him a key and smile. “Enjoy.” Was all she said as she walked away.
“Enjoy?”
“You will.”
Pretty confident in yourself there. What makes you think I will?
He growled and she found it rather amusing that he was showing some irritation. “I guess it isn’t so wonderful hearing my thoughts after all huh?”
“Oh no. You misunderstand. I’m not irritated with your thoughts. Just you nursing that drink of yours. Drink so I can order you another.”
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