by Dani Lovell
I smile, he's so gorgeous!
My nausea is already subsiding as I pull back the duvet and swing my legs out of the bed. How unusual, I'm normally hideously ill with a hangover, until at least after breakfast. Maybe Daniel put some magic in my tea. Maybe it's just Daniel. I slowly make the bed before strolling into the steamy bathroom. Daniel has run me the most fabulous looking bubble-bath, it's so inviting, and I step right in. I sigh as I sink into the hot, soothing water. I close my eyes, rest my head on the back of the bath and take a long, deep breath. Bliss.
"Hey, baby. Is the bath ok?" I open my eyes and Daniel is standing next to the bath in nothing but boxers. He looks delicious.
"Yes, Daniel, it's perfect, thank you. Want to join me?"
He grins, "I really do. Can I?"
"Of course, please do."
"I'll sit behind you," he says as he takes off his boxers, so I sit forwards.
He sinks into the water and I slide backwards in between his legs. It's a deceptively big bath. I lean back against his chest and he wraps his arms around me. Oh, wow. This is even more amazing, a hot bubble-bath with my favourite Californian hunk.
"Relax, baby," he says as he kisses my hair.
"Mmm, this is wonderful. You know exactly what to do, Daniel."
"Just lucky guessing."
"You were made for me," I say as I run my hands along his thighs either side of me.
"And you for me, baby. I refuse to believe that you can't be mine."
I smile. "Well, if you figure it out, I'll be waiting."
"I will figure it out, somehow."
We lay together in the bath until our fingers are pruney and the bubbles have dissolved. I turn to face Daniel to wash my hair so I don't cover his face with shampoo. I didn't realise it was quite so interesting, he watches me intently. I position my feet in the spaces at either side of his waist, and arch back, lowering my hair under the water to rinse off the foam. I feel Daniel's hand slowly glide between my breasts, into the water and over my stomach. He rests on my pubic bone, gently circling my clitoris with his thumb. Whoa!
I raise my head from the water and smile, salaciously at my man. "Daniel..." My voice low, sultry.
"Mmm?" he responds with a raised eyebrow and slight grin.
"You're being naughty and I'm...trying to... ooh...mmm." I can't continue, it feels so good.
"You like it though, baby."
"Uh huh, Mmm, yes. I. Do."
He turns his hand and gently circles my entrance with two fingers. "You can't sit in front of me and arch back like that without expecting me to touch you. You're so beautiful, every inch of you."
"Oh that feels so good. I really do... need to... oh."
Daniel slowly eases his fingers inside me, still circling my clitoris.
"Oh god... oh yes."
"I want to make you come, baby."
"Oh, I want to. Mmm. I... do... hair..." I moan as my head rocks back again, my hair under the water, my eyes closed. He pushes his fingers deeper and picks up speed with his thumb.
"Oh god! Yes, that's so good..." His fingers circle inside me, deeply, he pushes them again and it's incredible. His other hand reaches forward to massage one of my breasts and he squeezes my nipple gently, rolling it between two fingers.
"Oh fuck, Daniel, I'm going to..." Talk about quick! Jesus.
"I want to feel it, baby." I grab hold of his thighs and pull myself towards him, his fingers caressing me masterfully. Jesus Christ, I'm supposed to be washing my hair, not indulging in wild, orgasmic bath pleasure.
"Oh, yes, Daniel, yes... like that..." His hand moves to my other breast and as he pinches my nipple, the waves begin to erupt deep inside me.
"Fuck! Yes! Oh!" I cry as the waves build quickly together to form a magnificent, mind blowing orgasm. Water sloshing everywhere from my writhing, I arch backwards again, moaning.
"I love watching you come. I love feeling it, your hot, sweet body exploding around me. You squeezed my fingers so tightly," he whispers.
"Daniel, how do you do that?" I ask, breathlessly. "You can give me the most amazing orgasms in a matter of seconds."
He smiles, victoriously. "Some people aren't compatible, baby and some are. We just, are. You do the same to me," he says as he pulls my hands from his thighs and kisses them both.
"Now, shall we finish your hair? You want conditioner?"
"Hmm," I groan, my head heavy, my eyes closed. What a hangover cure.
I turn back around and Daniel conditions my hair.
We wrap big white towels around our bodies as we step out of the bath, and walk back into the bedroom together. I'm shocked to see everything I need, laid out for me on the bed. "Where did all of this come from?"
"I told you, my assistant got it."
"Is she superwoman? How did she manage that? How did it get in here?"
"She arrived just before I joined you in the bathroom, I left her to lay it out."
"Wow, thank you, and please thank your assistant."
"Of course, but it is her job to do stuff like this."
"She works for you, not me, so please thank her."
"I will, baby. Is it all ok?"
I stroll over to the bed and look through everything, there's so much more than I asked for, she's even bought me a handbag! It's a gorgeous pale peach, leather bag. Looks expensive. Shit. There's also a small, clear make-up bag containing the few bits I'd asked for, only, it's all designer. Don't get me wrong, I love these brands of make-up, but today, I think Daniel's darling assistant has cost me a flipping fortune.
The jeans look great, hopefully they'll fit, and the white floaty camisole vest is fabulous, provided it doesn't come with a hefty price tag. I open a small paper gift bag containing a pair of white Hanky Pankys and a white lace bra, in my size. My mouth falls open when I see an open shoe box with a beautiful pair of beige, snakeskin flats inside.
"Oh my god, I love these," I say as I pull one out of the box, gasping as I see the name on the shoe. "Holy moly, these are Stella McCartney! Daniel!"
"Is there a problem, baby?" He frowns. I start rummaging around all of the bits on the bed looking for labels. Jesus Christ! The jeans are designer too, love them to death but not exactly twenty quid. I check the handbag. It's Chloe. This bag cost £1000 at the very least.
"Jesus Christ, Daniel, I can't afford all of this! Does she think I'm made of money or something?"
"Don't be silly, Bea. You know I've paid for all of this."
"What? No, Daniel, you're not buying me all of this stuff. I only needed a few cheap bits for today, we could have just gone back to the pool-house to get me a change of clothes for free!"
Daniel looks worried. "Baby, I didn't want to go back to the pool-house. If we decided to go out today, I didn't want to waste any time. I want to treat you, too. You like it, don't you?"
"I do like it, I love it all, Daniel, but it's unnecessary. I don't need you to buy me clothes, I can pay for my own things. Well, unless your assistant decides to spend my money for me."
"I know, Bea, but you needed some things, and I have very little time left to spoil you. I thought I could get you a few bits that you need, plus a few little surprises. I'm sorry if it's upset you, that wasn't my intention."
Ok. Now I feel horrible. His face looks uncertain, and I've just ruined his gift to me.
He strolls over and takes my hands. "Baby, please let me buy these things for you, I really want to." Just be grateful and accept it. Bitch.
"I'm sorry. Thank you, Daniel. I love it all and can't wait to wear it. Thank you, thank you." I kiss his cheek, I still haven't cleaned my teeth. Bleugh.
Daniel smiles at me. "I'd like to spend money on you today, and it's not up for further discussion," he says with a wink.
"Yes, sir! How did she know my size?"
"I told her."
"How do you know?"
"Bea, I touch you, I explore your body. I know what size you are. Plus, I checked your shoes."
"Y
ou're the best. Let's hope it all fits and that you don't have some 'Shallow Hal' syndrome."
Daniel laughs and holds me in a warm, lustful embrace. He leans down and kisses my cheek. "Can I kiss you yet, baby? I've cleaned my teeth..."
"I'd love to, but I still need to clean mine, so no. Where's my toothbrush?"
Daniel looks around the bed and finds it amongst some super-dooper expensive looking toiletries. I look at him, questioningly. "Face cream, face wash... girls stuff, I don't know," he says by way of explanation and shrugs. "By the way, Bea, what fragrance do you wear? I love your smell."
"It's Chloe, funnily enough. Now I am going to smell Chloe and have Chloe hanging from my arm." I grin, excitedly, I'm looking forward to strutting about with my new, mega-money handbag.
"Lucky Chloe! I'm glad you like it," he says. "Now, clean your teeth."
Daniel isn't in the bedroom when I leave the bathroom ten minutes later. My face done, teeth clean and feeling like I didn't even have one drink last night. Remarkable. I remove my towel and put on my new, white underwear and jeans. There's a knock at the door and I automatically cross my hands over my chest to hide my body. I'm not sure why, it's not like Luke would be about to walk in here.
"Bea, it's me," Tilly calls through the door.
"Oh, come in, Til." She walks in looking beautiful in a short, summery floral silk dress. "Wow, you look gorgeous,"
"Thanks! Whoever Daniel's assistant is, I love her!" Tilly replies.
"I can't believe how much Daniel has spent on me, he bought me this bag!" I pick up the Chloe bag and show Tilly.
"Wow, that's gorgeous! It's Chloe! I told him I'd pay for my stuff, it wasn't a lot anyway. He said 'no' and then Luke piped up, wanting to pay for it, but I shoved the cash in his hand anyway. I'm not having either of them buying my shit. I need to borrow this bag at some point, Bea, you know that, don't you?"
I giggle. "Maybe."
"Goody! So, you said in your text last night that you wanted to talk to me?" We both sit on the side of the bed next to my beautiful new shoes, Tilly holding my bag on her lap, stroking it like a kitten.
"Yeah."
"What's up? Everything ok?"
"I'm just having such an amazing time with Daniel. I want to bring him home." I pout and frown.
"I know that feeling, babe. I actually really like Luke."
"You don't say?" I roll my eyes and grin, widely.
"Alright, alright. I'm not in love with him or anything." My face falls and I look down at my hands in my lap. "Oh, doll," Tilly says, putting a gentle hand on my back. "You've fallen, haven't you?"
I nod and turn to look at her, my eyes begging her to tell me what to do.
"That's not such a big surprise, Bea. He's amazing, and you two are so hot together, you can practically see the sparks."
"I don't know what to do, Til. How will I live? I'll be so far away from him, knowing I may never see him again. The thought actually hurts... like physically, hurts, Tilly." I clench my fist and press it into my sternum, as if holding it there will somehow relieve the pain.
"Darling, would you move here?"
I shake my head.
"Bear's?" she asks.
"Yes, and my family, and you and Clare."
"And I assume he can't move to the UK? How about long distance?" She shakes her head and scrunches her nose as soon as she says it, knowing that wouldn't be a viable option.
"Oh, dear. You're in a right old pickle aren't you?"
I sigh, loudly, "Oh, yes I am. But I don't want that to ruin my day today, I have the rest of my life to be miserable. Today, I'm with him."
"Have you told him?"
"Oh god, no! So don't you go blabbing!"
"Of course I won't," Tilly says, rolling her eyes. "Does he love you? Silly question, I think that's obvious."
"Really?" I ask, butterflies flitting in my belly. "He hasn't said anything. I don't think he does. It has only been a week!"
"I think you'd be surprised, Bea. But of course I won't mention it. Luke's taking me somewhere this morning and then I'm taking him back to Gem's for the day, she's making us dinner tonight, but call me if you need me, ok?"
"Ooh! He's socialising with the fam!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's just because I won't see him for another six months or something, don't read into it."
I grin, knowing it's more than that. "Yes, I'll call if I need you. You too, Til, call if you want to chat."
"Oh, I'm fine, babe, you're the one in love."
"Hmm, well have a lovely day, I don't know what's happening later but I imagine I'll stay here, I'd like to."
"Yep, no stress, as long as you're back in time to pack tomorrow. We don't have to be at LAX until about half six, so we have all day."
"Yes, that's great. I'll be back to pack at some stage. I'll see you tomorrow."
We both stand and share a long, welcome hug. "Love you," I say, because I do, I love her so much.
"You too, Bea. I'll look after you."
"Thank you. Now go and have a day of hot sex or whatever it is that you two do." She winks and turns to leave the room with a grin.
I feel better for talking to Tilly, although she hasn't come up with any alternative solutions as to how Daniel and I can be together, she is a huge comfort, and I know she will look after me when I get upset. I have the best friends in the world.
Daniel enters the room as I bend over the bed to pick up the white camisole. "Hey, baby."
I smile at him, he looks gorgeous yet again, in fitted navy shorts and a tan belt. He's teamed it with a white fitted shirt, tucked in with the collar open and sleeves rolled up at the elbows. He's such a well dressed man, I wonder if he wears much other than Ralph Lauren. "You look hot," he says as he approaches me, slipping his hands around my bare waist. I smile and he closes the distance between us to kiss me. It's not just any old peck, he is getting right in there, snogging me passionately and it's delicious. God, I love you.
"Baby, you need to get that top on before I get carried away. Do you need the hair dryer?" he asks, breathlessly, still holding me, running his fingers through my wet hair.
"Yes, please. One more kiss though?" I ask sweetly and he smiles a huge, beautiful smile before kissing me oh-so-tenderly, again.
"Come on baby, less kissing, more hair drying, breakfast is in the kitchen," he says, swatting my behind.
I pout and move away to put my new top on.
"Here's the hair dryer, I'll see you out there, will you be long?" Daniel asks as he puts it down on the bed.
"No, just a few minutes."
Once I've done my hair, I quickly pack all of the essentials into my lovely new handbag, before heading out to the kitchen. A selection of delicious looking food is spread out on the breakfast bar. "Ooh, yum!" I say to Daniel who is sitting, waiting for me.
"I made you tea, come sit and choose what you'd like."
"Thanks, Daniel. Did you get this all sent up?"
"Yes, I thought it'd be quicker and easier." I sit down and put a couple of pancakes on my plate with maple syrup and some strawberries. It's more like a dessert but I love pancakes, and they're so much more delicious in America. I take a sip of my tea, which Daniel has made perfectly again, and start to eat my breakfast. He watches me with a smile on his face.
"Is something funny, Daniel?" I ask when I have finished my mouthful.
"No, baby, not at all. I'm just enjoying how happy you look this morning. You like pancakes, huh?"
"I love pancakes. Thank you for breakfast."
"You're welcome, enjoy," he says as he continues to eat his scrambled eggs and streaky bacon. His looks delicious as well, I fancy eating that, too, I'm ravenous!
"When you're ready, we'll have a few hours out. I wanted to take you to a couple of places, that ok?"
"Sounds good, Daniel. I'm ready to go after this," I say, having another sip of my tea.
Fifteen minutes later, we're making our way down to Daniel's car.
"Thank
you again, for my clothes and everything. I really love it all, Daniel." I clutch my bag and grin from ear to ear as we get into the car.
"You're welcome, again. Stop thanking me and enjoy it. Here..." He hands me a sunglasses case and I open it to find a pair of Ray-Ban aviators.
"I know you like aviators because you have some already so I thought they'd be the safest bet. Are they ok?"
"You bought these for me?"
"We can't go out for a day in LA without sunglasses, baby. Do they fit?"
I put them on and look in the wing mirror, "They're perfect, Daniel. Thank you, you didn't need to."
"I wanted to. Stop thanking me," he says, nonchalantly, whilst lowering the roof. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Shall we go or do you want to do some more kissing?" he asks.
"Don't ask me that question, my answer will always be kissing."
"Oh, really? I'll ask you that tomorrow then, when your plane is about to depart," he grins a conspiratory smile.
"I wish I could canoodle with you on the flight home." I pout, and he leans towards me, cradling my face in his hands and kisses me, softly.
"Me too, baby," he says against my lips, kissing me once more. We pull out onto the road, and Daniel puts on his Ray-Ban wayfarers, they really suit him. "So where are we going?"
"Well, first, I want to show you something."
"Ok," I'm intrigued. I wonder what it is.
As we stop at some lights after a few minutes, Daniel says, "Look up there." He points to the top of a large office building, and I see the words 'Henry Berkeley Inc." in large letters at the top. Wow, I realise now just how huge the company is.
"Your work!"
"Uh huh," he says, pulling into an underground car park, removing his sunglasses and nodding at a security guard, "I thought I'd show you my office," he adds with a huge, cheeky grin and a sly wink.
"Oh! I see!"
He smiles, "Actually, I thought I'd show you where I sit and think of you all day. Is that ok, baby? Or would you rather go somewhere else?"
"No, Daniel! I am really excited to see where you work."
"Really?" He looks surprised.
"Yes! You always seem surprised when I ask about your work, I want to know! It's a huge part of your life. I would also like to have a mental picture of you at work, so when I look at the clock and it's a time you'd be there, I can imagine you, sitting at your desk." I grin.
