Patrick studied Amy’s face with a grave expression. “I assume you mean Hunter?”
“When I woke up on the couch he was there... I would like to thank him. He seemed nice.”
“Amy, Hunter is Anna Belle’s father.”
Amy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Her fucking father?” Her voice was shriller than she would have liked.
“Yes. I thought you knew.”
“How would I know that? I didn’t even know your first name until a few minutes ago.” She jumped out of bed in anger. “Where are my clothes at?”
“Why are you mad at me?”
It was a good question.
“I’m just- it- it’s the whole situation.” Amy felt a sudden urgency to get away from the house. “I need time to think.”
“Are you sure you’re not pissed because your knight in shining armor turned out to be Anna Belle’s father?” Patrick’s face was cold and his words hinted at danger.
Amy was beyond feeling threatened by him.
“Pay me now.” She wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but money was the one element she had control over. “I want my money and a bonus for the shit I’ve had to put up with.”
Patrick’s eyes never left hers as he picked up a pair of pants off of a side table. He pulled out a billfold and several crisp one hundred dollar bills.
He held them out to Amy, but when she reached for them he pulled his hand away. She reached for the money again and he grabbed her wrist.
“How bad do you want it?” he asked.
“Fuck you.”
Patrick laughed and handed her the money. After a moment of hesitation she took it.
Amy knew that she should leave, but she felt planted to the floor. A burning intensity radiated throughout Patrick. It drew her in and consumed her like a moth to the flame.
Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. Amy felt hot and rabid. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill Patrick or fuck him.
Without counting the money, she grabbed Patrick’s trench coat off of a chair and put it on. She shoved the money into a pocket and wrapped the coat around her. She turned to leave, when Patrick grabbed her sleeve and spun her around.
“Tell me you don’t love me,” he said.
Amy blinked. It was the last thing she had expected to hear him say.
“In truth… I don’t know.”
Her feelings about Patrick were confused and disorganized. One minute he was the cure to everything that ailed her, the next he was the source of all her troubles. The more she thought about him the murkier her feelings became.
Patrick nodded. “You’re not going to look for Hunter, are you?”
“Would it bother you if I did?”
She knew it would, but she needed to hear him say it. Hunter seemed like an inviting alternative, at least until she’d learned he was Anna Belle’s father.
A mischievous side of her thought making a conquest of Hunter would be all the sweeter, knowing that it would drive Anna Belle insane. It would suit her right. Hunter was handsome and considerate. Amy wondered how he managed to raise a daughter as crazy as Anna Belle.
Patrick released her coat, snapping Amy back from her thoughts.
“No,” he said stubbornly. “Go.”
His jaw tensed and his normally full lips were set in a straight, rigid line. He looked like an angry child.
Amy laughed. “Are you going to pout?”
Patrick sighed and began to protest. Thinking better of it, he took her hand gently. His features softened. The glint returned to his eyes. His face seemed younger, almost boyishly cute. It was a stark contrast to the classically handsome man she’d encountered on their first fateful meeting.
“It’s been a long day. Whatever you choose to do…” He hesitated. “I’ll accept. I’ll see that you’re taken care of.”
For a split second Amy wondered what ‘fully taken care of,’ meant. Staring down at his nude muscular frame stretched out on the bed, it hardly seemed to matter. In fact, her mind painted a dirtier picture of the implications of his promise.
Amy took off her coat and let it drop to the floor. She put one knee on the bed and crawled towards Patrick.
“You’ll take care of me?” she asked in a low kittenish voice.
His only response was to brush the hair out of her face and behind her ear.
Amy kissed his chest. He smelled of sweat and sex. It conjured images of naked bodies intertwined in a frenzied orgy.
Amy was suddenly hit with the understanding of how hard it would be to walk away from Patrick, if and when the time came.
Now, it didn’t matter. She lived for his striking eyes athletic frame.
Amy bit Patrick lightly. He winced playfully, making Amy laugh.
She ran her tongue over his nipple, then took it between her teeth and pulled gently. Patrick breathed in sharply. He ran his fingers through her hair and twirled it around his fingers.
“Does it hurt?” he asked. “When I…”
Amy smiled and shook her head. “No, it feels wonderful.”
He took her chin and lifted her face towards him. His lips met hers with a soft and easy touch. It felt intimate in a way Amy had never been intimate with a man before.
“Tell me you don’t-” he began again.
Amy kissed him hard, smothering his words. She didn’t want to talk about love. She couldn’t think about it right now.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid to the side, pulling him over on top of her.
Patrick’s cock was hard. It throbbed with desire.
Amy spread her legs. His cock entered her slowly in a measured, delicate move. He stared deeply into her eyes. It pleased him to see her face twist in pleasure.
He began to move faster. Amy groaned as she felt her second orgasm that night build up inside her. Patrick’s thick cock hit her in all the right places.
She dug her nails into his hard biceps. She hadn’t meant to scratch him, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Tell me,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me…” he repeated the phrase over and over.
He began fucking her harder.
She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him between her thighs.
He crashed into her again and again. Amy hoped it would never end, but even through the rapture of her climax, his words haunted her.
Finally, she cried out, “Yes,” just as she came.
“Yes?” he asked out of breath.
“Yes, I love you.”
5
Amy watched the dark and white liquid swirl together in the glass. She smiled as the milk dissolved into the coffee. Patrick liked the overpowering sweetness of the breast milk best of all.
She tapped the spoon on the edge of the glass and turned around to take the coffee mug into his private home office. As she headed down the hall the sound of murmuring voices stopped her in her tracks.
Amy pressed her ear to a closed door. She could just make out the sound of a man and woman arguing. She strained to hear them, but couldn’t make out what they were saying.
A sudden shrill scream of frustration made Amy jump. She recognized the petulant whiny voice immediately: Anna Belle.
Amy headed down the hall quickly. The last thing she wanted was another confrontation, but before she could duck into a room the door behind her opened.
Anna Belle marched out into the hall. Amy stopped, took a breath, and turned to face her.
Anna Belle’s eyes burned with fury, but what surprised Amy was the sight of Hunter behind her.
“Amy,” he said. His voice was friendly and charming, with a hint of an accent.
Amy smiled. Her mind reeled. She didn’t think Anna Belle would attack her in front of her father, but Amy knew she was seething with rage.
“Hunter!” Amy greeted him as if they were old friends. She knew it would drive Anna Belle crazy.
Hunter pushed past his daughter. When he reached Amy he took her hand between his and broug
ht it to his lips. His soft lips met her flesh in one smooth delicate motion.
Butterflies fluttered around in Amy’s stomach. Hunter had an old-fashioned charm you didn’t see in men today.
“You’re better, sweetheart?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Amy peeked over Hunter’s shoulder at Anna Belle. She was watching the conversation like a predator sizing up its prey.
“You were so gentle with me.”
Amy added an inflection to her voice to make it sound like she was implying something more. She knew Anna Belle would hate it and, in truth she was turned on by Hunter.
Before Patrick had whisked her away to a private room, she had shared an intimate moment with Hunter. It lasted minutes, but she kept replaying it in her head.
Hunter smiled enigmatically. He had a few wrinkles around his eyes and laugh lines around his mouth, but it only added character to his face. For a moment, Anna Belle and Patrick were completely forgotten.
“It’s my pleasure to help a lady in need.”
Before releasing her hand, Hunter slipped Amy a small white paper. He winked and turned to Anna Belle. She was poised to say something, but Hunter grabbed her elbow and led her down the hallway and out the door before she could open her mouth.
As soon as they were out of sight Amy unfolded the paper. The letter H was written in cursive above a phone number.
Amy crushed the paper in her fist. She looked around nervously. The thought of meeting with Hunter made her heart race, but what about Patrick? In the heat of the moment, she had confessed to loving him, but did she really?
Amy felt ashamed of herself for being attracted to Hunter. She was still receiving money from Patrick for providing her unique, ‘service.’ Somehow this made her feel better about seeking out Hunter. After all, her relationship with Patrick was still largely professional, and he’d never said that he loved her.
Amy sighed. She knew it was a tangled web full of rationalizations and bad excuses, but this was the first time in her life that she’d had any man, let alone, two, fighting for her attention.
Amy opened her hand and straightened out the paper. The cursive H stared up at her.
“It couldn’t hurt to let him take me out to dinner,” she said out loud to the empty hallway.
In fact, she thought, I’ll invite him to dinner to thank him for looking out for me. Resolved to see him again, Amy slid Hunter’s number into her pocket and headed for Patrick’s office.
~
“Yes, yes… Mr. King…” Amy’s voice rose high as she climaxed.
Patrick sucked greedily on her breast while fingering her clit.
Amy pulled him close, smothering him. She felt a sharp pinch as he sucked the last remaining drops of milk from her.
She released him and he fell back into his seat, exhausted.
Patrick licked his lips as he watched Amy button her top and straighten her skirt. She smiled down at him and bit her lip.
“I should be heading out now,” she said.
“Out where?”
Amy suddenly felt nervous. She’d arranged for Hunter to come over to her house for dinner. She wasn’t sure what would happen between them, (if anything) but she thought it was wise to keep her options open.
“Home.”
Amy turned her back and began to walk away, when Patrick grabbed her arm. He spun her around to face him.
“You don’t have to run off.”
Actually, she did. She was running late. Amy kissed him quickly, then stepped away. “You’ve had a long, hard day. You should rest.”
Patrick took her hand as she tried to slip away and pulled her close. “I don’t want to rest, I want you.”
Amy felt her temper flare. She hadn’t mentioned seeing Hunter and Anna Belle in the house earlier. She thought it was best to avoid all discussion of Hunter, but the fact that Anna Belle had been in the house with Patrick drove Amy crazy. He hadn’t mentioned a word of it.
Amy understood that she was being paid for these ‘sessions’ but Patrick was acting greedy. The more she thought about sneaking off to meet Hunter the better she felt about it. In fact, it might be a good thing if Patrick found out about her date with Hunter. He could use a little humility.
It was a dangerous gamble though. What if Patrick decided she wasn’t worth fighting for? The idea of two men fighting over her made her blush.
Amy shook her head. She doubted either man would fight for her. On the other hand, Patrick had become extremely territorial when he saw Amy with Hunter at the party, so anything was possible.
“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.
“Hmm?”
“You’re all red.”
“Nothing. I’m not feeling well. It’s best I go home.”
Patrick looked deep into her eyes. They burned with an intensity that gave Amy the chills. If anything could convince her to stay, it was his captivating gaze.
Patrick released her hand and stepped towards her. He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. “Get some rest.”
Amy smiled and turned to leave. Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, he called out to her. She froze. Why did she feel like a fugitive? She was free to do what she wanted, whenever she wanted. Amy turned, prepared to tell Patrick off.
“You forgot this.” He held out a check. She took it and nearly fainted when she saw the amount.
“It’s more than we agreed on,” he said, somewhat shyly.
“I’ll say,” Amy muttered.
“Well, have fun with it.”
Amy watched him closely. He seemed nervous. It wasn’t a side of him she was used to seeing. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Then, she folded her check, placed in her pocket, and left for her dinner with Hunter.
~
Hunter was waiting for her when she pulled into her driveway. Feeling suddenly shy, Amy approached him slowly. His face lit up at the sight of her. Amy felt her spirits rise.
He met her halfway to her front door and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth. The kiss wasn’t exactly intimate, but it wasn’t strictly friendly either.
“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward.” Hunter held up a bottle of wine.
“No, that’s perfect. Let’s go inside and open it.”
As Amy struggled to open the bottle, she glanced up at Hunter. He’d removed his coat and rolled his shirt sleeves to the elbow. His shirt stretched tightly across strong, lean muscles.
Amy bit her lip. All thoughts and concerns about Patrick were forgotten.
“Let me help you with that.”
Hunter took the bottle from her and pulled on the cork. Amy watched his hard biceps tense and strain. She was overcome with the urge to push him against the kitchen counter and have her way with him. She had to stop herself; making the first move made her nervous.
With a loud ‘pop’ the cork came out of the bottle. He poured the red wine into two glasses and offered her one. Hunter watched her closely as she sipped the rich drink.
“So…” he said.
“So…” she mimicked him. They both laughed at the awkwardness of the moment.
“Oh shit,” Amy said, “I’m supposed to be making dinner.”
She’d completely forgotten that she’d invited Hunter over for a meal. Amy had been so swept away by the idea of alone time with Hunter that she hadn’t planned on cooking. Her refrigerator was largely empty.
Hunter laughed. “No worries. We’ll figure something out.”
His voice had a slight lilt to it, that implied more than Amy was capable of processing at the moment. She took a big sip of wine and put the glass down.
“Should we order in?”
Amy began to walk towards the phone. As she passed Hunter he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her heart raced. He rested his hands on her hips.
“What’s the rush?”
His mouth was an inch from her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Amy turned towards him so that t
hey were face to face. She wanted him to kiss her, but he hesitated. Was he nervous? she wondered. Or was he teasing?
Something inside of Amy snapped. She didn’t want to be the girl that was always waiting for something good to happen to her. The new Amy would take what she wanted and make her own happiness.
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