Boxer Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  “Golf? Oh, I have played, but I’m really not that into it. My dad loves it, though. He used to drag me to play it every Sunday when I was a kid. For some reason, it was his way of having strong father-daughter time.”

  “Well, that is an important thing to get. It’s not always easy for fathers to relate to daughters on their own level, so we reach out at anything we can possibly think of to bond over. It’s rarely successful, but daughters need to be aware that we are trying and that they should love us for it.”

  Angela smiled at Richard, “I guess I never really thought of it that way, but I do hate the game. It’s too much walking around and accomplishing nothing.”

  “You just have to appreciate the quiet nature of the game. It’s really more about communing with nature than anything else, I think.”

  “Maybe, I’ll give it a shot sometime. I have to go, but it was great seeing you again.”

  “Sure thing. Let’s get together this week some night. I’m not taking no for an answer; no excuses,” Richard said with a smile.

  Angela shook her head. The man was impossible and she loved that about him. That was the kind of persistence she was looking for.

  “Okay, it’s a date.”

  “Great. I’ll say hi to your dad when I see him,” Richard said.

  “When will that be?”

  “In about two hours on the golf course,” Richard said with a wink as he walked away.

  Angela felt strange suddenly. She wondered if anything about her would come up during the golf game and who else might be in on this game. She knew that it shouldn’t matter; after all, she was a grown woman and if she wanted to allow Richard Kane to pursue her then that was her own business, but for some reason, she felt like she was doing something naughty that her father was going to punish her for.

  Of course, his punishment typically meant he would lecture her to death. She was surprised her own father had not become a lawyer. Not only did he have the analytical brain for it and the innate ability to tell when anyone was not being completely truthful about something, but he could talk and talk about a simple topic until you were so sick of hearing it that you would say whatever he wanted just to get him to shut the hell up.

  As Angela walked back to the locker room she thought about Naomi and how she was going to blow up if she knew about her and Richard. It was not going to be a pretty scene and it was possible she might lose a friendship over it—at least initially—but she had decided it was worth it. It was not worth it because she was already falling in love with Richard, but it was worth it because she knew that this was not anyone else’s business and no one really had the right to be upset about it. Especially Naomi. Her father could do what he wanted and Angela could do what she wanted. If Naomi was willing to dissolve their friendship over something so silly then that was just her problem. Angela was tired of thinking about it and worrying. Besides, it was still too early to tell what was going to happen with it all.

  She kept using the term ‘falling in love’ when she thought about Richard. Was it true? Did she really feel that way? She still hardly knew the man in that way, but with what she already knew and the way she had found herself becoming fixated on him over the past few years, it really didn’t feel that fast. She felt like it was something that was slowly brewing for quite some time and now it was ready. This was the time to experience the love that was possible for the two of them to feel.

  But did Richard feel the same way? That was a different story. He was naturally flirty and full of confidence so it was tough to tell when he was being seductive intentionally or when he was being himself, which was also very seductive—he probably wasn’t even really aware of it.

  Angela finished her shower and changed back into her street clothes. Then she went to the mall to do some shopping; that always took her mind off things.

  And that was exactly what she needed now.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  “Oh, this tortellini is the best. It is simply to die for,” Robert Walters said as he finished his dish. He pushed back from the table and held back a burp until he was satisfied.

  Angela was only mildly grossed out, but she was pretty much used to this. They were eating dinner at Da Vinci’s—her father’s favorite Italian—and so far everything had been going pretty smoothly. Her mother was prattling on about this engagement and that engagement that she presently had in the works and how well the new fragrance was doing that they had just launched. It had been her idea and her pet project. Robert had been a bit hesitant to make the slight leap from fashion to fragrance, but he left Jane in charge of it and it had been a fairly successful launch.

  Angela was a bit shocked that her father and mother had asked her to dinner on a Sunday night, especially at the last minute, but it turns out the Guernsey’s were suddenly unavailable due to some illness in the family and they’d had to rush out of town. Angela felt pretty certain that was a total crock and she had a feeling her parents knew it too, but it was rather unspoken. The Guernsey’s had been their closest neighbors in all the years they had resided in Manhattan. Angela knew them quite well. They were nice people, but they were in fact painfully boring as hell. But for some reason, every so often her parents felt the need to have dinner with them. It was very odd.

  “It was very good. I usually don’t care for tortellini, but I thought this was splendid,” Angela’s mother said.

  “I’m surprised you ate any pasta. Aren’t you totally averse to carbs, mom?” Angela asked. She loved to kid her mother about her constant inability to stick to any one diet. She was always on some new diet plan and after a week or two she would chuck it for another flavor of the month weight loss plan that was destined to work. Of course, her mother was barely a size six and didn’t need to lose weight unless she wanted to disappear, but it was true that once a model—always a model. At least in the mind. Her mother still ate like she was getting ready for a big photoshoot.

  Angela wondered if she would have to start monitoring every ounce of food that went into her mouth soon. Nick had called her earlier and told her that one of the agencies he did work for loved her pictures. They felt that there was something raw and pure in her that they had not really seen before and they knew that she could be a new up-and-coming talent. Angela had almost wet herself with joy. She instantly phoned Richard who offered his congratulations. It felt so sweet to have his approval and she thanked him profusely for setting it all up. If it hadn’t been for him then she never would have taken the plunge.

  Now she just had to break the news to her parents.

  “So, you played some golf today, dad?” Angela asked. She figured that talking about her father’s greatest passion might be a good lead in.

  “That I did.”

  “How did you do?”

  “Not bad, not bad.”

  “How did you know I played today?”

  “Oh, I ran into Richard Kane at the country club this morning and he mentioned you guys were playing.”

  “Oh, yeah. I meant to talk to you about him,” Robert said.

  “Yes?” Angela asked nervously.

  “I think he has designs on you,” Robert replied.

  “What? What are you talking about?” Angela asked.

  “Robert, don’t go jumping to conclusions,” Jane added.

  “I’m not. The man tells me today when we were playing golf that he helped Angela get a modeling portfolio together. The only time that man goes out of his way to help a beautiful, young woman out like that is when he is interested in her romantically.”

  “That’s preposterous. You can’t judge something like that,” Angela said.

  “Are you denying that he is interested in you?”

  Angela was quiet a moment. She figured it was now or never.

  “So what if he is?” Angela asked.

  “Angela, surely you can’t be serious,” her mother began.

  “It’s disgraceful,” her father chimed back in.

  “Why? Why is it disg
raceful? What is wrong with it? He likes me and I like him.”

  “The man is my age. That is very strange, don’t you think?” Robert asked.

  “No, I don’t think it’s strange at all. He’s an attractive and successful man who seems to think that I am very special.”

  “He thinks all beautiful women are special.”

  “You really don’t know him as well as you think you do.”

  “Really? So he really thinks you have what it takes to be a model?” her father asked.

  “Yes. As a matter of fact he does and so do I. And so does Nick the photographer Richard introduced me to and Madeline Cale.”

  “Madeline Cale? What are you talking about?” Robert asked.

  “Nick sent my pictures to The Cale Group and Madeline responded back that they are very interested in me. That’s right—they loved my pictures.”

  “Well, honey that is great. I am very happy for you,” Jane said.

  “What about you, dad? Are you happy for me too? Are you eating your words about now?” Angela said. The anger was really welling up deep inside of her now.

  “I’m happy for you too,” Robert said. “That is terrific news.”

  “I don’t believe you. All my life I’ve dreamed of being a model and you both steered me clear of it. You would never even let me speak about it growing up. Why? Did you not think I was good enough?”

  “It’s not that; we knew that you could be anything you wanted to be. You have the brains and the beauty to conquer the world, sweetie,” Robert said.

  “Then why? Why did you refuse to ever give me this chance?”

  “We were trying to protect you. This business chews people up and spits them out. It’s not the type of environment we wanted you to become a part of,” Jane said. “I’ve been there; I know what it’s like. We wanted something better for you.”

  “I don’t believe it. You never thought for a moment to let me make that decision for myself?”

  “We wanted what was best for you. We love you and like your mother says we were trying to keep you safe,” Robert said.

  “I could understand that when I was a child, but not now. When I grew up, when I turned eighteen you wouldn’t hear of it then either. You just dismissed it anytime I thought of it until I had almost forgotten about the dream entirely. Until Richard Kane revived it in me.”

  “I don’t want you to see that man romantically,” Robert said. “He is a womanizer. He will throw you aside when he gets bored with you. Just wait and see.”

  “He is one of your closest friends. How can you think so lowly of him?” Angela asked.

  “He is a good friend to us. We’re not impressionable young girls that he is trying to woo into bed.”

  “That’s ridiculous. I know his history. I know that he has a reputation, but I also know that people like to form opinions of others to make themselves feel better and they are hardly ever fully accurate. I am old enough to decide what goals I pursue and I am old enough to decide what man I want.”

  Angela threw down her napkin and stormed out of the restaurant. She didn’t want to make a scene but she wasn’t able to keep her voice down to a low level anymore and it was going to end up a huge embarrassment if it went on any further. She really wished she had waited until she got the two of them alone, but she didn’t want to go back home with them and with her having her own place now she realized it might not be something that could happen anytime soon.

  The air outside had an instant calming effect on her and she took several large, deep breaths. She felt the sudden urge for a cigarette and dismissed it quickly. She had not picked up a nasty cigarette since she was eighteen and she didn’t intend to break her streak now. It had been silly to give into peer pressure when she was fifteen and while there were a lot of worse things she could have become addicted to, she hated every single time she put one of those cancer sticks in her mouth. But during times of great stress, she found herself wishing for one and the calmness that followed a good smoke.

  She hailed the first cab she could and gave the cabbie her address. As she rode in silence, ignoring the cab driver’s lame attempts at conversation, she thought about the heated exchange between her and her parents at the restaurant. She would probably call them later tonight or in the morning and they would smooth things over.

  It was easy to understand where they were coming from on both counts, but the way her father said things—as if she was a little girl and she was going to be sent to her room if she didn’t do exactly as he said—set her off and she found the rage overwhelming. It had always been that way between them. Any time she had decided to step up and place a limit or a boundary to the level of control she was going to let her parents have over her it was a bit of a power struggle. She didn’t know if it was normal or if it was just something unique that her family did. Her friend’s had much worse relationships with their parents, so she assumed that she was actually pretty lucky. But it was still very difficult at times.

  The second she walked through her door she grabbed herself a vodka tonic and sat down to rest. It was funny the way that stepping into her house really was like stepping into a sanctuary where all of her problems just melted away.

  She was in that very chair that she was now sitting in when she had received the phone call that was possibly going to change her life. Nick had phoned her to say that Madeline would be calling her in the next day or two and they were going to talk about their interest in her and the portfolio.

  She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to sleep that night. The excitement that was coursing through her veins was non-stop adrenaline. It was the type of giddiness that one might feel on their wedding day or the night of the big Prom date. She had replayed the conversation with Nick over and over in her mind. She didn’t think that it would ever leave her.

  She wished that Richard had been there with her. Being with him would have made it all so complete. She wanted him so badly. The way he made her feel was too intense for words and despite what her parents said, she knew who he was much better than they did. She could see behind the man’s disguise that he wore to present to the outside world.

  Ten minutes later Angela found herself sitting in her Jacuzzi upstairs. She loved to end the day with a nice drink and a hot Jacuzzi bubble bath. It had been calling her name all evening and now it was definitely hitting the spot. If only Richard had been there to hit all the other spots…

  She thought about calling him. She glanced at her phone and just wondered what he would think if she called him up and invited him over for a hot Jacuzzi bubble bath. She doubted he would turn her down.

  Oh, it was so tempting and inviting, but she couldn’t do it. She would no doubt lose all control and just surrender to him. She really wanted the time to be right. As she thought more about it, she realized perhaps for the first time, that she didn’t want to lose it to anyone but the person she was married to. It was really old-fashioned thinking and she was not at all opposed to premarital sex for moral or religious reasons, but she loved the romance of it. She loved the idea that she belonged to just one person—mind, body, and soul. Was Richard Kane that person? She hoped so. She found herself constantly dreaming of it happening. She wanted everything to get better and better between the two of them.

  The next morning Angela awoke with the burning thought in her mind that she had to tell Richard the decision she had made. She had never told anyone that she was a virgin and now that she had actually decided to wait until marriage, she couldn’t string Richard along like that. He had to know and she had to know if he saw enough of a future in what they had to wait and continue to pursue this relationship knowing that it may never have full physical fulfillment.

  It was just after seven in the morning, but she figured that he was up. A man like Richard was probably already doing business. He didn’t strike her as the type of man who slept in very long. She admired his commitment to the important things in his life; it was one of the sexiest things about him. Even i
f he was not rich and powerful, just seeing the passion that he had for anything he did and the desire to reach his goals was a very attractive quality. Angela had always been turned on by such things in a man.

  “Hello?” Richard answered. He sounded slightly out of breath and for a moment Angela thought the worst, but then she heard traffic in the background.

  “Richard?” Angela asked.

  “Hey, how’s it going? Strange hearing from you this early,” Richard said.

  “Is this a bad time?”

  “No, I’m just out for my morning jog. I could use a quick break.”

  Angela felt a sigh of relief and she instantly felt stupid for thinking that Richard might be in the middle of carnal pleasure with someone else. But then again, even if he was they had not committed to being in a relationship with each other yet anyway. She hoped that would change soon.

  “I was hoping we could have dinner tonight? I really need to speak with you,” Angela said.

  “Sure. Why don’t you come over to my place at seven? I’ll have my butler whip up something fabulous. We will make a great night of it.”

  “Okay, that sounds good.”

  “Great. I’ll see you then, beautiful.”

  “Okay,” Angela said as she ended the call. She loved it when he called her beautiful. She knew she was very attractive and the fact that she was on the budding cusp of a career in modeling was really solidifying that, but hearing that from his mouth always made her blush.

  She took several deep breaths as she got out of bed. Richard was already up at this ungodly hour and he was finishing a jog. It had been a while since she had been jogging. It used to be something that she did all the time, but as her college years went on and she became more and more comfortable with sleeping in, she decided that she didn’t care for it anymore.

  But that was about to change. Knowing that she might have a real chance in realizing her dreams of being a top model she had to start to adopt the lifestyle and habits of a model. She was not concerned with being anorexic and having the scrawny eating-disorder-look that used to be popular, but she could be a bit more toned and maybe drop a few pounds. Too many parties and too much champagne could really wreak havoc on your body if you didn’t pay attention to it.