by Liv Morris
“Oh.” She turns her attention back to Lucas but I can see her face turning pink. We sit there in silence and watch Lucas play. The bond between the two is visible. Their eyes meet and Lucas waves to us. “Thanks again for the ice cream. Lucas and I really should get going.”
“It was my pleasure Abigail. So I will see you this weekend.” Her eyes are distant. I see her thinking too much again. Will she finally give in?
“Okay fine. Saturday night I can meet you.” Her eyes explore mine but I’m not sure what she’s looking for.
“I’ll come pick you up at seven.” I get up and stand before her. I lean down and kiss her on the cheek. “Can’t wait to see you, again.”
I text Gary and let him know to come get me. While waiting, I call Isabelle, my shopping assistant. I let her know what I need and the exact details of what to do. I end the call and smile to myself. My eyes close briefly as I think about our upcoming date. I want to know her inside and out. The intense feelings are scaring me but I want to see where these feelings will take me.
Chapter 12
Abigail
It’s Friday night and Lucas is out with Heather. I need a girl’s night to clear my mind and prepare myself for my date with Jacob Greene. It’s good to be out and away from being at home. I do miss Lucas but sometimes I just need a few hours to myself and remember I’m a woman, not just a mom.
I told Heather about the date and she was really happy for me. I told her I tried to stay away from him but he kept on popping up. I told her that I was scared and didn’t want Jacob to think that this was a game he could play and once he won, he just leaves without a second thought. Heather kept telling me to have fun but to be on my guard because he was a charmer and I needed to see if he was serious or trying to win another challenge.
Marilyn is sitting across from me at Issa’s, a bar and grill, and won’t stop smiling. It’s not too busy tonight but there are countless men here and they keep trying to buy us drinks. Marilyn brushes them away and ignores them.
“So you going to fill me in?” Marilyn looks at me while sipping on her dirty martini.
I sip my chocolate martini and look down. What’s there to tell? Jacob is constantly texting me. He can’t wait for tomorrow night but I’m a nervous wreck. “I don’t know Mar. I heard him on the phone with that woman, Madison, and I don’t know what to even think.”
She looks at me with a dumbfounded look. “Oooookay so you heard one side of a conversation. Crazy ex? Jealous bitch? Why are you letting this get in the way of your own happiness?” She sips her drink. “It’s obvious the man is crazy about you! Hello! You have a freaking shopping date tomorrow and a day at the freaking spa! Really Abigail? Come on stop being dumb!”
Before I can say anything, Marilyn orders a round of shots. “Marilyn! What are you doing? I can’t get drunk tonight.”
She points her finger in my face. “You listen here Abigail. Stop with your defenses. Let this man in! Take a damn chance!”
The waitress comes over with our shots. We clink our glasses and down the lemon drop shots. Surprisingly the drink goes down smoothly. We order a few more. After an hour of drinking and laughing, I can’t see straight. Oh crap. I don’t want Lucas to see me like this and Marilyn just told me about her plans with Christopher tonight.
“Hey you want us to drop you off,” she slurs when we walk outside.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “I don’t want to get in the way of your nasty love making.” We both burst out laughing. Christopher comes towards us and Marilyn smiles ear to ear. She runs to her husband and jumps in his arms. “Alright I’m off! Bye now.” I head in the other direction. I wobble from side to side and hold on to the wall for support.
Bad idea.
I pull out my phone and dread calling Heather but then a thought hits me.
Jacob.
I hit his number and listen to the phone ring.
“Hello.” Oh his sexy voice.
“Hi,” I weakly say. “Um is there a way you can come get me from Issa’s? It’s right on…”
“I’ll be right there. Go back inside and wait for me Ms. Anderson. Now. Go. Inside. And. Wait. For. Me.”
Before I say anything he hangs up. “Uh oh. A pissed off Jacob isn’t fun.”
I head back to Issa’s and sit at the bar. I ask for a glass of water and try to steady myself. No more drinking. Ever.
The chills on my body come alive. He’s here. I can feel him near me. His breath comes across my face. “Abigail.”
I’m too afraid to turn around. I can tell by his voice he is mad. Oh fuck me now.
He takes my hand and pulls me off the bar stool. I still can’t look at him. “Let’s go Ms. Anderson.”
Why doesn’t he call me Abigail? I mean it sounds prettier than Ms. Anderson. “My name is Abigail!” I pull my arm away but Jacob grabs it back and leads me out of the bar. I look at him but can’t read what he’s feeling. I lean in closer to him. He smells so good. Body wash and all man. He opens the door to the SUV and I see Gary winking at me in the mirror. “Hi Gary.”
“Ms. Anderson. Fun evening?”
I restrain a laugh, “Kinda.”
Jacob slides in but still doesn’t look at me. “You know where Gary.”
“Sir.”
The drive is quiet. I’m not sure what to say. Jacob has his hands resting on his thigh. My eyes go directly to his dick. Hmmm I wonder how big he is. I slowly lick my lips and close my eyes. Sex with Jacob sounds amazing. I want to feel him and rub my hands all over his body. I slowly open my eyes and he’s inches from my face.
“I know you’re imagining what it will be like with me,” he whispers. “And it turns me on knowing I’m in your fantasy.” He touches my face and lifts up my chin. “Not tonight though, but soon you’ll be begging me for more and screaming my name.”
Holy. Shit.
The car ride seems to be taking forever. My eye lids get heavy. I rest my head on the passenger window and watch the world pass me by.
*****
The comfortable blanket is soft and smells so good. I bring it up to my nose and breathe in the fresh linen smell. I stretch out my arms and feel my hand hit something. Wait, not something, someone. I feel a tight and smooth body. My hand runs down and quickly my eyes spring open. I turn my head to the left and see Jacob’s naked chest. “Ahhhhhhh!” I jump out of bed and fall on my ass. Graceful Abigail.
Jacob leans over the side of the bed and grins at me. “Good morning Abigail.”
I get up from the floor and notice I’m in boxers and a tank top. “Why am I here? Why am I in your bed? Why am I in your clothes? Did we have sex? Oh my God! Where are my clothes?” I frantically look around the room and try to find his bathroom.
Nothing.
I can’t find anything. I turn back to the bed and see Jacob sitting on the edge of his bed smiling at me. “Hello! Say something!”
“Abigail if we had sex last night you wouldn’t question it. Actually, you would be limping right now and you’d feel good.” He slithers from the bed and I notice he’s wearing sweat pants that hang really low and show his taut body and sexy v. Broad shoulders. Tanned. A six-pack. Oh. My. God. I think I died and went to Heaven. His hand touches my face and I close my eyes to his wondrous touch. “I brought you back here since you were quite intoxicated Ms. Anderson and figured you didn’t want Lucas and Heather asking questions.” He smiles and watches my eyes. “Like what you see?” He comes closer to me and places his hands on my hips. “I like what you’re wearing. It’s nice to wake up to you and see your beautiful face and your desire for me.”
My face is burning and it’s hard to breathe. This can’t happen. I can’t be this careless. I back away from him and keep walking backwards but then a wall stops me. Shit. I’m trapped. I look at him as he steps toward me. His hands touch my face. Oh no. I’m melting to his touch. I love the feel of him. Why can’t I just give in? I shake my head. I can’t. He’s out of my league. We’re so different. I’m a freaking sec
ond grade teacher and he’s ‘Mr. Sex on a Stick I can have any woman I want.’ “Jacob,” my shaky voice starts to say, “We’re just friends.”
He looks at me. Those eyes, his beautiful eyes look into mine. I’m not sure what exactly I’m seeing. “Soon Abigail,” he whispers. “Get dressed and I’ll take you home. Your clothes are on the chair.” He lets me go and walks out of the room. I can finally breathe. But then he stops and turns around. “Don’t forget about tonight. We have a date.”
He leaves the room and closes the door. I fall back on his bed and nearly pass out. I can’t believe I did this! I grab my phone from my purse and look at the messages I have waiting for me.
Marilyn: Are you home?
Marilyn: What’s going on?
Marilyn: Why aren’t you answering me?
Heather: A where are you?
Heather: OMG you’re with Jacob aren’t you!
Heather: Get it girl woo woo!
Marilyn: When you get this you BETTER call me!
I put my phone back in my purse and feel like dying from embarrassment. This is crazy and not like me. I put back on my clothes from the previous night and look in the mirror. “Great, I look like a crack whore.” I groan and make my way into his bathroom. I look around and my mouth drops. His bathroom is the size of my kitchen! I look at all of his things and feel the softness of his towels. I decide to shower and jump in. I turn on the water and let it hit my body. It feels so good. I grab his shampoo and pour it in my hands. When I massage the shampoo in my hair, I close my eyes and let it take me away. It makes my hair smell like his and I smile.
“Are you enjoying yourself Ms. Anderson?”
I let out a loud shriek. I see Jacob’s shadow and it looks like he’s at the sink. “What are you doing in here?”
He laughs. “Well I can ask you the same thing. Please, by all means, get clean and come meet me downstairs for some breakfast.” I hear him laughing again as he closes the door.
“I just wanted a shower,” I whimper.
I finish up showering and find a new set of clothes on the plush chair in the bathroom. I look at the clothes and see black Capri yoga pants, a purple tee shirt, lacey underwear and a matching bra. I look through the clothes and the sizes and nearly fall on my ass again. “How does he know my sizes and when did he get these?” I immediately think about all the women he’s been with and try to figure out whose clothes these belong to, but looking through the clothes I see that each piece of clothing has a tag. “Oh blueberries,” I whisper. I look at each tag and my mouth drops. “Seriously, he spent almost two hundred dollars on these clothes?” I’m about to leave the clothes there when I think about the clothes I wore last night, and that I just took a shower. I let out a sigh and throw on the clothes he has for me.
I walk out of the bathroom and grab my things from his room. When I make my way downstairs he is sitting in his living room with his leg propped up on the coffee table and he’s looking through his phone. “Hi,” I quietly say.
Jacob turns around and smiles. “I see you found the clothes.”
“Thanks Jacob but these aren’t necessary.” I walk over to him and see another couch I can sit on. I can’t be too close to him. I need to have a clear mind. He’s watching and studying me. I try not to lose my cool and count to ten in my head several times.
“It’s not a problem. I figured you’d want to wear some new clothes after a night out with your friend.”
I sit down, opposite from him and smile. “Well, thank you. I do appreciate it.”
He looks at his watch and starts to get up. “Well, looks like you have an appointment at the spa. I can drop you off there.”
“No, it’s okay. I can have Heather pick me up.”
A sexy smirk comes across his face as he walks over to me. He places both hands on each side of me on the arm rests and is inches from my face. “I insist on taking you. When you are done, I will have Gary drop you back at home since I have a very important meeting today. But, I will see you tonight for our date.”
Feeling flush and nervous, I give in. I stand up to him, not breaking our connection and give him a kiss on his cheek. “Whatever you say Jacob.”
Chapter 13
Jacob
I shouldn’t have made this date with Abigail; I pace my room and walk out to my balcony. I grip the railing and try to put tonight in order. If I stand her up, she’ll never speak to me again, but if I go on this date and mess up then she’ll never talk to me again either. I’m in a lose-lose situation. I feel bad about the date but at the same time I feel happy. “Alright I can do this,” I mutter. I go back to my room and get ready. I put on my black Armani suit with a white button shirt and a sleek black tie and check myself in the mirror before leaving. Gary has the limo ready. Inside, there are two-dozen red roses with lilies waiting to be given to my beautiful date. I get inside and pour myself a glass of scotch. I sit back and relax as we drive to Abigail’s.
My phone starts vibrating. It’s a text from Heather.
Heather: PS she’s so beautiful.
I smile at her text message and put my phone away. Gary pulls to the side of her house and opens the door for me. I straighten out my suit and walk up the driveway to ring the doorbell. With two rings, Heather opens the door with Lucas by her side.
“Hey buddy. How are you?” Lucas smiles and waves.
“Mr. Greene, Mama looks so beautiful!”
I kneel down in front of Lucas, “Call me Jacob little man.”
He holds his hand out indicting a high five. I put my hand on his and we both laugh. There’s something about him that makes me feel comfortable and I like being around him. “What are you up to tonight?”
He thinks for a moment before answering, “Aunt Heather and I are going out to dinner and then getting ice cream!”
“Oh wow that sounds fun!”
“Jacob, come to the living room and play with me!” He takes my hand and brings me to the living room. He points to the couch for me to sit down. I do as I’m instructed and wait to see what he has for me. Lucas grabs a piece of paper from his table and brings it over to me.
“Oh thank you Lucas. I can’t wait to see what this is.” I unfold the paper and there’s a smile face on the light blue paper. On the bottom it says, “Have fun.” I get up from the couch and kneel down in front of him and put my hand up for a high five. “Thanks buddy.”
Lucas turns his head toward the stairs and smiles. When I turn my head to see what he’s smiling at, my breathing stops. I slowly get up and walk over to her.
The strapless, black, sweetheart neckline dress looks incredible on Abigail. Her hair is in curls and there’s a smile on her face. Wow! She stops on the last step and looks at me. I take in a deep breath and reach out for her hand. “You look beautiful Abigail.”
She smiles and looks away. “Thank you Jacob.”
I take her hand to my lips and gently kiss her. “Come on let’s go.”
We say bye to Lucas and Heather before making our way out the door. “Heather, call me if you need anything okay?”
“Go! Have fun!”
Abigail gives Lucas a hug and a kiss. She whispers something in his ear, making him laugh. “You look like a princess, Mama.” They give each other another hug. The love between Abigail and Lucas is sweet. I can’t stop the thought of being here more often and getting to know both of them.
I open the front door for her and lead her to the limo. Gary opens the door for us and I let her go in first. Once we’re in, I hand her the bouquet. “These are for you.”
“Oh,” she touches her chest, “Thank you Jacob. They’re beautiful.”
“Just like you Abigail.” I grab the bottle of champagne and pour us each a glass. The conversation is light. She slowly starts to open up to me and I feel her walls gradually falling apart but I keep my distance. “How are you feeling?”
She looks at me, but she seems to be somewhere else. “Alright. Lucas and I went for a walk and we did some cleaning
even though he complained most of the time.”
“I admire you Abigail.”
“Why’s that?”
“You raised Lucas on your own and built this great life for your family.” I reach over and touch her hand. The touch is soft and I see a small smile on her face. I wish she would sit closer to me but tonight is all about getting to know Abigail and taking it slow. She’s not like the other women and I want to treat her with respect and show her a great time tonight. When Gary pulls up to the restaurant, I ask Abigail to close her eyes. The limo comes to a stop and Gary comes to open the door. I get out first and lead Abigail out. Her eyes are still closed. “Okay open.”
Heather told me that Distina’s has always been a place Abigail wanted to have dinner but she never took herself. She once told Heather her perfect date would be here. I called the restaurant and made arrangements to reserve their private room.
‘Jacob, oh my.” There are windows all over the small brick building. Inside, it’s dim and there are candles on the sill of each window. We walk to the hidden entrance and are greeted by a lovely hostess. She welcomes us inside as we follow her to our table. There are two candles in the center with red rose petals scattered around. A note rests on Abigail’s plate.
“Jacob, what’s this?” She asks while sitting down.
“Open it.” I take my napkin and rest it on my lap. There’s a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket. I pull it out and uncork the bottle-a 2000 Chateau Petrus Pomerol. I watch Abigail open the note I wrote for her while taking a drink of my wine. “Read it aloud.”
Her face blushes but she accepts my challenge. “Abigail, I hope tonight is everything you have ever wished for. You captivate me and I want to learn more about you. I’ve enjoyed your company and look forward to more moments with you. Jacob.” She puts the note down and takes the glass to her lips. I watch her take a drink. She licks her lips and looks down, “You never know what will happen.”
I squeeze my eyes when I hear the words. Is she serious? A sly smile comes on my face and I bring my glass of wine to my lips. “I guess you’re right Ms. Anderson.” Her confidence is sexy and I can already tell she’s going to be fun to be around. “Tell me more about yourself.”
