by Eydie Maggio
Elise didn’t know why she was shocked, but she was. Even though he told her he loved her this morning and hundreds of times last night, it was like she was hearing it for the first time again. Using the words devoted and exclusive put a very clear definition to their relationship.
“I hope you set your DVR to record this!” Jeremy grabbed Elise’s arm. “Even though I threatened his life, I really like him Elise. I hope you guys work out whatever is going on.”
“We will.” How could she not? She loved this man.
“Wow! When we return, we will have to find what out the lucky woman did to snag America’s most eligible bachelor.”
The morning show host stood up in front of her chair and turned to the camera to let the audience know that they were going to go to a commercial break before the segment where the voters could call in and ask Trey questions. As she was speaking, she placed her hand on Trey’s thigh again. The cameras were still rolling as the station’s digital on-screen graphic came up before they actually cut to commercial. Elise saw the host turn to face Trey and stood right between his legs and leaned close to him as she whispered something in his ear. Elise was now pissed.
“Did you just see that?” Elise looked over at Jeremy.
“Yes, but I was hoping you didn’t see it. That talk show host is something else.”
“I’m seriously contemplating driving down there right now and kicking her ass!” Elise stood up and was pacing back and forth in front of the sofa. Her blood pressure had to be through the roof. So this was what true jealousy felt like.
“Elise, Trey just poured his heart out about how much he loved you. He’s not going to let this woman near him. I’m sure he is very skilled at bouncing a tramp.”
Elise slowly turned her head in Jeremy’s direction, “Bouncing a tramp? Pardon my French, but what the fuck does that mean?”
“You know. He probably gets hit on all the time because of who he is and can get himself tactfully out of those awkward situations – bouncing a tramp.”
“Gets hit on all the time! So this is just something I need to get used to? You are not making me feel any better, Jeremy! Would you like to show me a couple pictures of the models he’s dated? Jesus Christ!”
“Look, its back on.” Jeremy pointed to the television. “Sit down and chill out.”
Elise was fuming. She felt her face getting warmer. The host and Trey were now sitting at a different part of the set where there was a living room setting with two sofa separated by a coffee table. Trey was sitting on one sofa and the slut was sitting on the other. Elise felt a lot better now that Trey was out of arms reach of the leach.
“We are back, and we have our first caller on the line. Martie from McLean, you’re on air with Sherri and Trey. What’s your question?”
Elise and Jeremy slowly turned their heads and looked at each other. Elise spoke first, “It can’t possibly be…”
“My question isn’t for Mr. Trey, it’s for you? Do you make it a common practice to act like a floosy when you have guests on that you’re attracted to? Can the man actually talk politics without you trying to feel him up? He just told you he loved someone and was devoted to her. That’s not a green light where I come from, Missy.”
Yep, it was Elise’s mother, Martie.
“Holy shit! Momma!” Elise covered her mouth with her hands. She could not believe that her mother just said what she did.
“I love me some Martie!” Jeremy was clapping his hands together and smiling from ear to ear.
Sherri, the slut, seemed to be caught off guard by Martie’s questions, which were more statements than anything. Trey, on the other hand, was taking a sip of whatever was in his mug, trying to hide the uncontrollable grin on his face. That caused Elise to start smiling, too.
He had to know the caller was her mother and was actually smiling at the way she reprimanded the host. He wasn’t upset or angry. He was smiling.
All of a sudden, Sherri apologized and said that they had lost the call due to technical difficulties and were going to commercial break to see if they could figure out the issue. Coward!
Elise’s phone buzzed on her kitchen island indicating that someone sent her a text message. Elise hopped up off the sofa and ran to her phone. There was a text message from Trey. Elise closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she opened it.
*Trey: Dinner tonight at my home. I have a training session there at 4 pm so how does 5:30 sound? Please pack a bag since you’ll be staying the night. I love you, Elise! And tell Martie……THANK YOU! LOL!*
She really loved this man.
Chapter 24
Elise called Trey’s office hoping to actually get in touch with his assistant. She decided she was going to surprise Trey tonight by making dinner at his home and needed the directions to his house.
“Trey Watts’ office, Maggie speaking.”
“Hi Maggie. This is Elise DePaul.”
“Hi Ms. DePaul. It’s so lovely to hear from you. Are you looking for Mr. Watts?”
“No Maggie, I actually wanted to speak with you.”
“Me? Ok.”
“This is the deal – Trey wants us to have dinner at his house tonight, and I would love to surprise him by actually preparing the meal myself. So, I hate to say this, but I don’t know where he lives.”
“Ok, well he will be there at four o’clock for his workout, so the house should be open. I’ll email the address and directions to you. I’ll also cancel the caterer and let Secret Service know that you will be arriving there on your own.”
“Caterer? He hired a caterer?”
“Yes. He was having French cuisine prepared for you tonight.”
Elise was touched. “Never mind, Maggie. I don’t want to interfere with his plans. Please forget that I asked.”
“Ms. DePaul, can I be honest with you?”
“Yes, Maggie, and please call me Elise.”
“Ok, Elise. I think he would love it if you surprised him by preparing the meal. He sometimes takes everyone else into consideration and forgets about himself. I think that gesture would be very kind, and he would really appreciate it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. He is so fond of you. I have never seen him like this before.”
“Ok, Maggie, I’m officially blushing. Thanks for your help.”
“Anytime, Elise. If you need any help with the directions or with the house, just call me.”
“Thanks Maggie.”
~
It was around 4:45 pm when the GPS in Elise’s Porsche lead her down Old Dominion Drive. Trey wasn’t joking when he said that he lived only a few minutes away. When the GPS said that she had reached her destination, Elise was shocked.
Trey’s home was breathtaking. She drove down the long asphalt driveway lined with lush red trees to the front of the house where Maggie told her to park. His house was a colonial style with beautiful stones that covered the front of the home. The house had to be sitting on two acres of land from what Elise could see. It was tucked away and very private which Elise could totally understand how that could be appealing.
In the driveway were a couple of vehicles; a black SUV, an Audi Sedan, a Cadillac Escalade and a CLS550 Mercedes Benz. Elise knew that the SUV was his Secret Service vehicle since she had been in it, but she wasn’t sure who all the other vehicles belonged to. She suddenly felt that it was a bad idea for her to have come here without Trey knowing. It looked like he had guests or clients over.
It was too late now, so Elise grabbed the bags of food that she bought at the market and headed to the front door where Maggie told her to enter. Before she could knock on the door, Ronald opened it up to let her in. “Good afternoon, Ms. DePaul. Maggie told me you were coming over. You can put your groceries in the kitchen. Would you like me to let Mr. Watts know you’re here?”
“Nah, I’d like to surprise him.”
“I understand. Just follow the music to find him.”
Elise smiled, “Thanks Ronald.�
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When Elise stepped into the home, her mouth dropped open. She was standing in a huge tiled foyer that was nearly as big as her townhome. To the left of the foyer was a large traditionally designed sitting room with a huge piano in the corner, and to the right was a dining room with a table that sat twelve. In front of her, there was another sitting room with a fireplace which was the direction that Ronald pointed her in. The sound of Elise’s espadrilles resonated on the tile floor as she walked into this massive home. She suddenly felt underdressed in her Hudson jeans and tank top. She made her way through the sitting room and saw that the kitchen was through another set of doors off to the right of the fireplace.
His kitchen was decked out with every stainless steel Viking appliance one could think of and had a more contemporary feel to it. The cabinets were all white with black granite slab countertops that lined the perimeter of the kitchen as well as a large island in the center of the room. There was an eat-in area that seated eight and four stools that lined the island where Elise placed her groceries.
She heard loud music coming from behind a door off to the side of the kitchen. It was Alice in Chains Man in a Box, if she wasn’t mistaken. That’s what Ronald meant by follow the music. She opened the door, and the music was now blaring. The door led to what looked like the basement of Trey’s home. She walked down the stairs following the sound of the music.
When she got towards the bottom of the staircase, she stood there and watched a very hot, very sweaty Trey sparring with what looked like his trainer. His hair and body was drenched in sweat, and his face had a red tint to it from the exercise. He didn’t have a shirt on so his ripped muscles were all visible, leaving Elise’s mouth watering. He was the epitome of brute strength and watching him train was sexy as hell. Elise’s felt short of breath and a little light headed.
His campaign manager, Paul, was sitting on a stool near a bar area thumbing through his phone. When he looked up and saw Elise, he was caught off guard but greeted her with a smile. He waved her down the stairs to join him in the bar area, which Elise did. Trey looked over at Paul then whipped his head over in Elise’s direction. He motioned to his trainer for a break then walked over to the entertainment system to turn down the music. Elise suddenly felt bad for interrupting his workout.
“Hey! This is a nice surprise.” Trey said as he walked over to Elise with a huge smile on his face. He bent down lifting her chin with his glove and gently kissed her lips. He tasted salty, and it was a huge turn on.
“I didn’t want to interrupt you. I just wanted to let you know that I was here.”
“Is it 5:30, already?”
“No, there’s been a slight change in plans. I’ll be cooking dinner for you tonight. I twisted Maggie’s arm so she could help me execute my plan.”
“Really. Well, I like this surprise. I’ll have to give Maggie a raise if she keeps this up.” Trey bent down and kissed Elise’s lips again. He was standing in front of her blocking the view of the other gentlemen in the room with them.
Elise went to touch Trey, but he pulled away from her quickly. “Elise, I am so sweaty. I really need a shower.”
Elise lowered her voice, “Yet, all I want to do right now is run my hands all over your sweaty body. You have no idea how big of a turn on it is to see you like this.” Elise put one hand on Trey’s abs and ran it slowly up his chest. His body was hot to the touch, and the sweat caused Elise’s hands to glide effortlessly over his chest.
“Training session over! Have a good evening, gentlemen!” Trey was smiling down at Elise, and it was like he was reading her mind. Elise put both hands around Trey’s waist and pulled him close to her. She hugged him tightly letting her hands travel up his large wet back as he wrapped his arms around her. Trey’s sweat was all over her cheek, neck, and chest, and she loved it. Trey must have too since his very large shaft was now stabbing her in her stomach.
Paul and the trainer said their pleasantries and quickly headed up the stairs. As soon as the door closed Elise ran her hands up around Trey’s neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. She wanted him … now, and she wanted him just like he was.
Trey was shaking his hands behind Elise, trying to get his gloves off. She heard one hit the floor and then Trey pulled off the other one. He grabbed her legs and hoisted her up around his waist continuing to kiss her deeply as he carried her across the basement.
Trey dropped her down on a leather sectional couch that was on the far side of the basement. He was wearing his sexy-ass half smile as pulled off Elise’s shoes and threw them over his shoulder behind him. He began unbuttoning Elise’s jeans and ripped them quickly down her legs. He laid his hot sweaty body on top of her and took her mouth with force. He wanted her just as badly.
Elise shrieked with excitement when she felt Trey move her panties over and guide large shaft into her until he was buried inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and cried out in pleasure. He was rough and raw, and that’s exactly what Elise wanted. She explored his skin with her hands as Trey pounded into her over and over again. Elise came quickly, and from the looks of it, Trey wasn’t far behind. She was crying out his name loudly when she felt his body tense and spasm, tightening his grip on her hips.
Her hands were in his hair holding him to her chest as he tried to catch his breath. “Maggie….is so….getting….a raise.”
~
Trey stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Elise must have started cooking because there was this wonderful smell emitting from the kitchen. He threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and headed downstairs to find her. When he got into the kitchen he saw her bending over looking into his bottom cabinets.
She was barefoot, wearing white linen shorts and a hot pink cami. Her hair was still slightly wet from her shower but was drying into these pretty natural waves. He was tempted to slide those white shorts down her legs and take her again right here in the kitchen. He wondered if there would ever be a time that he wasn’t dying to get inside her.
“What is that wonderful smell?” Trey said as he walked into the kitchen.
Elise looked over her shoulder, “Empanadas. Do you have a baking pan?”
Trey smiled, “Yes. Two cabinets over.”
Elise walked over and opened the cabinets finding the pan she needed, “Sorry, I feel bad about digging through your stuff, but your kitchen is huge.”
Trey walked up behind Elise and put his arms around her. “Don’t feel bad about anything. I want you to feel welcomed here.”
Elise put the baking pan on the counter and then turned to face him. She began running her hands up and down his chest. The look on her face told him that she had something on her mind. Instantly, his nerves kicked in.
“Trey, I love you. I am so sorry that I thought I couldn’t tell you last night. I was being stupid.”
Trey hugged Elise closely to his chest and breathed out a sigh of relief. “No you weren’t being stupid. You were hurt, and I get it. But, I saw it in your eyes. I knew deep down you still loved me. Don’t get me wrong, I was scared. I just couldn’t stop thinking that you were going to get onto that plane to France and leave me forever.”
“How did you know about that?” Elise leaned back to look up at him. Her face was serious, and she looked like she was getting upset.
“I really think we need to talk since we have been in a whirlwind since Saturday.”
Elise nodded her head. “Ok.” Trey and Elise both took a seat at the island kitchen. “So how did you know that I bought that ticket to France?”
“Well, can we start further back? Specifically to Friday afternoon.” Trey knew this probably would be a hard conversation.
“Why Friday?” Elise looked confused.
“Because that’s the day that Rixby came to my office in New York.”
“WHAT!” Trey closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He prayed Elise didn’t walk out the door because he didn’t tell her immediately. He felt Elise’s hands on his f
ace causing him to open his eyes. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“First of all Elise, don’t apologize. It was before the red carpet event. He came in and told me to leave you alone because he wanted you back.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, and he threatened to go to the press when I told him I wouldn’t.”
“Go to the press about what?”
“Your relationship. Specifically, the fact that it occurred while he was married.”
Elise was shaking her head. “That’s low.”
“That’s what I thought. So anyway, when I threw him out my office, he threw down the gauntlet saying may the best man win.”
Elise had a small grin on her face as she bit her bottom lip. “You threw him out of your office?”
“Not physically. I mean … I wanted to. The asshole put his feet up on my desk.”
Elise covered her mouth, “No way!”
“Yes.” Trey’s jaw clinched at the memory of Rixby’s designer boots on his desk. “Pissed. Me. Off. But, I played it cool and told him to get out.”
“So what does all this have to do with my trip to France?”
“I’m getting there, Elise. I promise.” Trey leaned over and kissed her cheek. She was being really good about everything so far. “So anyway, Rixby showed up at my office in D.C. on Monday.”
“This is unbelievable. I cannot believe that this is the first I’m hearing of all this.”
“Elise, this is the first time that we have had a chance to really sit down to talk about all this. I wasn’t about to mention Rixby to you last night when I found you on the couch, or this morning when I was leaving.”
Elise rubbed her hands up and down her face. “You’re right. Go on.”
“Ok, so Monday I thought Rixby was there to brag about Saturday, but he was there to tell me that he was sorry about everything he did to you on Friday and that I had “won”. When I realized that I was a fucking moron for not letting you explain what happened on Saturday, I panicked to try to find you. Your New York number was disconnected, you weren’t answering any of your phones, and Jeremy and your mom didn’t know where you were. So Ronald pulled up information about you that the Secret Service seems to research when someone gets close to the family, which is a whole other story all together. One of the pieces of information he had was your credit card transactions. It listed a purchase on British Airways which we found out was a ticket to Paris.”
