Body Heat

by Mia Ford

  Granddad clears his throat, “So, did you two have fun?”

  The hope that I hear in his voice irritates me. I try to keep in mind that he’s an old man. One that’s supposedly dying, but the more I think about it. The more I doubt that even that’s true, but he knows what I’ve been through. He wouldn’t dare lie about that.

  “Yeah, it was nice. Nice.”

  “Where is she now?”

  “In the guest bedroom, next to mine.”

  “Really?”

  “I didn’t realize that you were such a dirty old man, Granddad. I know what’s going through your mind.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Right. Okay, I’m going to bed . . . Alone!”

  “Have a good night, son and I’ll see you at the ranch tomorrow.”

  “’Bye!” I say and hang up.

  I put my cell phone away. As I climb into bed and leave the bottle by the side. I decide to take Olivia to the office with me tomorrow morning. If things go well, I’ll take her out to lunch and drive her around town to show her more of Houston. I did enjoy today for the first time in a long time I had the opportunity to relax. Maybe granddad’s right, and she’s a welcome distraction, for the first time I never thought about Dede and our baby until tonight, but I don’t feel guilty about moving on. If anything, I think of it as a welcome relief.

  Chapter Eight

  Olivia

  I hear a loud knock on the door. It's so loud that it scares me and I jump up the moment I realize that it’s Isaac thumping at the door, "Olivia wake-up!

  “Go away!” I want to shout out, but I don’t I just whisper it while covering my head underneath the covers. I don’t want to get out of these silk sheets. Doesn’t he know that the bed coverings that I have in the cottage are nothing compared to this, I could sleep here all week.

  “We’re going for breakfast, get up.”

  Now, he’s not on the other side of the door. I have no clothes on, and I’m naked underneath the covers. If I were confident enough to seduce him, then I would just take off the covers and stand naked in front of him. But I can’t even if I knew how to do it.

  Like a mouse I whisper, “I have no clothes on.”

  I’m waiting for a reaction from him. Instead, he just blurts out, “Well get in the shower and get ready. We’re going to breakfast.”

  I’m so damn confused, one minute he’s just kissing me and the next he’s talking to me as if we’re friends. We’re not. He should want me, but then he doesn’t. Damn it Isaac, what do you want?

  I think as I take off the covers and pop my head out wondering if he’s still in the room. When I see that he’s gone. I should be relieved, but I’m not. I was hoping that he’ll still be around.

  I didn’t sleep; the pounding headache doesn’t escape me as I try and stand up to figure out what I’m going to wear. That’s when I see neatly laid on the side, a new set of underwear. Wow, he must have gone to buy it while I was sleeping. My old set is next to it, so that’s how he knew the size. That was thought of him as well as the jeans and shirt next to it. It’s as if he’s thought of everything. Anything. But being with me.

  I should be happy; I think as my toes sink into the cream carpet and I stretch out in the room. Then I see that he’s drawn the curtains and someone could see me, so I hurry into the bathroom and have a shower. Just like he said there's a robe and everything that I need to freshen up including a toothbrush. I quickly shower and pin my hair back. I could dry it, but that would take ages and the way that he was trying to get me to get ready. I’m assuming that time isn’t on our side.

  As I put my clothes on, it doesn’t take long for me to find Isaac. He’s standing just outside my door. I wonder if he was debating whether to come in or not this whole time? Why does he keep backing away?

  “You were waiting for me by standing outside my door?”

  He shakes his head not saying a word, he’s not looking at me, but more at my feet.

  “Did something happen?”

  Again, he shakes his head, but says, “We need to get going.”

  He says it so quietly automatically I feel the need to comfort him. What happened? Why does he always do that?

  I grab his hand, “Isaac have you been drinking again?”

  This is the only time that his mood changes, whenever he’s had a drink. That must be why he’s acting like this.

  “No, I’m just thinking that we should get going. I haven’t touched a drink, but if we stay here any longer. I might just do that.”

  On that note, we move quickly to the elevator and head to his car. Black suits him; I thought that with his dark hair that it’ll absorb into one. But no, with his polo shirt and black pants he looks completely different to when we’re on the ranch.

  “What are you smiling about?”

  He asks as we stand in the elevator.

  “Oh, just how different you are here compared to in the ranch.”

  He nods, “That’s because the ranch is my place of insanity.”

  “And here your place of sanity?”

  “Yes.”

  Then we head out of the elevator, and I follow him like a puppy. It doesn’t make any sense if here is his place of sanity then why does he drink when he’s here.

  “So how comes you’ve been drinking whenever you’re here?”

  He opens the car door, and I stand to wait for him to reply, “Because there’s been so much pain on the ranch.”

  He motions for me to sit down and I follow suit. He closes the car door, and he doesn’t wait for me to prompt him. He turns to face me, “My mom, grandma, and my dad all died at that ranch.”

  “I thought your mom and grandma were sick?”

  He nods, “They were and when they found out that there was nothing more that the hospital could do for them. They opted to die at home. Part of me wishes they hadn’t. The selfish part of me and I hate it at times, so I do the one thing that I’m good at, I just avoid the ranch.”

  “I sometimes visit the place that my parents died; they died in a car crash.”

  “I know you told me Elle; they say that time heals all wounds eventually. I don’t want the wounds to heal. I just want to forget it most of the time.”

  “About your parents and grandma?”

  He shakes his head, “No. Not about them.”

  He’s quiet for a moment, and it’s as if he’s thinking about something, but then he changes his mind, “We need to get there soon otherwise, we won’t enjoy our day out.”

  “Are we not going to the ranch today?”

  He laughs, “You do love that place?”

  “No, I just miss Autumn.”

  “The horse?”

  I sigh, “She’s not just any ordinary horse. She’s my horse. I’ve never owned one before. I don’t own anything now. Even the car I’m driving is Neil’s. He just gives me free access to it. Anyway, where are we going?”

  "We're going to the Common Bond Cafe & Bakery. You are going to eat too much chocolate, doughnuts, and all sweet things. Because it's my treat and in between that when you feel like sleeping. I'll pump you up with some coffee to help you eat some more,” he starts the engine and then backs out of his space.

  “There goes my diet!”

  As we get to the door, to leave the building. He smiles, “Your diet. You don’t need to be on one. Your body’s perfect.”

  Then he winks at me, and his hand touches my leg. I want to hold it, but then he moves it away quickly and starts focusing on the road. I feel like a teenage girl that’s got a major crush. It starts and ends with Isaac. I want him so bad, that I can’t think of anything else right now, but tonight the pair of us sharing the same bed. He can take me all he wants, because if this is a taste of his true personality, then I don’t want to go back to the ranch. I love the old Isaac. The one that Neil’s been talking about when he asked me to give him another chance. It just feels natural doing it now compared to when we were together at the ranch.

  “
What are you smiling about?”

  I laugh, “You and I. I hated you so much at the ranch.”

  “I don’t blame you. I’m a bit of a jerk when I drink.”

  “So, you know, and you keep doing it.”

  He doesn’t say a word; there’s something that happens every time. Something that stops him from talking to me and telling me exactly what’s on his mind. I thought that it was drinking, but then I started to think that it was losing his relatives. But there’s something else. It’s starting to make sense now why he doesn’t want to touch me; there’s someone else. Maybe a girlfriend and this is the reason for the photo in the hallway, but when I asked him about it. He just brushed me off. The same way that he’s doing it now. I don’t know what to think about him; sometimes it’s as if we get close and then he backs away. Whereas I’m like an open book. What you see is what you get!

  I see the sign and that there are a few people in the restaurant, which has glass walls. The place is starting to get busy as customers enter, but I love the waiters uniform with their white hats and matching shirts. It’s as if they’re bringing something old-fashion to the modern Houston.

  “Cool, this is the place right?”

  I ask as he parks and turns off the engine.

  “Yep, I’m kind of shocked that I’ve got parking nearby. Usually, it’s a struggle which is why I woke you up early. Sorry?”

  “You forget that I’m a cowgirl. I’m used to getting up early, besides seven-thirty is not exactly at the beginning of my book.”

  “Right this place has everything from irresistible croissants, every type of bread that you can think off and cookies too. And anything you don’t want right now. We can take with us. They have gift boxes because some people give them as gifts.”

  He gets out of the car, and I want to ask him before we enter. I’m dying to get it off my chest, and I didn’t want to say it while he was driving.

  “Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?”

  I get out of the car, and he asks, “Why do you think that?”

  “Oh, because of the picture in your apartment.”

  He clears his throat as he shuts the car door, “She wasn’t just my girlfriend. She was my fiancee.”

  Shoot, why didn’t I keep my big mouth shut?

  “I love coffee,” he lifts up his elbow for me to loop my hand in his, “This place has the best coffee, and you can see them working at the back of the bakery. If you want to take photos, then let me know.”

  “Let me guess; you’re a regular here too?”

  He raises an eyebrow, “How did you know?”

  I shake my head, “Do you ever just stay at home and eat?”

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  Then as we arrive, he opens the door for me. I see that the interior has a mixture of steel and wood. There’s a mixture of people here, which I find weird because in town there’s a segregation between what the youngsters like and what the old folks do, but here it’s as if everyone’s just here enjoying the croissants, chocolate and everything else.

  “Isaac, I don’t even know what coffee to choose. It’s as if it’s in a different language?”

  He laughs, “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you. Is it okay if I order for you?”

  I nod my head because my hands still looped on to his and all I can think about is the fact that he said that he'd look after me. Is it just while I’m in Houston or is he thinking about doing it a little while longer?

  Chapter Nine

  Isaac

  This is our final night here, and I decide that I’d take her to my favorite restaurant, Louie’s. I took her shopping to buy a dress for the evening. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked in a black crossover dress. Everyone stared at her from the moment we walked into the restaurant.

  Olivia thought that they were staring because she was worried about what cutlery to use and not knowing what to order. Watching her innocence should annoy me, but it does the complete opposite, it just intrigues me even more. How she’ll react if I order things for her and what she’ll do if she doesn’t like it.

  There’s nothing about her that doesn’t surprise me, and I know that I'm not honest with her. I should tell her about Dede. Explain the reason why I started drinking “I can’t believe that I’ve seen so much in two days.”

  She slumps down on the sofa, and I see her dress ride her up the leg. It’s fully exposed, and I should take her now. I think that’s what she wants, but I can’t fucking tell.

  “There’s so much more to do.”

  She smiles, then pats for me to sit down next to her. “I know, but between the Children’s Museum, the Space Center, Aquarium and I’m never setting foot inside another zoo. That’s enough for now. Maybe next time if I can come here, you can show me more. And as for having breakfast at Common Bond Cafe, please let us do it again. I want to try some of their muffins and the rest of their croissants. Oh and the coffee menu. I'm curious as to what a drip coffee, flat white, lavender latte and a chai latte tastes like.”

  I laugh as I sit next to her. I move my cock out of the way and think about just talking to her. Nothing else. But then I can’t help but get distracted as her breasts start to glow in the moonlight.

  “As for this dress, when you bought it for me. I felt like Cinderella.”

  She looked so beautiful as the assistant told her to come out and show me. I found myself speechless, not because I didn’t think that she looked great in the dress. She looked better than great, but it brought back a painful memory. One of the time that I’d taken Dede there, and she’d done the same thing. I was on my phone, Dede told me that night that she could have been wearing a bag over her head and I wouldn’t have looked twice at her.

  I was consumed with work; I thought the woman I had at home was enough. We were going to get married; she was pregnant, everything was in place. I never knew that she was risking her life for me. I hate myself for not seeing the desperation in her actions. I hurt her so fucking badly that she died, just because of me.

  I can’t have another woman love me. I know that Olivia’s so easily blinded by my charm. She thinks that I’m this great guy if she knew the truth about me. She wouldn’t stay here; she would run away.

  I’m lost in my thoughts that I don’t say a word. If anything, she needs to go to bed alone. As far away from me as possible.

  “Thanks, Isaac,” she says as she gives me a kiss on the cheek and then she jumps up. I’m disappointed, but I don’t know what it is about her. Maybe it’s the fact that I know she’s working for granddad and he’s setting us up. I want her so fucking bad, and the temptation’s too strong.

  “I need to hit the showers.”

  “You look stunning in that dress.”

  “Really?”

  I nod my head, “Really.”

  “It’s just when you saw me in it; you just turned away. I was kind of worried that maybe it was too sexy for me.”

  Shit, she doesn’t have a clue about how hot she is, does she?

  I’m about to get up to get some water when she blurts out, “Anyway, I’m going to have a shower.”

  Shit, a shower without me, I can’t even respond to that. My cock’s rock hard as I watch her walk away and then as she enters the bedroom. I see that she doesn’t shut her door. That’s an invitation, but one that I shouldn’t take. Then, I hear her running the shower. She’s left that door open for me to.

  I hear to the open-plan kitchen and grab some water. I take a big sip of my drink, all the time thinking that this is granddad’s trap. He wants me to fall for her. I can’t do it. No, I fucking won’t. I feel as if I’m standing for hours debating about going into her room, but then as I hear the shower stop. I feel relieved that she didn’t stay in there any longer. She walks into the living room in a snow-white robe with her hair done up in a white towel; I almost shoot my load she looks so fucking hot! I don’t say anything as it seems our bodies are being pulled together as though magnetized.


  I walk to the living room; we stand to face each other. No words are exchanged as our lips touch, rekindling the passionate memories of the other night’s kiss. I don’t think we can bring more passion to our lips, but we do. I want to devour her. My tongue feels like it’s wiggling around in liquid fire as we kiss.

  I want to reach down inside her robe but am afraid that she will stop me and end the enchantment. But I can’t stop myself from sliding my hand into the opening of her robe and touching her belly button.

  Instead of protesting she sighs loudly, “Yes.” She wants me to take her, but I don’t know if she knows what’s at stake. This isn’t by chance. Somewhere in the midst of it, we’ve been set-up, but I can’t resist her, not anymore. Especially, knowing that this is our last night together. I let my fingers move down her flat stomach. I feel a surge of excitement when my fingers touch her pussy hair. God, she is an old-fashion cowgirl. I touch the mound around her pussy. My cock throbs wildly!

  Olivia moans as my index finger locates her pussy lips. They are tight as I push my index finger inside her. The moan that escapes her causes my cock to bob up and down.

  The tip of my finger touches her clit. Olivia’s entire body shudders. Suddenly, her big breasts are pressing against my shirt.

  I start pumping my finger back and forth inside her moist, hot pussy as Olivia moans softly in her throat while I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

  I pull back from our embrace, this is wrong, she deserves better. She’s innocent isn’t she. That’s why I’ve been holding back. Not only because granddad’s been pushing us together, but because I know that she’s a virgin.