by Silke Ming
The interview over, he looked into the camera, straight at her. Or so it seemed, his green eyes piercing her soul. He lifted his hand and pushed a lock of dark hair away from his eyes, and bowing his head to the camera, disappeared behind the heavy door.
* * * *
“Don’t you look nice!” said Gypsy. “Another date with the cowboy?”
“You can say that. May I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Do you know someone by the name of Richard Schreck?”
“Yes, he’s a very well-established lawyer. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve got a date with him tonight.”
“You do? When did all this happen?” asked a seemingly surprised Gypsy.
“I have been seeing him for the past three nights.”
“Is he the same guy you met at the bar?”
“Yes. What do you know about him?”
“A very charming man that I’ve met on a couple of occasions,” she said. “All I know is that he’s a well-respected attorney and anyone who runs into trouble always wants him on their side. He’s handsome to boot, and as I understand, women fall at his feet.”
“So he’s not married!”
“I think he was married once, but I’m not sure.”
“I wonder why he pretended to be a cowboy?” she asked aloud. “I knew he really wasn’t a cowboy because his fingers nails were way too clean.”
“Since you’re going out with him tonight, maybe you should ask him.”
“I will,” she said, as the doorbell rang announcing his arrival. “He has invited me to spend the night at his place, so I’ll call you and let you know what I find out.”
“Have fun,” said Gypsy hugging her. “He could be exactly what you’re looking for.”
Chapter Four
She had no idea what she should do. Should she confront him or should she wait for him to tell her the truth? She was going to his home. He would have no choice but to admit he had not told her the truth.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, as they met in the lobby. He was dressed in black slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“Thank you,” she replied. “Had a hard day?”
“No harder than any other day,” he said kissing her on the cheek.
Settled comfortably beside him in the SUV, he turned onto the highway. He reached out and held her hand, smiling a very confident smile.
“Where are we going for dinner?” she asked.
“I thought we could have Japanese food,” he said. “Do you like Japanese?”
She had never had Japanese cuisine, because the very thought of eating raw fish repulsed her.
“I have never had Japanese food,” she said. “And I’m not sure if I would like it. I didn’t know that cowboys had a taste for such foods. I thought they ate only steaks.”
“Cowboys eat everything. I should have asked you before I made the reservation. What do you like to eat?”
“I like simple food. Not too spicy.”
“How about Italian?” he asked, taking the next exit.
“I love Italian food,” she said.
“That’s what we’ll have then.”
He picked up his cell phone and dialled a number. A seven thirty reservation was made for a party of two at La Tavola restaurant.
“We’ve still got a little time and since the restaurant is close to my home, I can have a quick shower and a change of clothing.”
“What do you really do?” she asked him. “I know you’re not a cowboy.”
“How do you know I’m not a cowboy?”
“You’ve got the most perfectly manicured nails for someone in your profession,” she told him.
“Very observant,” he said, turning to look at her. “What else have you noticed?”
“Not much more.”
He slowed the vehicle down and turned right at the next intersection. Passing through a grove of trees, she could not help but admire the beauty of her surroundings. They were so close to the city but far away enough to make a difference. She felt as if they were in the countryside, far away from New York State. They turned off into a long driveway and she could see a two-story English colonial home in the distance.
“It’s pretty out here,” she said. “Is that your home?”
“That’s my home, Josie,” he said. She loved it when he called her name. She loved the way his voice vibrated, as if it were the base instrument in a symphony and she was getting ready to play it.
Poplar trees lined the driveway and a black Porsche Carrera sat outside the front door. There was a paddock and she could see horses in the distance next to a white fence.
“Are those also your horses?”
“Yes. You know how to ride?”
“I’ve done it a couple times, but not recently.”
“Then we’ll just have to do something about that,” he smiled, showing his beautiful dimples.
He parked the SUV behind the black Porsche and climbed out. He took her overnight bag from the back seat and opened the door for her. The home reminded her of those she had seen in the architectural magazines she perused, while waiting in doctors’ waiting rooms. She looked around taking in everything in sight. On the kitchen island she saw a martini shaker sitting on cooling tablet along with a container with olives, and on the coffee table were two martini glasses.
She smiled when she saw it.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, picking up the two glasses from the coffee table and walking to the island.
Picking up the martini shaker, he filled the two glasses and dropped an olive into each glass.
“For you, Josie,” he said, sitting down beside her.
“You remembered. That makes me feel special.”
“You are special to me, Josie.”
“Why do you like martinis?”
“Well, I am not fond of beer, and if I drink just one glass of wine, I would be tipsy after the first sip.”
“I must remember that.” He laughed and stood up.
“Come with me,” he said, leading her up a wooden staircase.
At the top of the stairs was his bedroom and she followed him inside. A huge armoire with mirrored doors ran the entire length of the wall at the foot of the bed. She stared at herself in the mirror. She loved the color green and thought it suited her well. He opened one of the doors and handed her a couple wooden hangers. She hung the extra pieces of clothing she had brought with her and her eyes continued to survey the room.
“I’m going to have a shower. Want to come and watch me?” he asked.
“No,” she said, laughing. “I think I’ll wait here.”
“Don’t trust yourself?” he asked with a wink.
“No, it’s you I don’t trust,” she replied, as she watched him drop his clothing to the floor.
He felt comfortable with her, it seemed. In the heat of the night when they were hot with passion was one thing, but to undress before her in the bright daylight was another thing. Her heart pounded and the blood rushed to her veins just looking at him.
“See you in a few minutes. If you get lonely, over there is the remote control for the television.”
She could hear the sound of running water and knew that he was already under the shower. She looked out the window, where she saw the horses galloping around the field. The trees on the property, she knew, must’ve been more than two hundred years old, judging by their size and the roughness of their trunks, along with the aged limbs. She wanted to just stand there forever and stare out at the beautiful scenery.
“What are you looking at?” he asked, wrapping his hands arms around her.
She stepped away from him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You are messing up my hair,” she replied, looking into the mirror and trying to repair it.
“You are funny,” he said. “Can I touch it later?”
“Later yes, but now, definitely not!”
“I�
�ll remember that,” he said, as the towel around his waist dropped to the floor.
She didn’t trust herself to look at his delicious manhood, so she turned away and waited until he was dressed.
“You may turn around now, Josie. I won’t scare you,” he said laughing. “Let’s go. It’s almost seven fifteen and the taxi should soon be here.”
“Why are we taking a taxi?”
“I want to have a good time with you and if I drink, I can’t drive.”
* * * *
They were greeted by the owner of La Tavola restaurant and it was obvious that Richard Schreck was known there. They were seated in a secluded corner, a corner for lovers, far away from the prying eyes of the other guests.
“Tell me, Josie, did you continue to play with yourself when I hung up the phone earlier today?”
“What do you think?”
“That’s not an answer. Did you?”
“I’ll be honest with you. I did. How could you have done such a thing to me and then left me cold?”
“I wouldn’t have believed you if you had said no. That’s what I like about you. You are honest.”
“I wish I could say the same about you,” she said.
“Why would you say a thing like that?”
“You are not a cowboy. That I know. I found out today that you are a big shot attorney.”
“How did you find out?”
“I saw you on television. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s difficult to be honest when you’re so well known. Women line up on your doorstep, and are usually willing to settle for any kind of relationship, no matter what! I have experienced that too many times. Because I am a wealthy man running a flourishing law practice, I can have my pick of any of these women. You, on the other hand, Josie, accepted what you saw.”
“Or what I thought I saw.” She grinned.
“Whatever! You did not run in the other direction when I said I was just a cowhand,” he said, reaching out and holding her hand.
The owner of the restaurant arrived at the table and greeted them, setting down a bottle of champagne and two glasses in front of them. He introduced Josie to the owner.
“All the best to you, Mr. Schreck! Compliments of the house. Tony will be here in a moment to take your order. Nice meeting you,” he said to Josie.
“Thank you,” Richard replied, as he walked away to welcome another couple to the restaurant.
Josie stared at him.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Today is my birthday,” he said.
“What? And you are just telling me?”
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me?” he asked laughing.
“Happy birthday,” she said halfheartedly.
“Say it like you mean it, Josie. Are you pissed with me?”
“Yes. Must everything in your life be such a big secret? You just told me how honest I am. Can’t you also be honest with me?”
“I’m sorry, Josie. I wanted it to be a surprise. My birthday is actually tomorrow, or should I say at midnight. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”
“Well, surprise, Josie!” she said, her words tinged with sarcasm.
Although she was annoyed with him, she felt elated that he had chosen her to be his companion on that very important day.
“Have you forgiven me?” he asked, squeezing her fingers.
“I can’t stay angry with you, Schreck!”
“Richard!” he said. “I hate being called by my family name.”
“Then don’t address yourself as Schreck, or Dick for that matter,” she said bursting into laughter. “Happy Birthday, Richard.”
What the couple didn’t have a chance to learn about each other in the confines of her bedroom, they learned over dinner. They laughed and teased each other, bringing hostile glances from the other patrons close to them. Some of them stared at the interracial couple and he could tell that they were none too pleased, but he didn’t care. He could afford not to care.
“You know you are spending the entire weekend with me, don’t you?”
“I thought it was only for tonight. That is a pleasant surprise.”
“Glad you see it that way,” he said, his smile melting her heart.
“I guess I should call Gypsy and let her know I will be gone for the weekend,” she said, happy to hear the last bit of news.
“How long have you known her?”
“For about five years. Do you know her?”
“All I know about her is that she is the daughter of Rosa and Brian Eaton. Quite a pleasant young woman! I met her a couple times, all work related. However, her parents are a different story. How on earth did Gypsy end up with you as a roommate?”
“You seem surprised!”
“I am. Her parents are the two most conservative people I’ve ever met,” he said. “I can’t believe they allowed you to share their daughter’s condo.”
“Is there something wrong with me?” she asked, sounding a little offended.
“I’m sure you understand what I mean when I say they are conservative.”
“It wasn’t easy by any means, but Gypsy stood up to them, and the rest is history.”
“Do you see them often?”
“No. The father isn’t too bad, but his wife is the wicked witch of the west.”
“Maybe you should move out.”
“Where would I go?”
“You can move in with me.”
“Well that’s a record, Josie,” she said, addressing herself. “In just three days you have been dined, wined, screwed and just about ready to move in with the man who calls himself Schreck.”
“That’s because I care for you,” he said.
“But you hardly know me.”
“I know enough about you to know that I care for you.”
“You just want to get me into bed.”
“I’ve already done that and enjoyed it, and am looking forward to having more of you. I know what I want when I see it.”
“What kind of a name is Schreck?” she asked.
“My parents were Austrian and they immigrated here during the Second World War.”
“What does Schreck mean?”
“My mother told me it meant ‘scary or frightening’ although the spelling is a little different. I have no idea where the name came from. Perhaps my family was a scary and frightening bunch of people.”
“You don’t believe that.”
“That’s the way it was back in the old country. If your father was a carpenter, then your family name would be Zimmerman, a baker, perhaps Baecker or maybe Becker. That’s just the way it was back then.”
“So what about my name?” she asked.
“I am not sure, but I know people who made arrows were called fletchers.”
“So does that mean that the owners of my great-great-grandparents were makers of bows and arrows and the like?”
“That’s possible.” He flinched at her last remark.
The conversation moved from one topic the other, and she felt as if she had known him for a lifetime.
* * * *
It was almost midnight when they left the restaurant and arrived back at the house. It was pitch black as the taxi wended along the long driveway. Only after they reached the grove of trees could they see the lights of the home.
“Keep the change,” Richard said to the driver.
Chapter Five
They stepped inside the home and he set the alarm, then hurried up the stairway.
“Don’t take anything off,” he said, calling down from the stairs. “Not even your shoes.”
She spent the time looking around the living room and investigating everything. She saw a small computer screen next to the alarm and could see the black Porsche neatly parked in front of the SUV. Everything that was happening on the outside was visible on the little computer screen. Security seemed naturally to be high on his list of priorities. He had been gone for about five minutes. She wondered what he w
as doing. It was unlike him to leave her for such a long time without explanation. She finally heard his steps coming down the stairs and she turned around. She started to laugh. He was totally naked! His muscles bulging and his chest heaving in anticipation. She stared at his cock which was lifting of its own volition.
“It’s midnight,” he said. “It’s officially my birthday and I thought I would get dressed up for you. That’s why I’m wearing my birthday suit.”
She laughed loudly, and continued to stare at him.
“This is original,” she said. “But I have nothing to give you for your birthday.”
“I don’t want anything. I’ve got everything I need.”
“But I would’ve bought you something.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ve already got a birthday gift and I am going to unwrap it soon.”
She sank into the couch and watched him. He moved over to her and knelt in front of her, his dick not quite yet erect.
“Happy birthday,” she said, bending forward and kissing him on the lips.
“I’ve got the best birthday gift,” he said.
He lifted one leg and removed her slingback shoe. He brought the foot to his lips and sucked on her big toe. She had never experienced anything like it, so she relaxed and allowed him to take her on her new adventure. Ripples of sweet delight crept through her body and she closed her eyes. He sucked each toe, all the while staring at her, and then turned to the other leg and did the same. His hands strummed up her legs all the way up her thighs and back down again.
