Usual disclaimer - just borrowing these wonderful characters for a little fun.
She approached him, squeezing in between his barstool and one of the women, and put her arm around him. He looked at her with a bemused smile on his face, and said, "Excuse me, do I know you?"
She replied, "No, but you're about to."
He laid some cash on the bar to pay for his drink and then slid off the stool. He took her hand and led her to the secluded corner table. He pulled the chair out for her and when she had taken her seat, he leaned in and gave her a welcoming kiss.
She smiled up at him. "Hello, George."
"Hello, Jess," he replied.
As he took his own seat next to her, he glanced back at his former bar companions with a satisfied look on his face. The young women and the barkeep were looking back at him, laughing and applauding him.
George said, "You're a sly one." As he took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing it tenderly, he said, "Oh darling, cold hands!"
"Yes, but a warm heart," she said with a gentle laugh.
"Warm heart, indeed. How did the signing go this afternoon?"
"It was fine – a large crowd. I have writer's cramp from all of those autographs."
"I’d better kiss it again and make it all better," he said, lifting her hand to his lips again. "A drink?"
"Definitely. I think just a glass of wine, a merlot I think."
They touched rims and each took a sip of their drinks. "Mmm, good wine," Jess commented.
"Good," he replied, taking another sip of his Chivas.
"Yes, that's what she's called – she's a T-rex."
They fell into a companionable silence.
"Hmmm, not really."
"So, hungry for dinner?"
she said, indulging in another sip of the delicious merlot.
"Good. Any preferences?"
She shook her head 'no'.
She shook her head 'no'.
Again, she shook her head 'no'.
He grinned. "Picky tonight?"
really," she said as she took another sip of her wine. She shifted in her chair, hooking her foot
"Ah, room service?"
She nodded 'yes' this time.
in their room,
"Aye, but you look bloody sexy in them."
"Then I'll wear them more often."
"Only for me, though."
"Count on it," she said, closing her eyes.
"What's the schedule tomorrow, Jess?"
Her eyes fluttered opened as she contemplated her schedule. She answered, "Hmm, let's see. I have the lunch interview with the book editor at the Tribune...then, uh, oh yes, the show taping, now you're coming to that, right?"
you sure you want me there? Isn't it a
She laughed. "Well, it's a talk show, not exactly a ladies' program. You'll be more than welcome, besides I want you with me."
"Then, that’s enough reason for me to be there," he conceded. "So, dinner, my love?"
"I was hoping you weren't hungry," he said, a sly smile on his face. His skilled hands began to travel up her shapely legs.
thought so," she responded. Suddenly,
"How did you manage that trick?" she asked, pulling his face closer to hers.
"Like it, did you?"
"Aye," she said, mimicking his Scottish brogue.
"Och, lassie, I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Show them to me?" she asked.
"Gladly," George responded, just before his lips met hers in a deep kiss.
length, they parted.
disappeared into the bedroom. She was
back in moments, wearing a silvery blue negligee. As she approached him,
"I thought you'd like this trick," she said, settling herself onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fully on his lips. She pulled back and looked at his handsome face.
“Jessie, ye tak’ mah breath awa’,” George said, his accent slipping into his native Scottish, as it so often did when he was near her.
Still cradling her in his arms, he stood up and carried her to the bedroom. He eased her to her feet next to the luxurious king sized sleigh bed. He enveloped her in his arms, kissing her fiercely. She helped him out his sweater and shirt and ran her hands over his chest, reaching up to kiss his neck. She lifted her arms, while he pulled her negligee over her head and she helped him out of his slacks. He lifted her on to the bed and lay down beside her.
At length, he cupped her face and looked in to her eyes. She reached up and pushed his hair back from his glistening forehead. “Wow,” she said, her heart still beating like a drum in her chest.
indeed. That wasn't just any old trick,
that was like magic, Jess,”
The following morning, they indulged in a room service breakfast. Jessica poured herself a second cup of coffee and picked up a second English muffin, “Mmm, these are so good. I can’t believe I’m so hungry!”
“Jess, you worked up quite an appetite with all of that magic you were up to last night.”
“Me? You were the magician, I was just the assistant.”
“Come here, cheeky lassie,” he said chuckling and pulling her out her chair and into his lap. He pushed the lush terry cloth robe back from her bare shoulder and kissed her neck.
“We have time...besides, I can’t help myself. The longer I know you, the more impossible it is for me to keep my hands off of you.”
“So I’ve noticed,” she said, patting him on the face, “Not that I’m not complaining.” She kissed him quickly and hopped up from his lap. “But first, I’m still hungry!”
who's calling who insatiable,
“Right, the pot calling the kettle black?” he responded with twinkling eyes. “By the way, what are you wearing today to your television interview?”
“And those sexy heels?” he asked.
She glanced up at him and caught the look on his face. This time she jumped up and pulled him with her. “Only if I get another foot massage!”