Nick, eyes black with rage, stared at Lorna for so long that she didn’t know what to make of it. “Baby, I’ll give you all I got.” Hitting the center of his chest so hard with his fist, she could hear the thump from each contact from across the room. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you…nothing, but I won’t be your fool.”
Quieting for a moment, to control the rage surging through his body, he pleaded, “please, please tell me you’re not cheating on me…please.” Though his voice was pleadingly soft, his eyes were cold with anger. His hands now at his sides, intermittently clenched into fists. He wanted to hit something, or someone, maybe her.
Terrified, she whirled from him toward the window, her heart beating loudly in her chest, so loud she was sure that he could hear it. Though her insides were raging, outwardly she appeared calm. Taking a deep breath, “How could you ask me such a thing!” trying to sound outraged, but it was fear that made her voice raise she knew.
Gently, as if talking to a frightened puppy, “You know I love you…don’t you, baby?” The terror she felt inside, reverberated in her voice. He had to believe her. There was no one else.
Turning to face him, the look on his face frightened her even more. On shaky legs, she began walking very slowly toward him allowing her hips to sway just the way he liked it. Then deliberately skimming the front of his zipper, she trailed her fingers lightly up to his neck hugging him to her.
At first, Nick was rigid, refusing to let the storm of anger raging within him take control. He wanted to snap her pretty little neck. Then, he allowed the feel of her body against his to take over his senses. Immediately, embracing her so tightly, she thought her bones would surely break.
Inhaling the scent of her, Nick briefly closed his eyes in ecstasy, and for one brief moment, he was a little boy again, reliving the memory through the sense of smell. She always smelled like rich flavorful vanilla, bringing back memories of his childhood and his mother.
Lorna, knowing what to do to make Nick forget things for a while, having done so many times in the past, began caressing him surprisingly slowly, moving her delicate hands up and down his narrow hips to the inner most parts of his strong muscled thighs. Nick’s knees physically weakened.
His mind began blurring between the past and present, echoing Lorna’s name in pleasure mixed with agony…Lorna, his lovely Lorna…all his.
She expertly continued caressing all of Nick’s private body parts as though they were round sweet oranges, and she was deciding which one to pick, which one if any she would have, must have, for her own.
Feeling Nick violently trembling from her exploration, licking her lips, she lightly kissed him on his lips. “You taste like cherries,” Nick groaned aloud, closing his eyes in aching bliss. She then unbuckled his belt and proceeded to slowly slip both hands in to touch him more intimately.
Nick’s eyes snapped open; childhood memories were gone; his eyes locked on Lorna. Pulling her forcefully against him, her neck snapped forward, forcing her head up to look into his eyes.
What she was seeing in their depths made her visibly shake in his arms. He mistook it for desire and said smoothly, “You better be telling me the truth Lorna; there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” while kissing her eyes, slowly down to her jaw. “I’ll lie for you, Lorna…cheat…steal…and kill,” he said softly.
Then forcefully grabbing a fistful of her hair, he forced her head back even further, forcing her to be nose to nose with him, looking him in the eyes. “I love you, Lorna,” he said in a quiet sinister whisper.
Something behind his eyes shimmered of death; she could not quite grasp the certainty of it before he replaced it with a smile. Did she see what she thought she saw? She tried not to be afraid, but for the first time since meeting Nick, she was frightened, almost terrified of him.
“I know Nick…please believe me, there’s no one—only you,” she said desperately. He had to believe her because it was true; there was no other man in her life. He relaxed his grip on her, still looking into her eyes seeking…needing assurance.
Slowly winding her arms more securely around his neck, gently stroking his head, he relaxed it a little more. She was still trembling, not from passion, but from fear.
He needed to be reassured she knew, and there was only one way to prove it, the only way she knew how to with Nick. They were in the middle of her office floor, both naked and moving against each other with no thought to the outside world. It was good Nick thought to lock the door when he came in.
Sable had just opened the door to her office when she heard Julia’s hurried steps. “Sable, thank goodness you are back.” Julia was definitely a find, she thought with a smile. “Your father’s yelling the roof down saying, ‘where in the hell is she?’ Your accountant called twice and Mr. Hart called; he says he wants to talk to you about the Chadwick contract.”
Giving her the written message, Julia waited expectantly for instructions. “Julia, call my father, tell him I’ll be there with an explanation in two minutes.” She continued, “Tell my accountant for his sake I hope he’s not planning on giving me bad news, I’m not in the mood, as for Mr. Hart,” she sat down and closed her eyes, her words quieted. “Forget it, Julia. I’ll deal with him later. Please close the door behind you.” Her eyes were still closed.
Julia wondered briefly what was going on with her; it was not like her to ignore a meeting with Mr. Hart. As she was closing the door, “Julia? Please get me an aspirin; I had too much coffee this morning.”
“Sure, I’ll take care of it. Are you okay?” she asked hesitantly.
Sable slowly opened her eyes. “Late nights and early mornings, not always a good combination.” She smiled; Julia treated her like a daughter. She liked that. Sometimes she missed not having a mother. Seeing the smile on her face, Julia closed the office door.
Sitting behind her desk in deep thought, she wondered why Stephen wanted to talk to her, especially about the Chadwick project; it had nothing to do with her. Swiveling in her chair, inhaling deeply for a few more minutes, she got up and walked over to the oval mirror on her wall.
Staring at her image, “Well, guess I will find out soon enough, might as well be now.” Touching up her makeup, Sable fluffed her hair, stuck her tongue out at herself and thought, darn I look good, smiled and left her office.