Bullet
We pulled into the driveway and I couldn't help but smile. This was going to be a delightful weekend — I was sure of it. Although my intentions were carnal in nature I had to admit to myself that I had an unusual fascination with Lilly Brightwood. Maybe this was a fluke. I half hoped that this weekend would get her out of my system. Yeah, that's what I needed — to get her out of my system and out of my head. She was definitely a distraction,
not part of my master plan.
The car came to a stop and I opened the door for Lilly. The driver popped the trunk and I watched her walk towards me. Lilly had an athletic, fit figure with a bit of curve at her waist. There was no mistaking that she was a woman, whether you looked at her coming or going. I liked what I was looking at. She wore a sleeveless, slightly metallic, gray sheath dress and sensible heels. Her hair was a little different this time; she wore it straight without her natural curls. Lilly looked like a sleek supermodel but I had to confess, I liked the curls better. They gave her a wild look. I smiled at her, trying my best not to look like the cat that ate the canary. I was happy to see her return my smile with a timid one of her own, even if it was a small one. I had told myself that if she looked miserable I would call the whole thing off. At this point, I owed it to her to do the surgery the way she wanted anyway. Of course, I would not tell her that unless I had to.
"Hi, Lilly. You look fantastic. Can I take this for you?" I reached for her suitcase.
"Sure. Thank you. So do you." Once the luggage was stashed, she slid into the car and I sat beside her. I wondered if she took my request to heart and left her under things at home. I did not see any discernible panty line but that did not mean it wasn’t there. Panties were getting smaller and smaller these days. Before I could ask her, my phone rang. Damn! Forgot to put that on mute. I glanced at the phone- it was Page, I had to take it. "Excuse me a minute." I said to Lilly. She nervously smiled and gave me a permissive nod.
"Yes?"
"Sorry to bother you, Dr. Steinmann, but Mrs. Milford is blowing up my phone, demanding that you return her call. She says that you must call her because she is in pain. I know that I broke protocol here by contacting you when you are off but she is pretty insistent."
"Please tell Mrs. Milford that Dr. Regan is taking my calls this weekend. If she has an emergency, tell her to go the emergency room." I felt a little aggravated. It was not like Page to bother me with high-maintenance clients like Milford or Fuentes. "Is that it?"
Page paused. I felt like she had something else to say. "Page?"
"Yes Dr. Steinmann. That is it. I will hold all your calls until you contact me. Thank you." She hung up, leaving me puzzled. What was that about? I guess if there were a true emergency, she would have told me. I looked across the seat at Lilly. She was the only mystery I wanted to unravel today. Now that we were here together, I was not sure what to say to her. I was just glad that she was there.
I decided to take the initiative — this had been my idea and things were moving along well so far. Why change tactics now? I was getting the results I wanted. I sat in the seat next to her, the two of us looking out the back of the limo. I could smell her perfume; it was sweet with seductive amber tones. I reached out and touched her hair. Lilly did not push me away.
"May I kiss you Lilly? That's all I've been thinking about, kissing you." The beautiful girl beside me gave me a dimpled smile and whispered, "Yes." I intended to be gentle but the feeling of her hands in my hair, her warm lips on mine, her body leaning towards me stirred my passion. Yes, this is what I remembered. This is what I wanted. Slow down, Bullet. You do not want to spook the girl. I pushed myself away and gazed into her green eyes. Before I knew what was happening she was reaching for me, kissing me back. I responded in kind, our lips pressing, tongues moving, senses rising. I enjoyed the silky touch of her skin under my hands — so smooth. She gasped a little when I slid my hand up her skirt a few inches but she did not push away. Lilly made me feel like a high-schooler. Gently I rubbed her leg. I had to know if she left the panties at home. I slid my hand up her dress rubbing the outside of her hip — there was nothing there!
I chuckled at her. "Lilly! Such a bad girl."
"Isn't this what you wanted?" She breathed in my ear.
"Yes, I want this and I want so much more. Will you be mine this weekend?"
"Yes, but just for the weekend. Remember your promise. I hope you prove to be a man of your word."
"I made a promise, I plan on keeping it." We had stopped kissing but still our hands touched. If she had been anyone else, I would have taken her in the limousine but this was not how I wanted it to be with Lilly.
We arrived at the airport in plenty of time to see our luggage safely stowed. Of course, we rode first-class — nothing but the best for her. It was strange to think that she was independently wealthy; I wondered how much. She was probably accustomed to having all of the finer things in life anyway. I was sure I was not impressing her but merely providing her with an experience that she expected. I could not believe how horny she made me. We found our seats and leaned back in comfort to enjoy our ride and wait for our traveling partners.
"Would you like a pillow or a blanket?" I stared. It was the friendly air hostess I met a few weeks ago, Candy. "Perhaps, something else?" She grinned at me and Lilly stared. There was no denying what Candy meant with her offer. I had one choice, play it cool.
"No thank you, Candy. I think we have everything we need right at the moment. However, when you come back this way, my friend and I would enjoy a glass of champagne." Her smile disappeared and she nodded, leaving Lilly and I alone. My guess was I wasn't on Candy's playlist anymore.
"Very friendly service they have on here. Do you get that kind of treatment everywhere you go?" I could tell Lilly wasn't too happy about my interaction with the ditzy blonde but there was nothing I could do about it. Besides, what did she care if Candy and I were members of the mile high club?
"Yes, very friendly indeed. I travel a lot in this region. It is nice when they can remember who you are, "I smirked.
"Well she certainly remembers you. You must have left quite an impression on her."
"I try to treat everyone, especially service providers, with courtesy and kindness. As you can see today, it pays to do so. Ah, here is our champagne. Thank you, Candy." I took the glasses from Candy and passed one to Lilly. "To this weekend. I hope it is a memorable one for you and me." We sipped our drinks in silence. All I wanted to do was strip her down and stare at her beautiful body, especially those perfect breasts with the rosebud pink nipples. I wondered if she would object to joining the mile high club.
"Bullet! Here we are at long last! How long has it been?" It was Rafe, the blonde Icelander who some women would describe as a Norse god. He had a muscular, fit body that he loved to show off to anyone that would look. I was surprised and grateful that he was not wearing a mesh shirt or a tank top. Since the last time I saw him, about six months ago, he let his light blonde hair grow long. He extended his big hand to me and I shook it.
"It has been a few months. Good to see you. Won't you introduce us to your friend?" I stared at the girl, Eve; I presumed that stood beside him. Like all of Rafe's women, she was tiny—petite. She could not be more than 5 feet tall and probably weighed about 85 to 90 pounds with her clothing on. She had a perfect hourglass figure and I wondered if she had had some work done and if so by whom? Eve had ridiculously long hair; it hung to her waist in a sheet of dark brown waves. She had olive skin and big dark eyes, quite the opposite of my weekend friend.
"This is my friend, Eve. Thank you for inviting us this weekend. We are looking forward to some time away." Rafe squeezed Eve's hand affectionately. I guess they were an item. That would be a first for Rafe. He was a physical guy but not affectionate, per se.
"Eve, Rafe this is..." Lilly extended her hand to the petite brunette and then the muscular Rafe. "I am Lilly. So nice to meet you both." Lilly smiled at the pair and Candy arrived with more champagne and pillows. Rafe's eyes scanned Lilly appreciatively; I'd have to tell him later that she was hands off. Eve nodded and greeted us in an unknown, thick accent.
Oh yes, this was going to be an interesting weekend.