Simply Irresistible
Chapter Four

The following morning...

Christian groaned as he lifted himself up out of bed. "Oh my God, what time is it..." He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. 7:00 am. "Great."

He slowly and effortlessly walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower water. "Another great day at the office," he mumbled to himself as he undressed and entered.

He let the water run down his body, still tense and slightly sore from the previous afternoon.

"He never has a good reason. It's always 'I was getting laid' or 'I was buying a new car'. I'm sick of it, and if he doesn't get here soon so I can yell at him about it, I'll... I'll-"

"You'll what?" Christian replied coming in from behind.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Christian rinsed his hair. 'I really give Sean a lot of trouble... and I don't credit him as much as I should. Nor do I show him respect.' Christian's life seemed dark lately. After everything with Kimber, Escobar, and then Wilbur turning out to not be his...

Gina restricted him from seeing him. He didn't blame her either. Who would want a sex-craze sycophant raising their child? Hell, even Christian wouldn't want someone like himself to be in charge of a kid. Especially a baby... no way. The thought of it is not only irresponsible, but just plain idiotic.

Christian's mind wandered over to Grace. He began fantasizing about her. Her breasts, her thighs, her lips... He began to picture her tongue rolling over and over his body. He felt himself growing hard at the thought of her beautiful naked body on his crimson sheets...

A loud noise. Christian snapped back to reality, realizing that the bar of soap that had been present in his hand was on the floor, snapped in two. "Shit. God damn it."

Christian bent down and lifted the two halves of soap, trying to push them back together as if it were a puzzle that automatically would glue together when touching. Not so with the soap bar, and he was so upset he threw both pieces hard on the tiled-shower floor, breaking it into four.

x x x

"You're late."

"I'm pissed," Christian replied to his best friend, Sean McNamara. "Done PMSing yet... buddy?"

"I took a much-needed vacation."

"Really? Wow... a half a day... that sounds like a great vaca."

"Well it was enough to have sex with the Mrs., so all's well that ends well."

"Mmm. Well, next time you decide to just walk out like that, you should really think twice about leaving me all alone to work three surgeries and a consultation in one measly afternoon. Got it?"

"You're not the boss of me."

"Oh... oh I'm not the boss of you. Okay. Fine. If that's the way you wanna play it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't have to tell you; you're not the boss of me," Christian bitched.

"I think you're the one PMSing, okay? Why don't you go take a Midol or something."

"'Go take a Midol'? Wow... did you think of that all by yourself? NO. That comeback has only been used, oh, a hundred times."

"Okay, both of you just shut up," Liz shouted. "What the hell has gotten into you two? You guys are more bitchy than I've ever been."

"Nothing's wrong," Sean replied, faking complete calmness. "Christian and I were just discussing how well he had done in the procedures without my help... for once."

Christian's face had a befuddled expression. "Oh, oh, so now you're saying I couldn't do anything without you?"

"Yes. Yes, Christian, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Oh-ho-hoooo...." Christian looked hard at Sean. "Fine then. I quit. Since apparently I am worthless without my Seanie-poo."

"You can't quit. You're bound by contract," Sean rambled. "You quit, and everything you've bought with the money you made while we were partners goes to me, and don't think I won't hold back."

"Fine... you can have it. As if Mr. Troy didn't leave me a good enough fortune. You know as well as I do I didn't even have to come into this business with you. So why don't you go screw yourself, you cheap bastard."

"Shut up, Asshole."

"I'm sorry, but in case you forgot... You're not the boss of me. Especially now that we don't even work together," Christian screamed. "So why don't you just leave me the hell alone."

A door slam. Grace stood watching from the doorway as Christian had walked out the doors of McNamara/Troy. "Oh, smooth move, Sean. Now you really are working all by yourself." Grace disappeared into her office, the door closing much more gently than the previous one. Liz gave Sean one of her "You're-such-an-idiot" looks, and she as well turned towards the hall of offices.

"Shit," Sean yelled. He breathed: "God damn it."

x x x

Christian's lips moved expertly across Grace's thighs, her moans only motivating him to go further. His right hand caressed her breasts. Another moan escaped her lips as his fingers traced her nipple perfectly, the skill his hands contained showing through in all areas of pleasure. His lips began heading towards her-

"Christian!" Grace called. "Christian are you in there?" Christian Troy opened his eyes to find it had only been a dream, laying on his stomach, his right hand on the edge of his pillow, and his sheets covered in what he hoped was drool. "Christian?"

"Yeah," he answered groggily. "Come in... Door's unlocked."

Grace Santiago opened the door and walked briskly toward his bed. "Christian, I don't think you should've quit last week. Sean's a real wreck-"

"And whose fault is that? Certainly not mine."

"Oh would you just quit acting like a child," she yelled, yet whispered. "You are so immature sometimes, I don't know why women ever go for you."

"Oh really?" Christian asked the rhetorical, raising an eyebrow along with it.

"Oh, Christian," Grace moaned, "oh, God, yes."

Christian rocked back in forth slowly, as he felt himself pulse from another one of Grace's orgasms. "Oh, Chri- oh..."

'Another one already? I must be getting better... if that's at all possible,' Christian boasted to himself. "Oh," Christian practically yelled, it was his turn.

The two released together this time, and Christian pulled himself out, taking a Kleenex and wrapping and tossing the condom in the trash. Grace still lay on her back, still arching - aftermath very strong.

Christian climbed on top of her again, her eyes lighting up hoping to get even more pleasure. Christian leaned his face down, his lips centimeters away from hers. "That's why women go for me," he whispered. With that, he picked himself up off the bed and headed off towards the shower. Grace got up and followed.

"What, so that's it?" Grace asked.

Christian turned around, slightly surprised by the question. "Uh... yeah."

"I don't believe this. I don't believe you, you... you immature, self-absorbed prick."

"Stop it, you're hurting my feelings," he said, monotone.

"I thought this time would be different."

"What?" Christian said, amusement showing through. "Come again? - No pun intended."

Grace sighed disgustedly. "For the past month it just seems like we've-"

"We've what? Connected? Well if by connection you mean you snooping through my business then yeah. We've connected quite powerfully. Or if by connection you mean my dick in your pussy then yeah. Definite connection there."

"You're slime," she spat. "You disgust me."

"Really? That's not the feeling that was coming off of you two minutes ago."

"Do you really think you can live like this forever? Moving from woman to woman to woman until the day you die?"

"Uh... yeah."

"What about when your seventy-five? Kind of hard to pick up 'chicks' then, eh?"

"I'm sorry. Isn't that what bingo night is for?"

"You're a pig."

"Oh, gasp! I've been upgraded!" he exclaimed mockingly.

"Go fuck yourself."

"Well that's saying something, considering that's exactly what I just did to you."

Grace marched out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Christian watched her gather her clothes and leave through the glass. "Until the next time I seduce you, sweetheart..."