Dominos
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: This didn't actually happen. I own Courtney.
A/N: As always, I appreciate the reviews from JoMode, Rossi's Lil Devil, andSonib89. *Sigh* I love the love I'm getting here. Anyways, not to give anything away, but it's still gonna be a bit until we find out Courtney's entire story. It'll be worth the wait (or at least, I hope so). The tension just keeps on rising between these two. I love the suspense. Hope everyone enjoys this one. Love you guys! XoXoXo
"You know, I was thinking that since we have off tonight, I might be able to take you out for that dinner that I owe you," Stu suggested nonchalantly, as he and Courtney got settled into their new hotel room.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Courtney replied.
"Why not?" he questioned, his eyes focused on her, as she finally looked up at him. "I think it's a great idea. I went ahead and messed up our first dinner together. I want to make it right by you," he explained.
"I…um…I don't think that's a very good idea," she repeated herself, before looking away from him.
"Please?" he pleaded with her. "I want to show you the real me."
"Stu, I think we need to start being a lot more careful."
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"We're really pushing this. It was one thing when you would make inappropriate comments about me and about my body, and I would rub up against you just to tease you and turn you on for my own sick, twisted pleasure. But when you're looking to spend time with me, and looking for us to be a lot more…affectionate towards each other…that's going a little further than it should," Courtney told him, warningly.
Stu put his hands on his hips. "Courtney, I promise you that I'm not trying to manipulate you or take advantage of you or mislead you or anything like that. I'm just simply trying to take you out to dinner tonight…a dinner that we already went out on but was completely ruined because I'm a fucking moron with a big mouth, who doesn't know when to not put my oversized foot in said mouth," he spoke. Courtney knew that he was being sincere towards her. But she was more concerned about the possibilities that the prospect of going out to dinner held, especially knowing that this was more than sexual to him.
"We've already complicated things…a lot. I just don't want to do even more damage to what should be a working relationship."
"You know very well that we don't just have a working relationship. Not in the least. I'm too busy always trying to play grab ass with you, and you're too busy teasing me to the point that I have to run off and take care of business in the bathroom because you won't do it for me. I'm not asking for anything other than for you to come out to dinner with me. No strings attached. No funny business. I promise. I'm not trying to do anything else."
Courtney took a deep breath and shook her head, knowing that she was making a decision that could really bite her in the ass. "Against my better judgment, fine. I'll go to dinner with you. But don't fuck this up. Please."
Stu smiled, elated that she'd agreed to dinner. "I won't. You won't regret this."
The brunette finally allowed a smile to escape her lips. "Sure, I won't. You better hope you don't make me regret this."
"I'm gonna make sure that we have the best time ever tonight…and I already made reservations, so…make sure that you get dressed up again."
"Oh my God. You're turning this into a date," she accused.
"No. I'm just trying to make up for what I did when you first got here, and I was a complete bastard to you."
She rolled her eyes. "I bet."
That night, Courtney was putting the finishing touches on her look for the evening. She was unsure of how the night was going to go, but she was trying to remain confident in Stu. She just didn't trust that he wasn't going to try to woo her. She knew how he felt about her, and she knew that he wasn't going to give up trying to pursue her.
She looked in the bathroom mirror. Her makeup was perfect. She put her hair up in a simple updo. Courtney had taken her time deciding on what to wear to this dinner. And she had decided on an Emilio Pucci one-shoulder Sheer Gold dress. She paired it with her Jimmy Choo collar mirrored-leather sandals. She walked out of the bathroom, feeling anxious, hoping that he would like what he saw. Stu's back was to her. She grabbed her Marchesa clutch. It bothered her that she actually felt nervous and self-conscious. She wanted to look good for the man that she was trying to keep from wanting more than what they had. She took a deep breath.
"Alright. I'm ready when you are," Courtney spoke. Stu quickly turned around to face her, as he was still adjusting his tie. She was really surprised to notice that he had a tie on. She, then, noticed that he was wearing a suit, with the jacket laying on the couch. He had on black pants, a dark red shirt, and a black tie.
"Wow," he breathed, his eyes coming to rest on the woman standing on the other side of the room.
"What?" she asked, feeling unsure about how she looked. His eyes made her question herself. She hated that he had that kind of effect on her. "Do I look alright? Maybe I should change? This dress doesn't look right on me…"
"No…no…you look…incredible," he assured her, his eyes taking in the sight. "Seriously, Court. You look absolutely beautiful."
A smile found its way across her lips. "You really think so?"
"Absolutely," he responded.
"You look great. I've never seen you with a tie on," she told him, trying not to blatantly stare at him.
Stu smiled at her. "Thank you," he spoke, his eyes still glued to the brunette.
Courtney couldn't lie. Regardless of how she felt about any feelings that existed between the two, it still felt really nice to be complimented by Stu.
"Um…is my tie sticking out from underneath my collar?" he questioned.
She stepped behind him and examined the collar of the shirt, to see if the tie was sticking out. "I don't see it. You're good," she told him.
"Thank you." He took his jacket and put it on over his shirt. He double-checked that he had his wallet and cellphone in his pockets. "Ready to go?"
"Yup."
"Alright." Stu grabbed the car keys off of the desk. He opened the hotel room door. Courtney walked out into the hallway. He followed behind her, closing the door. The pair walked down the hallway.
Stu felt nervous. She looked so perfect. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to control himself tonight and not try to push the limits of their relationship. But he had to keep his word. Stu needed her to trust him.
As they approached the elevators, one set of doors opened. Danielle stepped out, sweaty, in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Courtney resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the sight of the blonde's face lighting up at the sight of the Englishman.
"Hey guys," she greeted, a smile plastered on her face.
"Hi Danielle," Stu greeted her.
"Hey" was all Courtney managed to muster, in an attempt to control her intense dislike…or hatred…for her.
"You two are all dressed up," she commented, placing a hand on Stu's arm for a moment, before allowing her arm to return back to her side.
"Yes. We're actually headed out to dinner," he explained to her.
"Oh. Like a date or something?" Danielle questioned, some disappointment in her tone. Courtney resisted the urge to smile at that.
"Not exactly, but I am taking Courtney out."
"Oh…well, then, maybe you two would like some company…since it isn't a date," the blonde suggested.
Courtney did her best to not gag in front of them. She didn't feel like having to punch Danielle in the face in the middle of the hotel. That would not look good. Besides, she liked the dress she was wearing, she didn't want to stain it with that bitch's blood.
"Actually, I only made reservations for the two of us. But maybe some other time," Stu spoke, trying to be polite.
Courtney was relieved that Stu told her she couldn't join them. Of course, it didn't make her feel very good to hear him tell her that maybe she could go out with him some other time. As much as she hated to admit it, Courtney found herself to be very jealous whenever Danielle made her way into the picture.
"Alright. I'll have to take you up on that. Maybe the two of us can have a nice…dinner…or a date."
Courtney was getting really annoyed now. She rolled her eyes, walked into the elevator, ignoring the blonde who didn't know how to not act like a bitch. She roughly pushed the button for the lobby.
"Well, we're going to be later for dinner. I'll see you later, Danielle," Stu said, stepping into the elevator with Courtney, as the doors began closing without him in the elevator car, causing the doors to reopen.
"Bye Stu," she said with a little wave to the Englishman, a flirtatious tone in her voice. As the elevator doors finally shut, Courtney didn't resist the urge to make a gagging motion. Danielle was just too much for her to have to deal with.
"What was that about?" Stu asked her.
"What was what about?" she replied, pretending to have no idea what he could be talking about.
"You were a little rude to her," he replied. "Well, more than a little."
She thought for a moment, finding her body temperature rise just thinking about what had transpired. "You know, you're right, Stu. My sincerest apologies. I should have gone back to the room and left you two alone," she spitefully spat.
Stu raised a confused eyebrow. "Am I missing something here?"
"Apparently, you're missing something really great…a date with the blonde who has quite a beak on that ugly face of hers," Courtney shot back.
"IS something wrong that I'm not quite understanding? I'm really confused," he continued questioning her.
"No. Not a fucking thing," she replied, as the elevator doors opened. Courtney quickly walked out, feeling overwhelmed with jealousy and anger. Stu followed behind her. He grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Courtney, stop it! What the hell is your problem?"
"You can take that stupid bitch out to dinner, since that's what you'd obviously prefer," Courtney offered.
Stu furrowed his brow. "Who? Danielle?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah. She's the one who's so desperate to get on top of that dick. And I'm not the one putting out here. Maybe you shouldn't be taking me out anywhere and should start taking her out to dinner…and wherever the hell else you want to take her."
"Courtney, you know I'm not taking you out to dinner to sleep with you," he told her, his voice calm.
"Clearly. You don't need me to fuck you when you can just come back afterwards and fuck blondie."
Stu allowed a smirk to make its way across his face. "Courtney, don't take this the wrong way, but…are you jealous?" he questioned her.
"That's ridiculous."
"Answer the question, love."
"No! I'm not jealous. In fact, I'm so not jealous that I'm the complete opposite of jealous!" she quickly and adamantly defended herself.
Stu laughed. He pulled her closer to him and leaned down so that only she could hear him speak. "I would much rather go to dinner with you and know that there's no way in hell I'm getting any than to go to dinner with her…or anyone else…and know I would get it."
She gave him a suspicious look. "Oh really?"
"You really have to question me on that? Where am I now? Who am I with right now about to go out to dinner?" he asked her.
"With me," she mumbled in reply.
"Exactly. Now, please, let's go to dinner and have a great night. And don't even waste your time focusing on Danielle. Alright, sweetheart?"
Courtney nodded. He tilted her chin up with his finger and pressed a small kiss onto her forehead. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and the two headed towards the garage, where the car was parked.
"I can't believe you'd get so jealous of Danielle," he told her with a laugh.
"I wasn't jealous."
"Oh really? You actually expect me to believe that?"
"Well, she acts like a complete idiot. It's frustrating to watch her fawn all over you, when I'm hungry and trying to go to dinner."
"Because you're jealous?"
"No."
Stu laughed. "You may try to deny it every chance you can, but I think that you like me…at least just a little bit."
"Oh don't flatter yourself."
"I'm not. You're the one flattering me. You just keep on stroking my ego. If I have such a massive ego, it's because you've given it to me."
She nudged him with her shoulder. "Don't press your luck."
The two finally arrived at the rented car that was waiting in the garage. He opened Courtney's door for her. She got in. Stu got in on the driver's side. He started it. "I promise you, I'm going to make this a much better experience than the last one," he assured her. He typed the restaurant's address into the navigation system in the car.
Courtney smiled. "I hope so."
He pulled out of the parking lot and followed the directions. "You know, you look absolutely stunning tonight," Stu told her.
"Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself."
"Thank you. We look pretty good together, eh?"
"Don't get all mushy on me now, Bennett."
"I'm not. I'm just saying…we're two very good-looking people," he defended himself.
"Riiight."