Chapter 21

The Guillermo Distraction

MacBeth was picked up and driven home the next day by one of her staff. When Jason met her at the doors to the manor, she told him to have the Escape, now sitting in the drive, washed and waxed; they had driven through some construction areas. He nodded to her as MacBeth went inside the Manor. She had decided to move back into the Manor while Memo was in town. Not only did he love the Manor, but he was used to servants hovering around all the time. Besides, it would be a nice change.

MacBeth spent Monday through Thursday in court and depositions. An obstetrician at PPTH was being sued and it was going to go to trial the next month. MacBeth was sure that it would settle, but she wanted to wear down the Plaintiff's lawyer who had congratulated her on House's trial. Just as she suspected, the word was out about her winning a trial representing the world famous asshole--House. She would make an offer on the case next week, a generous one even though she wasn't convinced that the doctor had really screwed up. The facts of the case revealed that the obstetrician should have handled the baby's death with more finesse, but he had handled the medicine within the standard of care. But, MacBeth knew that going to trial over dead babies was difficult for everyone and if the jury saw it differently the Plaintiff could win big.

On Friday, she took the day off and went to meet Guillermo at the airport. His private jet landed on the tarmac sending a smile shooting across her face. She really did have fond feelings for him. The doors opened and Guillermo paused at the top of the stairs looking like a movie star wearing Dolce and Gabana. They made a striking couple. MacBeth wore a long sleeve emerald green blouse from the forties with a forties pencil skirt. Women and men looked at them as they walked through the airport. They kissed each other just as they reached the exit.. When they got to the Jaguar, Jason opened the doors to the back seat for them.

"Hello Jason." Guillermo said.

"Hello Mr. Castillo, nice to have you back with us. I hope your flight was comfortable."

"Yes, it was."

In the back seat Guillermo turned to her, smiled and kissed her. "You look so much better. I am so happy to see you have gained some weight. You still need to gain some more, but then you always did."

MacBeth snickered, Memo was like a lot of Latin men, he liked a little meat on his women. "Never too rich or too thin."

"In your case, you're both." He grabbed her up in his arms and French kissed her. She kissed back; it was nice to have a man who knew instinctively what you needed. And right now MacBeth needed some ego stroking; having House walk out on her was frustrating and ego-deflating.

When they arrived at the Manor, Memo's luggage was taken by Jason into MacBeth's bedroom which was located in the corner of the third floor. They followed Jason into the huge room. Guillermo walked over to the wall of bay windows and looked out to the woods and lake. A mist hung over the lake in the mornings; this view from her window always made him feel calm and peaceful. He remembered that MacBeth had insisted that there be no drapes on the windows to block her view. Since the windows were facing the west, the morning sun was gentle when it crept into the room. At his request one year, she did purchase a large oriental screen that, if need be, could be placed in front of the windows to block the afternoon sun and give them some privacy. However, a few years ago she had the window glazing replaced with a glass that, when an electric pulse was sent through liquid particles between the dual panes, would turn the glass opaque, adding both privacy and blocking the sun in the late afternoon.

MacBeth carried Memo's toiletry bag into the large bathroom complete with gorgeous black and light coral-pink veined marble imported from Italy. The antique fixtures were gold plated, the floor was heated and the shower had dual shower heads. It was a mixture of the old with the new.

She started a bath for him in the Jacuzzi and grabbed the black and coral-pink towels and washcloth. Watching him undress, she marveled at the beauty of his body. It was long, slender, but his muscles were toned and masculine. Guillermo always enjoyed a bath after a long plane ride. Starting the Jacuzzi jets for him, she invited him to climb in as she rolled up her sleeves and began to wash his back, his chest and his arms. She kissed his ear and neck as she reached down and washed his genitals. He leaned back and looked up, smiling. She leaned in and kissed him.

When he got out of the bath he went into her dressing room where Jason had put his luggage on the long leather bench in the middle of the room. While he put on his boxers she unpacked and put away some of his clothes into the built in maple dressers. Then MacBeth placed a set of his clothes and hair brush on the small dressing table that lined the short wall of the room.

He grabbed her and pulled her with him onto her bed. It felt good to be back. He always felt at home in the Manor. Looking around, he saw the familiar ceiling painted in a mural of the Goddess Athena in the clouds with nymphs and birds. The ceiling actually bowed up into a dome giving the mural three dimensional qualities. The entire room, including the bedclothes, rugs and artwork, was in sky blues and the cream white of the clouds. It was feminine but not over the top. There was a chaise and overstuffed chair in front of the rather large fireplace. Over the fireplace hung an unfamiliar painting of a woman putting on make-up. Guillermo recognized from the style of painting that it must be a Seurat.

Guillermo began stroking her hair and looking at her face. He kissed her quickly on the lips and then pulled her over to him so that he could hold her for a few minutes. She liked to be held by Guillermo. It wasn't a deep embrace and it wasn't a friendly hug. It was one of those hugs that felt strong without being overwhelming.

He wanted to tell her how very much he loved her but he knew that telling her, even though she knew it, would be the death knell to what they had. He had her crumbs. Whatever throwaway feelings MacBeth could spare, Guillermo gladly sopped them up. He wasn't like this with anyone else. All the other women wanted him, wanted to be owned by him, wanted him to give them encouragement, attention, love. MacBeth just wanted to have fun, some affection, and enjoy each other's company. There were no demands made on him or his time despite the fact that he would gladly give them to her.

He kissed her lips, pulled back and looked at her face smattered with freckles, eyes of a grey blue that looked like the ocean on a cloudy day, ears perfectly formed and her hair growing back in waves of soft honey blonde strands. Her nose was small with just the tiniest of upturns. Her lips were not full but a perfect fit for the frame of her head. To Guillermo she was beautiful, more beautiful than the numerous models he had bedded. She had captured his heart when they were fifteen. They had been the first for each other. He knew every inch of her, had explored her body from head to toe. He knew what she liked and he made sure she got it. He was generous with her, far more generous than he was with any other woman.

He took her top off slowly and then undid her bra. He undressed himself and then took one nipple in his mouth. He first licked her pink nipple and then sucked it gently while he massaged her left breast. She watched him and he looked up to her and smiled. He kissed her mouth and then slipped his hand up her skirt and under the elastic of her panties. He found the moist, warm part between her legs and slipped his finger in and out until he could feel her position herself for better contact. She was starting to respond just as he pulled his hand back, flipped up her skirt and pulled the panties down until they fell to the floor. He grabbed the condom he had on the nightstand, opened it and put it on. Then Memo unbuttoned her skirt, pulled it off and was left with just her nakedness. Looking down on her, he firmly opened her legs and found her clitoris with his tongue, playing with it while she giggled from the pleasure it brought her. He could smell her excitement. It wasn't unpleasant like some women; it was musky and warm. It aroused him and he wanted desperately to enter her but he knew that the best time to enter her was just as she started to peak, when he could still feel the contractions and feel her bucking. It didn't take long. When she started thrusting up he spread her legs wider, guiding himself inside the tight warm cavern. He started giving her short thrusts that became deeper and deeper until she began moaning. He lost all control, stopping his thrusting as he ejaculated. He didn't want to crush her so he gently withdrew and collapsed onto his back trying to catch his breath.

"It's not fair for you to know so much about me. You know just what to do and when." MacBeth said.

"You're breasts and hips are filling out again. Thank God, I don't feel like I'm making love to a skeleton anymore." He paused and stroked her face, down her neck and then her breasts. "It's hard to keep from coming too soon. Your body makes me want to consume it."

She smiled and held him, looking in the familiar brown eyes Macbeth said sincerely, "I honestly wish it were you Memo. I wish with all my heart that it was you."

"I know darling, I know. Let's just enjoy what we do have while we can, mi amor."

They kissed and held each other until they fell asleep.

***

Saturday the staff was in high gear, preparing for the dinner. MacBeth got up and went riding while Guillermo slept in. When she returned she checked in on Guillermo and found him still sleeping so she took a shower dressed for the day, donning an outfit from the 1940s. She slipped on a pair of women's cotton trousers, a rosie the riveter scarf and a short sleeved blouse with cuffs on the sleeves and large white buttons. She looked up and saw a sleepy Guillermo in the nude standing in the doorway of her closet. He looked so appealing with a more than adequate member and a very sexy happy trail leading up his abdomen. His long arms which were folded against his chest over a perfect patch of chest hair. He was all male. She only wished she loved him like he loved her.

"Don't you look sexy standing there exposed to the world?"

"Why don't you come back to bed?" He said.

"Oh honey, I can't. It's already noon and I have a lot to do."

"Come on, you can take one hour to let me make you feel good."

She walked over, hung her arms around him and pressed up against his body. The response next to her abdomen told her one thing, she wanted him. He picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"Guillermo, I just don't have time."

He looked disappointed.

"Oh, all right. But why don't you lay back and let me give you something to dream about?"

He smiled and took his place on the bed as she began kissing the happy trail down to his member. When she brought out her tongue and teased him with little darts and licks, he chuckled. "You are a tease, aren't you?"

She placed her tongue under the rim and ran it around the edge and then, as her hand moved up and down, she sucked, licked and stroked. "Dios, Mac, si, si...ah...si." He came over and over. One thing about Guillermo, he was great at making orgasms last.

Grabbing the Egyptian cotton wash cloth, MacBeth washed her face, gargled and brushed her teeth before returning to the bedroom to find a sleeping Guillermo. She smiled at the naked man she had known as a teenage boy; he was so beautiful in so many ways. MacBeth didn't wake him, he always had a hard time sleeping on planes and ended up exhausted when he reached the USA. She went into the dining room to supervise. Several extensions to the large table were removed, leaving a dozen places. MacBeth spent a lot of time in the kitchen with the staff. They actually enjoyed having her in the kitchen because she was funny and irreverent. She didn't treat them like servants, she treated them like treasured employees. They were all well paid for the jobs they did and had health benefits at PPTH. It meant that they had to drive to Princeton, but very few households gave their staff medical benefits.

Around 2:30 p.m. Guillermo came downstairs fresh from a shower in a black silk polo shirt that hugged his toned frame and black trousers, no shoes or socks. The maid told him where MacBeth was so he ran down the stairs to the kitchen. The kitchen was composed of several rooms, a dry goods storage room, a freezer and butchering room and the main kitchen. Across the hall from the main kitchen was the linen closet which was a 10'x12' room lined with shelves laden with linens for the tables, bedrooms and baths. Behind the linen room was the wash room with two sets of industrial washers and dryers.

He could hear laughter coming from the kitchen and when he stepped inside he found MacBeth and a Latino helper doing the cha-cha to "Smooth" by Santana. Although the kid was good, Guillermo motioned him move out of the way. Guillermo took MacBeth in his arms and started to cha-cha with her, their steps perfectly matched, her rhythm in perfect timing with his body. Macbeth could feel the curve of his muscles as her hand rested on his upper arm. He was the perfect example of the Latin lover with all the right moves, his body graceful and sensual as he continued to lead her in the dance. Guillermo knew exactly how to lead MacBeth since he had taught her to dance when they were teens. As they danced, they started laughing, enjoying each other's moves. When it was over, MacBeth was out of breath and had to sit down on one of the kitchen stools. The whole kitchen clapped and whistled. They were used to Guillermo. For twenty years he had been a regular at the Manor and frequently followed MacBeth into the service areas of the Manor. He would never think of doing this in Argentina or his home in England, but things were always different in the USA. There was more of a blur between the staff and the residents.

When they were done dancing the cooks sat Guillermo down at the stainless steel cook's table and fed him Eggs Benedict and steak with fresh coffee and toast. He ate greedily and with a big smile on his face. MacBeth was helping with the sauce for the peppercorn filet mignon wrapped in bacon that was being served that evening. There would also be a choice of perch in tomato-mango salsa for those who did not want red meat. The meat had been imported from Argentina which pleased Guillermo.

Around six p.m. both Guillermo and MacBeth went upstairs to dress for dinner. Guillermo put on a dinner jacket and MacBeth chose her champagne satin 1920's Jean Harlow dress, purchased from the actresse's wardrobe and altered to fit MacBeth. It was floor length, showed her cleavage and had seams shaped in v's going down the entire skirt. Guillermo whistled when she came out of the dressing room. She was not wearing a wig, instead she had brought in a hairdresser to curl her now 4" length hair into curls all over her head in a 1920's look. Her makeup was light except for her eyes which were lined in black eyeliner, heavy mascara and peacock blue eyeshadow. She wore a long diamond necklace that stopped short of her breasts. Her lips were a deep red. Guillermo wanted to ravish her but knew that she would howl with protests even if he only tried to kiss her.

MacBeth had been around Guillermo for long enough to know his looks, "Oh God, if you want a kiss, I can put the lipstick back on, but no hanky panky...this took an hour to achieve."

He reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest, kissing her with just a little tongue. She kissed back and when they pulled away she smiled at the red lipstick on Guillermo's mouth. "You look good in red."

He wiggled his eyebrows, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. Walking back to the bathroom, MacBeth applied the lipstick and then they made their way downstairs to the living room on the second floor. Guillermo went to the piano and started playing as MacBeth poured him a drink.