A/N - Well howdy y'all!

Sorry I have been away so long. I had some severe medical issues I had to deal with which culminated in me having surgery on my writing arm. So I had to go on total rest of my arm while it healed. I have to have testing on my arm now that it's healed but so far things look good.

So... To make up for my absence I have two chapters today!

A/N - WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT!

Perfect for summer reading!

Thank you for your patience and I will hold my breath while I wait for your reviews!


After about an hour and forty-five minutes, Eliot grabbed for the hand that was closest to him, which happened to be on his left thigh. He was flat on his back as he pulled Floria up to his chest. She hesitated at first, by dragging her feet, but he knew he'd get his way eventually. He leaned up on one elbow, pulled her up over him, and on top of the table with him. Once he had her rolled under him; his hard body firmly planted between her legs, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. Eliot knew he had Floria trapped and right where he wanted her. She wriggled a bit even after his kiss though he held her in place. He kissed her again like he had a while ago… She acquiesced and let him have his way. He saw the shift in her eyes when she realized she was trapped and he smiled devilishly at her. Floria finally kissed him back after she'd crossed some imaginary line in her head. He felt her hands roam all over his form and growled at her when her fingers caressed the side of his left thigh.


Hadn't that been her intention when she first saw him again? To get him to want to rekindle what they had in Las Vegas… Well at least before she realized that he lied to her. Floria's mind and heart told her to fight back and keep herself from more heartache, but her body told her to go for it. It had been a long while since she'd had male company and it knew that he could capably scratch the particular itch she was feeling in that moment. Her mind fought back harder; all this was so unprofessional of her and she wasn't a home wrecker…

"I can't do this, you're married, Eliot or Wes… Whatever the hell your name is."

"I'm not married," he replied with a straight face.

"You're not?"

"No and I can't tell you why or I'd have to kill you. You know how it is…"

"Then what's really your name?"

"Same as the day you met me, darlin'," he spoke and then came down for a lingering kiss.

"Oh, I see…" Floria uttered once he let her up for air.

"What about you?"

"I finished my masters in physical therapy, battled and beat breast cancer with a little reconstruction, and I bought a new home."

"I'm sorry to hear that… Everything okay now?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he kissed her again.

"Good."

He placed a kiss on the favorite spot on her neck and she groaned. Yes, indeed… It had been too long since she'd had male company. She lifted her right leg and curled it over his left thigh.


Later, as he tasted the nectar from Floria's flowering flesh, he happened to look up at her and he suddenly had a vision of Parker! What the hell? He had pictured that it was the blond thief's body, naked, and spread beautifully before him. No, no, no! Where did that thought come from? He looked down before he shook his head to hopefully clear his mind.

"Nooo, ahhh, don't stop, Eliot…" Floria moaned.

He came back to her again and it happened again… He carefully covered up the event, but instead of using his mouth he substituted with his fingers. Suddenly, there weren't any more visions of Parker. So then things progressed to the point where intercourse was about to begin, with protection of course, and he was about to ring the bell of her front door… Just as he was allowed to enter he saw Parker again flash before his eyes as he looked down at the woman below him. He covered up signs that something was wrong with kisses and thrusts; anything to avoid thoughts of Parker. Eliot went about satisfying the female below him and she built up to such a climax rather quickly under his expert ministrations that she had no trouble coming. She fell over the cliff and yelled his name as she had her first orgasm in several months. But things weren't right for Eliot when he came a few moments later… He saw someone else's face when he looked at Floria and cried out that someone else's name…

"Awww fuck… PARKER!"

"What? Did you just call out somebody else's name?" He saw the horrified look on her face. "Who's Parker?"

"It was an accident… I swear," Eliot was panting and trying to slow his fast paced heartbeat.

"You fucking bastard… You are married aren't you? Get off of me. Who's Parker?" She demanded to know.

"Parker is… Parker is…"

How the hell could he explain who Parker was? True, she was a thief and had other skills, but explaining her eccentric behavior would have taken too long.

"Get off of me dammit!" She barked.

Eliot pulled himself off of Floria and stood there in the nude next to the table. This wasn't how he'd planned to spend his early afternoon. He ran his hand through his long hair in frustration.

"Look, Parker is someone I work with."

"Oh I see… You were fucking her instead of me. I see things clearly now…"

"No, you don't, Kitten. I don't want to fuck Parker. I don't know where my calling her name came from… Seriously, I don't."

"Where's my bra?" She asked as she hurriedly began to get dressed.

"Somewhere to your left," he uttered as he pulled his jeans up his legs.

"Thanks."

"You don't have to go… Stay."

"I can't. I can see you have unresolved feelings for this Parker," she was almost dressed so he played his vulnerability card…

"Kitten, I don't have unresolved anything for her…" He sounded sad and defeated to his own ears. "I'm just worried about her. She's working on a project that could get her killed and I obviously can't be there to protect her."

"Listen, you're in denial Eliot. Subconsciously you love her or you would have called out my name…" Floria said and then began to tear down her table that she set up. As soon as she had it all bound together, "I have to go. Thanks for the fuck, Eliot. Come find me if you ever get those feelings resolved."


A few moments later, he heard her engine start as he watched the fire start to die in the fireplace… As much as he hated to admit it, Floria was right. Maybe he did have unresolved feelings for Parker? He knew he didn't want to consciously admit it, but subconsciously… The trick was to get those feelings brought to his conscious mind so he could deal with them. What good were feelings like that to him now? He didn't have time to sit and think about what Floria called him out on… The thief was in California… And he was in Oregon! Eliot decided he needed a shower after his recent physical workout… He sighed and rolled his way into the bathroom. The jeans came down and he was instantly in his birthday suit. He didn't worry about having left his braces behind in the living room. The hot water was abruptly turned on but it came out cold to start. Moments later, he stepped into the warmth of the shower.


Kasey Johnson drove into work that afternoon to drop off Wiley off with Mollyanna. She could have sworn she saw the look of, 'Grumpy Cat,' on his face.

"Don't look at me that way, little man. You know I have to go to work to earn money to buy that special food you like so much."

Wiley E. Cat meowed like he said, "Fine, but I don't have to like it."

"Hey, don't worry, Mollyanna's gonna look after you. You like her don't-cha?"

"I put up with that silly human… But hey I get treats, Aristocats, belly rubs, and scratches more than what you give me at home," Wiley spoke in cat.

"It's just for a few hours and then I'll take you home where you can play until your heart's content. That sound reasonable?"

"No, but, I will survive," he meowed in feline before he lie down in his crate.

Kasey drove into the parking lot and killed the engine before she came around the car to pick up Wiley's crate. She had to pick up her massage table and supplies as well. Up the five steps and into the Victorian style home. It had been built by an eccentric man for his wife. When they both passed away, their children took over the care of the house. Then children of several generations later had it restored and turned it into a business opportunity. The current relatives of the original owners lived upstairs; the ground floor served as the rooms for the business of Johnson & Turner, Massage and Physical Therapists. The basement was storage for everyone. The family wintered in Vancouver, British Columbia because the family snowboarded, skied, and inner tube surfed down mountain sides so they took up a larger portion of the basement than the business. Once she entered the office, Kasey smelled the pumpkin spice coffee Mollyanna had brewing in the machine on a table near the front window of what used to be the parlor.

"I could use a cup or three of that this afternoon. It's very chilly out today."

"Coming up."

"But I only have time for one to go. I came in to drop off the little man and get my table into my car. I have to get to that new client, Mister Abernathy. It's already going to take me a half hour to get there and it's already two fifteen."

Mollyanna took her travel mug, filled it as far as she could comfortably fill it, and still get the lid on. Then she brought it to Kasey.

"Don't worry. Your appointment doesn't start until three."

"I know, but you know how I like to have enough time to set up…"

"Yeah. Have you heard from Floria?" Mollyanna sat in her swivel office chair.

"Nope. I'll check in with her later, unless you do first." No one knew Floria was headed to Las Vegas to erase what happened with Eliot Spencer from her mind. "Thanks. Here's the little man for you to spoil. He's a little moody today. I should be back in a few hours with travel time."

"No problemo, I have a free hand to start his tummy scratches and Aristocats is in the Blu-Ray player…"

"You're a doll, see you later," Kasey turned and left for the basement to get her travel massage table and duffel bag of supplies.