Chapter Nineteen

(Wendy arrives with a bag of curlers under the pretense that she's returning them to Suzi. She rings the doorbell. While buttoning his shirt, Warren answers the door.)

~May or early June of 1983~

Wendy: Hi.

Warren: Good morning. You're up and out pretty early this morning.

Wendy: Yeah. Is Suzi here?

Warren: No.

Wendy: (holds up the bag of curlers) I just dropped off this stuff I borrowed.

Warren: (grins knowingly) Wendy, Suzi has class this morning.

Wendy: Right. I completely forgot.

Warren: Did you?

Wendy: Yeah. My head is like a zoo these days.

Warren: There's nothing wrong with your head. You knew Suzi wasn't here. Come on in.

(Wendy enters Warren's apartment as he checks her out)

(Next Scene - Warren shows Wendy plans for the renovation of the club)

Warren: Martin likes this one for the back room and I like this one, whattya think?"

Wendy: (agrees with Warren's choice) Ohhh this one definitely.

Warren: Yeah? I like your taste, lady. (Warren sits down on the couch extremely close to Wendy) I'll tell ya something. I never get to talk about this with anyone anymore. Suzi doesn't seem to care two hoots about anything that goes on at the club.

Wendy: (standing up) I'm sure it's because - well, it's not that she doesn't want to.

Warren: (approaches Wendy from behind) Could have fooled me.

Wendy: Warren, you need to understand how important school is to Suzi.

Warren: Why? Does she give a damn about anything that's important to me... me and my friends?

Wendy: (Warren shows Wendy a clear box filled with colorful jelly beans) What's that?

Warren: It's a box with jelly beans. (he opens the box) Do you want one?

Wendy: (grabs two jelly beans) One is never enough. Thank you.

Warren: This guy came into the club the other day -

Wendy: Is this a joke? (She sits on the couch and he joins her)

Warren: (Chuckles) No, this is a true story. And he came up to the bar and said he wanted a double martini. Well, I told him the bar was closed. But well, he told me he just found out his wife was having triplets and he was really bent out of shape, so I gave him one. And when he left he was so grateful that I opened the bar for him that he gave me this box. (Warren caresses the top of the box with a single finger) It's got M & M written on it. You know if you turn it this way, it says W and W. What do you suppose that stands for?

Wendy: I- I don't know.

Warren: Sure you do. Warren and Wendy. It must be fate. (he caresses Wendy's arm) Warren and Wendy. (he caresses her hair) It even sounds right.

Wendy: (struggling to control her passion) Warren. Warren, don't.

Warren: (his mouth gets closer to Wendy's) Don't fight it? (Warren kisses Wendy's shoulder)

Wendy: (her voice becomes husky as he kisses right above her breasts) Warren, it isn't right.

Warren: (pulling back to look into Wendy's eyes) Ohhh it may not be right... but it WILL be good.

(he lowers her onto the couch as they kiss frantically)

Characters in this segment: Warren & Wendy

M & M

Wendy got lost in the sensation of his kiss and his tongue moving against hers. She forgot about Suzi and the fact that she could walk in on them at any second. She forgot all about it being wrong, because it felt so incredibly right, being in Warren's arms. She popped all the buttons on his shirt as she frantically tore it off, exposing his hard, sexy chest. She lightly caressed his muscles as they kissed. Her touches were slowly exploring his skin - so tender and so soft.

He groaned into the kiss, but he didn't tear his lips away from hers. She might protest. She might say, "Warren, don't," even though her eyes and her lips had been telling him "yes."

He felt her caresses, her fingertips brushing against his skin. It was the first time they had kissed. He had been wanting this so damn long and it was absolutely perfect. Their passion was mind-blowing. He knew by her response she was feeling it, too. She had torn away his buttons and left his shirt lying carelessly on the floor. He was on top of her on the couch as his body pressed against hers. "Wendy," he moaned as his mouth finally broke away from hers.

She could breathe again. She was sucking in air frantically as he nibbled on her neck, softly licking at the tiny bites. She ran her fingers through his hair as she tried to catch her breath. Their kiss had been wild and hot. This was like nothing she had ever felt before and it scared her. She wanted to push him away. She wanted to escape, but instead, her long red nails scraped against his back.

Her fingernails digging into his flesh heightened his arousal. He undid her top, pulling it away from her breasts ever-so-slowly as he gazed into her eyes. She was still gasping for breath as he pulled the fabric away. When his mouth captured a nipple, she let out a strangled scream. She tightened her fingers in his hair. Instead of trying to pull him away from her sensitive flesh, she held him in place, enjoying the tugging sensation of his mouth upon her turgid nipple. She made little noises in the back of her throat, but nothing she spoke was in the least bit coherent. She was totally lost in a dance of dangerous desire.

When she arched toward his mouth, he left a blazing trail of kisses over to the other breast. He kissed it, too, then he licked her hardened nipple. "YES!" he heard her cry out as he wrapped his tongue around it expertly.

He knew he had her then. There was no going back, because she was his.

Even so, her conscious was catching up to her. She slid out from under him and gave him a little push. "No. I - I can't," she said, although she wanted him with all of her heart and soul.

She reached for her top, putting it on hastily, so it barely even covered her lovely breasts. Warren couldn't help but smirk. Her lips were crushed from his kisses and she looked like she was in desperate need of pleasure.

She almost ran from him, but he clasped her hand and said, "Hey, don't go. Let me show you how to relax completely. Let go, Wendy. Just let go."

Once again, she got lost in those ebony eyes of his and the smooth silk that was his voice. When he stood up from the couch shirtless, he held her hand and lead her slowly away toward the bedroom. She came close - so close, but then she darted away from him at the last minute and out the door. He couldn't catch her and he didn't even try. Instead, he stood in the doorway watching her hasty departure with a mischievous smile.

His voice rumbled in his chest. "She'll be back," he said with confidence.