Litha was escorted to one of the larger suites in the sprawling estate home. Frank was in the next room and they both could only guess that Alex and Jake were somewhere in that hall as well. But it was all she could do to remain conscious when she flopped down face first into the huge bed. It wasn't until she felt a hand on her shoulder that she groaned and peeked one eye open.
"Hello Donnie."
"I hate that name. Why can't you call me Donovan?"
"I'm exhausted. Remind me not to do a dinner date immediately after an international flight. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"You couldn't tell by me. I found where our competition is. He's in the room across from you, she's in the room across from me. One big happy family you could say." He winked and grinned. Trust Frank to find the humor when no one else could. "Dinner is in an hour, casual. I think you can leave these here." He patted the small of her back where her guns were holstered. "Oh, I almost forgot. Apparently your assistant Darrin found his way here after creating a ruckus at the airstrip after we landed. Why didn't you tell me that the attendant on the plan was your assistant? I think our host will want to speak to you about that when he greets us at dinner."
Litha rolled over and propped up on one elbow. The edge of her silk camisol dipped a bit low and the creamy swell of her breasts was very visible. Visible enough to stop Frank in his tracks. "Well, aren't you just a busy little bee. How do you do it? International flight, you're a year or so older than me and had no sleep last night, yet you're still moving around like you just got out of bed."
"It's practice. I have to keep up with you. I think a pair of white slacks and a blue blouse will be just perfect for you. And sandals to show off those pretty red toes of yours." He winked and disappeared out the door.
Litha flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. If he didn't quit being so perky, she might have to kill him.
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An hour later, Litha reappeared from her bedroom, looking fresh and energetic. It was all a carefully faked appearance of course. Inside she was ready to collapse from the flight and the burden of keeping secrets from Frank. Like he'd suggested, she was wearing a pair of crisp white slacks, a blue silk wrap blouse that tied at the waist and dipped low enough at the neckline to distract a saint. The medium high heels of her sandals clicked softly as she walked along the tiled hallways towards the dining room. 'oh great Litha. show up late...'
She smiled as she walked in behind the house gentleman as he led her to her chair. It, naturally she thought with a mental sigh, was at Montcalvez's right hand with Frank right next to her. Across from her was Alex, Jake beside her. At the other end of the table was a woman she could only assume to be Montcalvez's wife. Litha didn't remember if he was married or not. But, she was the hostess and during the evening she played that role quite well.
Jake had troubles keeping his eyes off of Litha's cleavage - which both Frank and Alex helped him with by either jabbing him in the ribs with an elbow or stomping on his toes under the table. Needless to say, poor Jake was jerking and apologizing all through dinner. Litha just chuckled and paid it no attention as she charmed Geraldo to the best of her ability. Alex was right up there with her in the charms... and to spite themselves - or each other depending on how you saw it, they actually had a lot of fun trading the pleasant barbs back and forth. If Alex could ever get over the hostility she felt towards her, Litha thought they might actually be able to be friends.
During the lull between the appetizer and the main course, all four of them nearly suffered a heart attack.
"Senora Broussard, I am a bit put out with you."
Her head snapped back to Geraldo. Alex leaned forward a moment and Frank sat up in his chair a bit. "You... are? By what, may I ask?"
"Your assistant, the other gentleman from the plane. You did not tell me you were bringing anyone else down with you. I did not have a room prepared for him and it was unpleasant to have him standing around while we scrambled to get him a room."
Jake breathed a soft sigh of relief and Alex grinned at Litha. Frank's hand clenched on her thigh and Litha herself flush red. "I am so sorry. I did not know until the last minute that I would be bringing him with me. You should have said something. Donovan could have slept in my room with me and my assistant could have had Donovan's room. In the future, I will remember to call with last minute changes." She smiled graciously and offered an apology to the woman at the far end of the table. This seemed to appease Geraldo and dinner continued as if nothing had happened.
Occasionally during pauses in the conversation, Litha felt Frank's hand on her thigh again. 'oh stop that' she thought. 'stop it or I'll make a scene by excusing myself to drag you back to my bed by your hair...' To cover it, she put her hand on his and halted it's progression up her thigh. After the main course, Frank turned the tables by grasping her hand, holding it in his tightly. She looked down at their entwined hands, then up at him.
"Senora? Are you alright?" The woman's voice halted conversation at the table.
"hmm? oh, yes. It's just been a while since a man held my hand during dinner." Litha smiled, not able to tear her eyes from Frank's. When he smiled, she noticed the ever so tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes. The silver patches at his temples set of his eyes so well, light contrasting the darkness. Maybe she'd forego dragging him off by his hair and just go at it there on the dinner table...
Montcalvez laughed. "Why, Senora Broussard how charming. I do believe that is called romance, no?" Litha nodded and wondered if anyone would be offended if she dropped Frank to the floor and had mad passionate sex with him right there...
"I think it's simply delightful." Senora Montcalvez smiled and signalled for dessert.
Frank wouldn't let go of her hand. If he didn't soon, she'd have to eat with her left hand and that wouldn't be a pretty sight. She gave him a gentle look that reminded him it would be impolite to not at least eat a bite or two of the dessert. To which he released her hand... only to lay his hand on her thigh again. Litha felt her cheeks flush as she nibbled a bite of the cut fruit in cream and liquer sauce. Was it the alcohol or Frank? She found herself wondering what he'd taste like if she licked this scrumptious sauce off of his body inch by inch. It was the heat of the tropics... or was it the lush surroundings?
Whatever it was, it was playing havoc with her libido - and targeting Frank Donovan as the one to quench that thirst.
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"Hello Donnie."
"I hate that name. Why can't you call me Donovan?"
"I'm exhausted. Remind me not to do a dinner date immediately after an international flight. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"You couldn't tell by me. I found where our competition is. He's in the room across from you, she's in the room across from me. One big happy family you could say." He winked and grinned. Trust Frank to find the humor when no one else could. "Dinner is in an hour, casual. I think you can leave these here." He patted the small of her back where her guns were holstered. "Oh, I almost forgot. Apparently your assistant Darrin found his way here after creating a ruckus at the airstrip after we landed. Why didn't you tell me that the attendant on the plan was your assistant? I think our host will want to speak to you about that when he greets us at dinner."
Litha rolled over and propped up on one elbow. The edge of her silk camisol dipped a bit low and the creamy swell of her breasts was very visible. Visible enough to stop Frank in his tracks. "Well, aren't you just a busy little bee. How do you do it? International flight, you're a year or so older than me and had no sleep last night, yet you're still moving around like you just got out of bed."
"It's practice. I have to keep up with you. I think a pair of white slacks and a blue blouse will be just perfect for you. And sandals to show off those pretty red toes of yours." He winked and disappeared out the door.
Litha flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. If he didn't quit being so perky, she might have to kill him.
--
An hour later, Litha reappeared from her bedroom, looking fresh and energetic. It was all a carefully faked appearance of course. Inside she was ready to collapse from the flight and the burden of keeping secrets from Frank. Like he'd suggested, she was wearing a pair of crisp white slacks, a blue silk wrap blouse that tied at the waist and dipped low enough at the neckline to distract a saint. The medium high heels of her sandals clicked softly as she walked along the tiled hallways towards the dining room. 'oh great Litha. show up late...'
She smiled as she walked in behind the house gentleman as he led her to her chair. It, naturally she thought with a mental sigh, was at Montcalvez's right hand with Frank right next to her. Across from her was Alex, Jake beside her. At the other end of the table was a woman she could only assume to be Montcalvez's wife. Litha didn't remember if he was married or not. But, she was the hostess and during the evening she played that role quite well.
Jake had troubles keeping his eyes off of Litha's cleavage - which both Frank and Alex helped him with by either jabbing him in the ribs with an elbow or stomping on his toes under the table. Needless to say, poor Jake was jerking and apologizing all through dinner. Litha just chuckled and paid it no attention as she charmed Geraldo to the best of her ability. Alex was right up there with her in the charms... and to spite themselves - or each other depending on how you saw it, they actually had a lot of fun trading the pleasant barbs back and forth. If Alex could ever get over the hostility she felt towards her, Litha thought they might actually be able to be friends.
During the lull between the appetizer and the main course, all four of them nearly suffered a heart attack.
"Senora Broussard, I am a bit put out with you."
Her head snapped back to Geraldo. Alex leaned forward a moment and Frank sat up in his chair a bit. "You... are? By what, may I ask?"
"Your assistant, the other gentleman from the plane. You did not tell me you were bringing anyone else down with you. I did not have a room prepared for him and it was unpleasant to have him standing around while we scrambled to get him a room."
Jake breathed a soft sigh of relief and Alex grinned at Litha. Frank's hand clenched on her thigh and Litha herself flush red. "I am so sorry. I did not know until the last minute that I would be bringing him with me. You should have said something. Donovan could have slept in my room with me and my assistant could have had Donovan's room. In the future, I will remember to call with last minute changes." She smiled graciously and offered an apology to the woman at the far end of the table. This seemed to appease Geraldo and dinner continued as if nothing had happened.
Occasionally during pauses in the conversation, Litha felt Frank's hand on her thigh again. 'oh stop that' she thought. 'stop it or I'll make a scene by excusing myself to drag you back to my bed by your hair...' To cover it, she put her hand on his and halted it's progression up her thigh. After the main course, Frank turned the tables by grasping her hand, holding it in his tightly. She looked down at their entwined hands, then up at him.
"Senora? Are you alright?" The woman's voice halted conversation at the table.
"hmm? oh, yes. It's just been a while since a man held my hand during dinner." Litha smiled, not able to tear her eyes from Frank's. When he smiled, she noticed the ever so tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes. The silver patches at his temples set of his eyes so well, light contrasting the darkness. Maybe she'd forego dragging him off by his hair and just go at it there on the dinner table...
Montcalvez laughed. "Why, Senora Broussard how charming. I do believe that is called romance, no?" Litha nodded and wondered if anyone would be offended if she dropped Frank to the floor and had mad passionate sex with him right there...
"I think it's simply delightful." Senora Montcalvez smiled and signalled for dessert.
Frank wouldn't let go of her hand. If he didn't soon, she'd have to eat with her left hand and that wouldn't be a pretty sight. She gave him a gentle look that reminded him it would be impolite to not at least eat a bite or two of the dessert. To which he released her hand... only to lay his hand on her thigh again. Litha felt her cheeks flush as she nibbled a bite of the cut fruit in cream and liquer sauce. Was it the alcohol or Frank? She found herself wondering what he'd taste like if she licked this scrumptious sauce off of his body inch by inch. It was the heat of the tropics... or was it the lush surroundings?
Whatever it was, it was playing havoc with her libido - and targeting Frank Donovan as the one to quench that thirst.
****