REFLECTIONS
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 14
"I had no choice but to accept his dinner invitation." Samantha said thinking there are just some things children shouldn't know about their parents ever. So although she thought about that night she didn't tell her daughter. Some things are better left alone.
"Ok, you win. But I have to eat and run, I have to pack for Denver. Lead the way and I'll follow you." Samantha said.
"It will be a cold day in hell before I let you follow me. You will ride with me and I will bring you back to pick up your car."
"Controlling aren't we?" She replied.
"Just making sure a little bunny doesn't get scared and run." He smiled as he touched her cheek and once again he saw the flash of emotion in her eyes.
They left for his penthouse, once inside she could smell the delicious aroma penetrating her senses.
"Make yourself comfortable, would you like a glass of wine?" He asked heading towards the kitchen.
"Sure, can I do anything to help?" She asked following him into the kitchen.
"Sure pour the wine and make the salad if you want."
They finished preparing the meal in silence and finally sat down to eat. It was very romantic setting, candles on the table along with the view of the lake. He had prepared a pasta dish, garlic bread, salad, and wine. The entire ambience set up to prelude more of a romantic evening to come. That thought frighten her to bone.
"I wouldn't take you for the romantic type?" She said as they sat at the table.
"Never judge a book by its cover! How do you perceive my 'type'?" He asked trying to find out just what he thought of him.
"Oh, several adjectives come to mind." She teased.
"Care to share?"
"Controlling, demanding, perfectionist, competitive, and relentless." Adding too sexy as hell silently.
He was not surprised at her descriptions; it was her boldness that she would actually tell him. But then again, she was a doctor dealing with hard facts and people's emotions on a daily basis.
He was silent, so Samantha asked. "Have I offended you?"
"No, just thinking how I can show you I have other attributes." He winked.
"I take you word for it." Hoping he didn't see her starting to become uncomfortable with the conversation.
Frank felt and saw her withdrawing so he decided to change the subject, "I was referring to my cooking skills. I hope you are enjoying dinner. How long will you be in Denver?"
"Dinner is great, I can't remember the last time I had a dinner that wasn't restaurant or microwave prepared. I will be in Denver from Sunday thru the following Wednesday."
"A week and half, you will let me know where you are staying." Frank said before he realized it sounded more like an order.
"Yep, definitely relentless. I don't know why you want to know, but yes if it will make you happy."
"I can tell you a lot of things that would make me a very happy camper." He grinned.
She thought, 'Oh shit, can we ever get away from dangerous innuendos.' She increased her speed in finishing her dinner; she was threading to close to disaster.
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 14
"I had no choice but to accept his dinner invitation." Samantha said thinking there are just some things children shouldn't know about their parents ever. So although she thought about that night she didn't tell her daughter. Some things are better left alone.
"Ok, you win. But I have to eat and run, I have to pack for Denver. Lead the way and I'll follow you." Samantha said.
"It will be a cold day in hell before I let you follow me. You will ride with me and I will bring you back to pick up your car."
"Controlling aren't we?" She replied.
"Just making sure a little bunny doesn't get scared and run." He smiled as he touched her cheek and once again he saw the flash of emotion in her eyes.
They left for his penthouse, once inside she could smell the delicious aroma penetrating her senses.
"Make yourself comfortable, would you like a glass of wine?" He asked heading towards the kitchen.
"Sure, can I do anything to help?" She asked following him into the kitchen.
"Sure pour the wine and make the salad if you want."
They finished preparing the meal in silence and finally sat down to eat. It was very romantic setting, candles on the table along with the view of the lake. He had prepared a pasta dish, garlic bread, salad, and wine. The entire ambience set up to prelude more of a romantic evening to come. That thought frighten her to bone.
"I wouldn't take you for the romantic type?" She said as they sat at the table.
"Never judge a book by its cover! How do you perceive my 'type'?" He asked trying to find out just what he thought of him.
"Oh, several adjectives come to mind." She teased.
"Care to share?"
"Controlling, demanding, perfectionist, competitive, and relentless." Adding too sexy as hell silently.
He was not surprised at her descriptions; it was her boldness that she would actually tell him. But then again, she was a doctor dealing with hard facts and people's emotions on a daily basis.
He was silent, so Samantha asked. "Have I offended you?"
"No, just thinking how I can show you I have other attributes." He winked.
"I take you word for it." Hoping he didn't see her starting to become uncomfortable with the conversation.
Frank felt and saw her withdrawing so he decided to change the subject, "I was referring to my cooking skills. I hope you are enjoying dinner. How long will you be in Denver?"
"Dinner is great, I can't remember the last time I had a dinner that wasn't restaurant or microwave prepared. I will be in Denver from Sunday thru the following Wednesday."
"A week and half, you will let me know where you are staying." Frank said before he realized it sounded more like an order.
"Yep, definitely relentless. I don't know why you want to know, but yes if it will make you happy."
"I can tell you a lot of things that would make me a very happy camper." He grinned.
She thought, 'Oh shit, can we ever get away from dangerous innuendos.' She increased her speed in finishing her dinner; she was threading to close to disaster.