I'm putting up chapter four now too, cuz I think chapter three is kinda boring. LOL
Plus, this will get us to TheRox faster. So, here's chapter four.
"No Strings"
Chapter Four
Theresa stepped off the plane in L.A. with Garrison right behind her. They made their way quickly to the baggage claim so they could hurry and get to the hotel. Since there were still a few hours left of daylight Theresa had decided during the flight that they were going out and sightseeing for a while.
Once they got their suitcases they headed outside to hail a cab. They were shocked to see a limo sitting outside the airport with a sign that had their names on it. Theresa walked over to the man holding the sign.
"Excuse me, I'm Theresa Lopez and this is Garrison Thomas. Is this our limo?"
"Hello Theresa, Garrison. Yes, this is your limo and my name is Pat. I'll be your driver while you're in town. Go ahead and get inside and I'll put your luggage in the trunk."
Theresa handed her bags to the driver and got inside. Garrison followed a second later and shrieked. "Rees, we have champagne!"
He grabbed the bottle and quickly poured two glasses, handing one to Theresa when he was done. Theresa held hers up and made a toast. "To us and a fantastic week in L.A."
"Hear, hear," Garrison said and they tapped their glasses together.
Pat then got in and took off for the hotel. The entire drive both Theresa and Garrison stared out the windows at the site of the huge, beautiful city.
It took them thirty minutes to check-in and take their stuff up to their rooms. Since they worked together they had gotten adjoining rooms, which they had no problem with. After placing the suitcases in the rooms they headed back downstairs and got back inside the limo.
"Where to?" Pat asked.
"Anywhere you want to drop us off for a couple hours," Theresa answered.
The limo stopped in front of the Santa Monica Pier and Theresa and Garrison got out.
"I'll give you a call when we're ready to head back to the hotel," Theresa said. Pat nodded and took off.
They stood there looking around for a minute and then walked right into the action. Stopping first at a vendor cart, they each bought a water to keep them cool and then headed into the crowd of people.
Garrison was the first to spot the concert and pointed it out to Theresa. She nodded and they walked into the roped off section. Theresa wasn't sure who the group was performing, but the beat was good and she was in the mood for dancing.
Once they made it to a clearing they both started dancing off each other. Theresa loved that about Garrison. She could dance as sexy as she wanted with him and didn't have to worry about him getting too excited about it. In the middle of a spin she spotted someone watching her across the floor. She couldn't help but check him out. She guessed he was just over six feet tall, with blonde hair and a killer body. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a blue button down shirt that was open to reveal his tanned and toned chest and abs.
She reached over and nudged Garrison. "Hey Gar, check that guy out."
Garrison looked over and smiled at Theresa. "Ooh, that is one fine looking man. And it seems he thinks your pretty fine too with the way he's staring at you."
"You think?"
"Uh huh, definitely. Why don't you go on over and talk to him?"
"I dunno. Maybe in a few. I don't want to seem too obvious."
"You do so, but whatever."
Theresa decided to wait a few minutes, maybe he'd come over to her. She turned back to Garrison and they continued dancing. Once the song was over she looked back to where the guy was standing, but he wasn't there anymore.
"Oh dammit Gar, he's gone."
"Maybe he just moved." The two looked around the entire area and couldn't see him. "Sorry Rees, must not be the one for you."
Theresa frowned at him. "I'm not looking for anyone for me. I just thought he was hot and might like to dance with me. Oh well, let's keep dancing." She pulled him back to her and they started dancing again.
Before they knew it two hours had passed. It was close to ten, and since they both had to be up at six the next morning they wanted to get to bed early. Theresa called Pat and fifteen minutes later they were on their way back to the hotel.
"Night Gar, see you bright and early," she said giving him a peck on the cheek when they arrived at the hotel.
"Night Theresa." They went into their rooms and within a few minutes were lying in their beds asleep.
Author's Note: As you may have noticed, I put Theresa's last name as Lopez when she introduced herself to the driver. I don't explain why in the story (never had a place it would really fit), but she drops the Fitzgerald part for her job.
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