New York Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own Secret Window...alright?
Summary: (more) Mort's publishing company is fed up. He won't write. So now he's stuck doing office work. But he cannot cooperate there either. Since the death of Amy, Mort's eyes have been transfixed on his mysterious co-workers. The very tragic, yet humorous story of how John Shooter won't let Mort have his way with anything. His college girlfriend is now his co-worker and his young co-worker now wants to be his housekeeper. Mort will have to go to drastic measures to get Shooter out of his life completely.
AN: Wow I got lots of reviews for only 3 little chapters. :) You guys are awesome! I have a feeling I will enjoy writing this chapter. I hope you do too. :)
Chapter Four: A Wishful Thinker With The Worst Intentions
Mort woke up the next morning, his mind racing with thoughts of Carrie and Lucy. There was definately something Carrie was keeping from him, and there was definately something missing about Lucy too. He wanted to know more about the strange, young, beautiful girl...
Mort quit his thoughts before the led them on too far. He got up to go downstairs, looking at the clock. 10:00. He began to wonder if Lucy had gone home...
Apparently she hadn't for when Mort dragged himself down the stairs, he found the golden blond girl up and about the living room and kitchen, cleaning absentmindedly. "Lucy..." Mort said, startled. "What are you doing?"
She looked up. "Oh! Good morning, Mr. Rainey-"
"Please, darling, call me Mort..."
"Oh, okay...well, since you weren't up yet, I just decided to...well, I'm practically an obsessive-compulsive cleaner. I'm a complete neat freak and-"
Mort smiled. "I know. The house is a mess. You don't have to pick up, hun, I'm used to it like this..."
"Actually..." Lucy set down the feather duster in her hand and sat down on the couch, looking up at him. "I heard your housekeeper quit."
He looked at her strangely. "How did you even know I had a housekeeper?"
"My mom told me a long time ago. Anyways...I was thinking, maybe I could help out around here for you! It also must be pretty boring right?"
"Oh, Lucy...I don't know."
She pouted. "Pleeease."
She's so pretty...Mort's worst intentions took over. "Okay," he smiled.
But it was Monday again. Carrie wasn't at work. And strangely enough, Shooter was back. So in a way, Mort was thankful Carrie wasn't there. He didn't need to make a fool out of himself. No, not now.
Lucy still didn't want to go home, so Mort uneasily let her stay at his house for the day. He was excited to go back home and talk to her. He began to...miss her? God, he didn't want these kind of thoughts about her! Right after he had just kissed this girl's mom? No. He couldn't.
Walking back to the parking lot at 4:30 that afternoon, Mort noticed something very different about the sidewalks he was walking on. He felt foolish for noticing such a random thing, but he couldn't help it. It was then...that he wanted to write.
Quickening his pace to get home for a second but then realizing there was no point for Lucy was sitting at home, Mort proceeded ot his car. The entire drive home, all he could think about was Carrie, and Lucy. But weren't those two the only things he ever did think about lately? He couldn't help it. He hadn't had such a beautiful woman as close to him as he had with Carrie that day, and he hadn't met anyone as sincere and...perfect...as Lucy...
Walking through the door, the house was, as he expected, spotless. "Lucy?" He looked up and found her sitting at his old work desk, reading a book.
She looked over the loft. "Oh, hi!" Lucy set down the book and practically skipped downstairs. Reaching his feet, she instantly threw her arms around his neck, resisting silent temptations.
"What did you do today?" Mort asked breathlessly.
She shrugged. "Did you talk to my mom?" she replied nervously.
"She wasn't at the office today...Are you sure you want to be here without her knowing? You could get in a lot of trouble."
"I know. But i don't want to go back."
Mort sighed. "Alright then." He laid down on the couch, staring back up at his spot on the ceiling. Lucy stood watching him think in amazement, being pulled into his brown eyes, his soft skin...Mort's eyes shifted from the ceiling back to hers. But he stood up, trying to avoid what was going on in his mind.
"Well I'm just gonna go and find something to read," Lucy said and starting to walk away.
"Lucy," Mort stopped her. He walked toward her. Suddenly...he saw it. He saw the black hat, the lipstick, the cigarette, all of it. Her eyes were stunning, just like he'd always imagined. But was this allowed? Was he allowed to have someone so flawless, young, beautiful, sensual, and so perfect? Her eyeliner and bright lipstick shimmered in his mind...She looked up at him through those long, long, black eyelashes of hers and he was done for.
Pushing me quickly up against the wall, he kissed me so passionately, I could have sworn it was real...Maybe it was how I could feel his breath on my neck. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, feeling terrible inside but the best I've ever felt on the outside. I knew I shouldn't be doing this...I just knew it. But it felt so...dare I say, right?
"Lucy..." he whispered softly in my ear. Hearing him whisper my name sent goosebumps up and down every direction of my body. Please, don't tell me I'm falling in love...
What would my mother say if she found out that I was making out with the man she dated and almost married? I'm going to be scarred for life after this. But I can't think about that. There's just something about Mort that I love. He's so...sweet, yet filled with passion. Especially now. All I could do now was enjoy it...and return it. Because something told me we felt the exact same about eachother.
For a split second our eyes met, and I melted in his. My hands were wrapped around his neck, not letting him go. He kissed me again, and I returned it gratefully, my heart drowning in every second. Soon his tongue decided to enter my mouth, and I nervously accepted...I'd never done this before. And so we stood there against the wall, feeling, kissing, deciding. What if...what if I did fall in love with this man? What if he is the one I'm meant to be with? How would the world respond?
Truthfully, I didn't want to know. I was busy sinking into Mort Rainey's bottomless brown eyes, letting the seconds slip away. And soon it had begun to rain. We barely noticed. I whispered his name as his lips wandered around my lips, ear, chest, shoulders, everywhere. I wanted to stop him before he...went too far. But how could I? I could be IN LOVE with this guy.
I didn't mean to, but I led him on for several more minutes until things got handsy..."Mort...Mort, I-"
He looked up. "I'm sorry, baby." He traced his lips with his fingertips, probably realizing for the first time what he'd just done. "God, what have I done-"
"It's okay, it's okay." I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pushing his hair away to trail kisses along his neck. He spun around and wrapped his arm around my waist so gracefully, it looked practiced. Running the fingers of his that felt so good through my hair, I smiled, once again drowning in him. I couldn't help it. He was so...Wow, I can't even think of the word.
I leaned in to kiss him myself, my hand behind his head, and our lips met. I felt like such a sinner, a creep, a loser...but I wanted so much more from him.
It was then that I heard something from behind us, and both our heads spun around, staring at the open door. A short, brown-haired girl with assorted highlights was standing in Mort's doorway, her eyes wide...and stunned.
Mort looked back to Lucy and watched the lipstick fade.
AN: That took FOREVER! I'm so sorry. :( I've been writing little bits and bits of this chapter every night, and it's finally done. Phew. PLEASE review! Also I've got a question. Who do you guys think Mort is going to end up with in the end? Cuz he WILL end up with someone! I'll tell you that. But I'm just curious as to what you all think!
Jamie Your Frickin Star
