LATER THAT DAY.
SOMEWHERE AT A HOTEL.
Jarod looked up as he heard the bathroom door open; he smiled as he saw Miss Parker limping up to the king-sized bed.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked
Miss Parker nodded. "A shower does that to you!" she smiled. Moaning she lay down on her back. Jarod watched her, raising an eyebrow.
"I thought we were going to eat," he said puzzled as Miss Parker curled up in the covers. ¤¤¤ What are you doing? I'm hungry! NOW!! ¤¤¤
"I'm tired..."
¤¤¤ Fine! ¤¤¤ "Do you want me to bring the food?"
"Mmmmmm," Miss Parker murmured. Jarod shook his head with a smile.
"C'mon, sleepyhead, you better join me, or someone else will take advantage of your absence," Jarod said tugging on her arm.
"No... I wanna sleep..." ¤¤¤ Leave me alone... ¤¤¤
Jarod got up on his feet and started to change his clothes. When he was ready, he searched through Miss Parker's bags for something for her to wear. He sighed, why couldn't Miss Parker wear anything else then her usual dark suits? It was boring! He gave up and left the room. Miss Parker looked up, but didn't have the strength to follow him. Instead she curled up in a small ball, falling asleep. ¤¤¤ If you as much as look at another woman, you'll regret it! ¤¤¤
About forty-five minutes later he returned, carrying the food and a surprise for Parker. He put the food down at the bed and hid the other item in the wardrobe. ¤¤¤ She will hate me for this! No, she'll agree to it, she has too! ¤¤¤
"Parker, dinner's ready!"
Miss Parker gave him a sleepy look. "Did you bring the food?" ¤¤¤ Oh, he's so sweet ¤¤¤
"Anything for you, you know!"
Miss Parker sat up and they started to eat. "Thanks," she smiled.
"Tomorrow you'll come with me, promise?"
"Sure, hopefully my foot is better then."
Thank you for everything Jarod," Miss Parker whispered. Jarod smiled.
"You're welcome, you know, this is what I have wanted for so long... I can't believe it's really happening. You have made me so happy."
Miss Parker turned her head; she didn't know what to say. She understood what Jarod meant, it was the same for her, she just didn't want to admit it, not yet. ¤¤¤ I will tell you, I promise, just give me some time. ¤¤¤
"I'm ti..." she started.
"Tired, I know... "Jarod smiled. Thinking of the way she had almost fallen asleep during dinner. He reached out to switch off the lamp next to the bed. Miss Parker sighed contentedly, rolling over to her back. She closed her eyes. Jarod watched her for a while, and then he decided to give it a chance. ¤¤¤ She can't reject this. ¤¤¤ He moved closer to her, wiping a strand of her hair out of her face. Miss Parker opened her eyes, giving him an uncertain look. She didn't know if she should move away from his touch or if she should let him do this to her. She liked it, no doubt she did. She remembered the night in the woods. She had let Jarod hold her, but she had been cold, scared and in pain, it had been so different. Jarod continued stroking her hair, just the way she liked it. She couldn't help but moan softly. Jarod noticed, smiling he continued. Slowly he let his hand slide down her face, caressing her cheek. Hesitating, he let his thumb follow the contours of her lips. Miss Parker opened her mouth slightly, no longer having the strength to fight him. She turned her face to Jarod, closing her eyes. ¤¤¤ This is so nice... don't ever stop...¤¤¤
"I love you Parker," Jarod whispered tenderly, once again trying to make her confess. He knew she shared those feelings, and he would do anything to make her open up completely.
When she still didn't say anything, he realized she needed more time. He let his hand do one last stroke through her hair, at the same time he leaned in to place a kiss goodnight on her cheek, near the corner of her mouth. He heard her let out a low gasp, but didn't do anything further. He knew this was enough for now. With a small smile on his lips, he lay comfortable on his back, listening to Miss Parker's breaths. ¤¤¤ I love you baby, I love you so much. ¤¤¤
NEXT DAY.
DINNERTIME.
"Don't even think about it!" Jarod said as he saw Miss Parker putting one of her suits on. She stopped buttoning the jacket and stared at him. ¤¤¤ What now? ¤¤¤
"What?"
Jarod smiled and handed her a package, wrapped in golden paper.
"You're gonna wear this tonight." He smiled.
"So now you decide what clothes I'm gonna wear? What the hell is this?!" ¤¤¤ What are you up to? ¤¤¤
"Just one time... for me?" Jarod pleaded, giving her a puppy-eye look. Miss Parker opened the package. Throwing suspiscious glances at Jarod.
"No way! Do you want me to look like a hippie?" Miss Parker exclaimed, holding up a flowery blouse in a yellow tone. She shook her head as she saw the matching yellow skirt with the same black flowers. ¤¤¤ I'm not wearing this! I will look like an idiot! ¤¤¤
"Please?" Jarod said. ¤¤¤ C'mon, don't be shy. ¤¤¤
"Jarod, get this straight, I'm not a little girl anymore... this is not..." she started.
"It will look good on you, just give it a chance," Jarod said, starting to unbutton her buttons. Miss Parker surrendered, throwing the gray jacket away. She took off her dark blouse and quickly took on the yellow thing, tying it together at her stomach. ¤¤¤ He will regret this! ¤¤¤
"You're gonna watch?"
"If you don't mind!"
Miss Parker sighed. "Enjoy," she said sweetly, taking off her pants. She smiled as she saw Jarod eyeing her legs.
"Happy now?" Miss Parker spun around, letting Jarod take a look at her new outfit. "You know my stomach is showing? Right? People are going to look at me," she said, giving Jarod a meaning look.
"No doubt they will, you look wonderful! Yellow is definitely you color, if fits your hair!" ¤¤¤ She looks amazing! I've died and went to heaven! ¤¤¤
"So when did you become fashion stylist?"
Jarod smiled, but didn't answer.
"Come on sweetie, let's go!" He grabbed Miss Parker's hand and dragged her out of the room before she had a chance to protest.
¤¤¤ Jarod! Wait!!! Let me... Dammit! Ow, my foot... I'll make you pay for this! ¤¤¤
Jarod looked up as he heard the bathroom door open; he smiled as he saw Miss Parker limping up to the king-sized bed.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked
Miss Parker nodded. "A shower does that to you!" she smiled. Moaning she lay down on her back. Jarod watched her, raising an eyebrow.
"I thought we were going to eat," he said puzzled as Miss Parker curled up in the covers. ¤¤¤ What are you doing? I'm hungry! NOW!! ¤¤¤
"I'm tired..."
¤¤¤ Fine! ¤¤¤ "Do you want me to bring the food?"
"Mmmmmm," Miss Parker murmured. Jarod shook his head with a smile.
"C'mon, sleepyhead, you better join me, or someone else will take advantage of your absence," Jarod said tugging on her arm.
"No... I wanna sleep..." ¤¤¤ Leave me alone... ¤¤¤
Jarod got up on his feet and started to change his clothes. When he was ready, he searched through Miss Parker's bags for something for her to wear. He sighed, why couldn't Miss Parker wear anything else then her usual dark suits? It was boring! He gave up and left the room. Miss Parker looked up, but didn't have the strength to follow him. Instead she curled up in a small ball, falling asleep. ¤¤¤ If you as much as look at another woman, you'll regret it! ¤¤¤
About forty-five minutes later he returned, carrying the food and a surprise for Parker. He put the food down at the bed and hid the other item in the wardrobe. ¤¤¤ She will hate me for this! No, she'll agree to it, she has too! ¤¤¤
"Parker, dinner's ready!"
Miss Parker gave him a sleepy look. "Did you bring the food?" ¤¤¤ Oh, he's so sweet ¤¤¤
"Anything for you, you know!"
Miss Parker sat up and they started to eat. "Thanks," she smiled.
"Tomorrow you'll come with me, promise?"
"Sure, hopefully my foot is better then."
Thank you for everything Jarod," Miss Parker whispered. Jarod smiled.
"You're welcome, you know, this is what I have wanted for so long... I can't believe it's really happening. You have made me so happy."
Miss Parker turned her head; she didn't know what to say. She understood what Jarod meant, it was the same for her, she just didn't want to admit it, not yet. ¤¤¤ I will tell you, I promise, just give me some time. ¤¤¤
"I'm ti..." she started.
"Tired, I know... "Jarod smiled. Thinking of the way she had almost fallen asleep during dinner. He reached out to switch off the lamp next to the bed. Miss Parker sighed contentedly, rolling over to her back. She closed her eyes. Jarod watched her for a while, and then he decided to give it a chance. ¤¤¤ She can't reject this. ¤¤¤ He moved closer to her, wiping a strand of her hair out of her face. Miss Parker opened her eyes, giving him an uncertain look. She didn't know if she should move away from his touch or if she should let him do this to her. She liked it, no doubt she did. She remembered the night in the woods. She had let Jarod hold her, but she had been cold, scared and in pain, it had been so different. Jarod continued stroking her hair, just the way she liked it. She couldn't help but moan softly. Jarod noticed, smiling he continued. Slowly he let his hand slide down her face, caressing her cheek. Hesitating, he let his thumb follow the contours of her lips. Miss Parker opened her mouth slightly, no longer having the strength to fight him. She turned her face to Jarod, closing her eyes. ¤¤¤ This is so nice... don't ever stop...¤¤¤
"I love you Parker," Jarod whispered tenderly, once again trying to make her confess. He knew she shared those feelings, and he would do anything to make her open up completely.
When she still didn't say anything, he realized she needed more time. He let his hand do one last stroke through her hair, at the same time he leaned in to place a kiss goodnight on her cheek, near the corner of her mouth. He heard her let out a low gasp, but didn't do anything further. He knew this was enough for now. With a small smile on his lips, he lay comfortable on his back, listening to Miss Parker's breaths. ¤¤¤ I love you baby, I love you so much. ¤¤¤
NEXT DAY.
DINNERTIME.
"Don't even think about it!" Jarod said as he saw Miss Parker putting one of her suits on. She stopped buttoning the jacket and stared at him. ¤¤¤ What now? ¤¤¤
"What?"
Jarod smiled and handed her a package, wrapped in golden paper.
"You're gonna wear this tonight." He smiled.
"So now you decide what clothes I'm gonna wear? What the hell is this?!" ¤¤¤ What are you up to? ¤¤¤
"Just one time... for me?" Jarod pleaded, giving her a puppy-eye look. Miss Parker opened the package. Throwing suspiscious glances at Jarod.
"No way! Do you want me to look like a hippie?" Miss Parker exclaimed, holding up a flowery blouse in a yellow tone. She shook her head as she saw the matching yellow skirt with the same black flowers. ¤¤¤ I'm not wearing this! I will look like an idiot! ¤¤¤
"Please?" Jarod said. ¤¤¤ C'mon, don't be shy. ¤¤¤
"Jarod, get this straight, I'm not a little girl anymore... this is not..." she started.
"It will look good on you, just give it a chance," Jarod said, starting to unbutton her buttons. Miss Parker surrendered, throwing the gray jacket away. She took off her dark blouse and quickly took on the yellow thing, tying it together at her stomach. ¤¤¤ He will regret this! ¤¤¤
"You're gonna watch?"
"If you don't mind!"
Miss Parker sighed. "Enjoy," she said sweetly, taking off her pants. She smiled as she saw Jarod eyeing her legs.
"Happy now?" Miss Parker spun around, letting Jarod take a look at her new outfit. "You know my stomach is showing? Right? People are going to look at me," she said, giving Jarod a meaning look.
"No doubt they will, you look wonderful! Yellow is definitely you color, if fits your hair!" ¤¤¤ She looks amazing! I've died and went to heaven! ¤¤¤
"So when did you become fashion stylist?"
Jarod smiled, but didn't answer.
"Come on sweetie, let's go!" He grabbed Miss Parker's hand and dragged her out of the room before she had a chance to protest.
¤¤¤ Jarod! Wait!!! Let me... Dammit! Ow, my foot... I'll make you pay for this! ¤¤¤