The Irishman's Woman: Have Breakfast with Me

by LUVINGJOVAN

Walking into her apartment she threw her purse on the end table and started toward her room. He'd followed her here on that dangerous motorcycle of his and she was grateful for the time alone in the car. It gave her time to think and collect herself. She had to come up with a game plan. Jason was very astute, not much escaped his attention and he would be asking a lot of questions tonight.

"Hold it right there" he said closing the door. Evangeline stopped in her tracks and turned around in the dark slinging her hair around on her shoulders. She saw his blue piercing eyes looking at her suspiciously and her stomach flipped. He removed his black leather biker jacket and she could see his muscles swell out of the sleeve of his shirt.

He approached her throwing the jacket on the sofa "First who's Kevin?"

Evangeline sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes "Kevin Buchanan, remember I told you all about him."

Jason got close into her face and she could smell his cologne making her knees weak. Staring into his face she saw his anger simmering. "Are you sleeping with him? Don't lie to me Van"

"He was a client for Christ sake nothing serious happened between us." she said quickly hoping to sound convincing.

Jason studied her face. Taking his hand he moved her hair off her shoulder and then undid the single button that held her suit jacket closed. The flaps of jacket fell open and he lowered his eyes admiring how the lavender colored satin blouse squeezed clingingly to her breast. Looking up into her eyes he saw the truth. "What is this fed to you" he said softly

Evangeline swallowed as she saw that old familiar desire in his eyes. She always found it hard to resist him when stared at her like that, even with the Irishman coursing through her veins.

"I don't know what you are talking about…" she said weakly swallowing hard.

He put his finger to her lips silencing her. Slowly he let his finger travel from her lips to her chin then glided underneath to her neck reaching her collar bone. Continuing his trace to the crease between her breast where the first button snapped he undid the button and kept looking in her eyes "Don't lie to me…"

Evangeline felt the butterflies return to her stomach as her mouth went dry. "I told you I met him and we shared a cab."

"Did you sleep with him Van?" he asked now unbuttoning her four buttons and leaning in to kiss her collarbone. Her eyes rolled in her head and she tried to steady her breathing. She couldn't think straight she couldn't find her voice. She felt the tip of his tongue as it traced her collar bone to her neck and she tilted her head back to give him full access. Moaning he stopped staring at her "I can deal with a lot Van, you know that. You've seen that. What I can't deal with is you giving yourself to another man" he said seriously.

She opened her eyes and saw them darken like sapphire jewels sparkling dangerously. She knew Jason was real guarded and didn't let people in. She and Sonny were the only two people in the world that he trusted. He wouldn't and couldn't handle a betrayal of that trust.

"Jason.." she said stepping back "Maybe we should take a break"
"So you did betray me?"
"Things with us haven't been right in over a year, since I left. We never see each other…"
"Did you betray me!" he snapped.

Evangeline turned and headed to her bedroom "I can't talk to you when you are like this..."

Jason followed her into the room and watched her remove her suit jacket and step out her shoes. "I've hurt you and I get that. I don't own or control you Van, but I do love you and I want us to work. I want you…"

Turning she looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Jason, I can't do this anymore. Please just let me go."

Walking over to her he grabbed her hand. "I would, I really would if I could live without you, but the truth is Van I can't. I'm lost without you baby"

Evangeline shook her head. She tasted freedom in the arms of her Irishman, there was no pain and loneliness there. Not like it is with him. God help her, what should she do? Taking her hand from his she turned and went to her bathroom. She didn't want to do this now. She needed to be away from him.

Jason walked to the bathroom and saw her pickup her toothbrush. Whenever she was nervous she would brush her teeth and avoid him. Watching her brush he came in behind her and pressed into her, she was pinned to the sink. Taking his hand to her side zipper on her skirt he undid the little button and then zipped it down.

She continued to brush and looked at him in the mirror over her shoulder. When her skirt was unzipped he pulled it free from her hips and let it fall down. Her shirt stopped at her hip and he slid his hand up her bare skin and took it around to the front rim of her panties.

She turned on the water and spit out the toothpaste and ran her toothbrush under it as she felt his hand slide inside. Putting the brush back she reached to stop his hand but it only made it slip further down and she gasped when he gripped her with his two fingers. Grabbing the edge of the sink she shook her head. She didn't want this now, it was too easy and they had too many problems. But her body belonged to him and he knew what to do to make her submit. She felt him stiffen behind her as he worked her with his finger.

"Stop fighting me…" he said in her ear. Her hanging in her face she moaned and held on tighter to the sink. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to calm herself, if she got her bearings she would be able to resist him. Feeling his finger now slip inside of her she lost her last of her resistance and turned to face him grabbing his face and sticking her tongue in his mouth. He opened his mouth and tasted the mint taste of the toothpaste still on her tongue.

Jason reached under her and scooped her up as she wrapped her legs around him. As he carried her out of the bathroom kissing her deeply a flash of the Irishman carrying her out of the elevator popped in her head and she winced.

Jason didn't notice and lowered her onto the bed as she reached at his jeans pulling at his belt. She just wanted to feel him again and forget about the Irishman and the problems she shared with him. She just wanted to be in his arms.

Struggling out of his pants he pulled his shirt over his head and she looked at his scarred chest. He'd been shot and stabbed and the battle scars although old and healed always broke her heart.

She got on her knees and kissed his wounds. He rubbed her hair as she ran her tongue across the bullet wound that almost took him from her. She put her arms around his waist and slid her hands up his back as she traced her tongue to his right breast and nipple. He grabbed her hair gently pulling her face away and kissed her again causing them to fall back on the bed. She opened her eyes while his tongue twirled in her mouth and saw his lowered lids with his blue eyes looking underneath. It was the same look the Irishman gave her when he fell on top of her in that hotel room. Closing them tightly she grunted trying to force the image from her head.

No man other than Jason ever illicit that type of conflict from her. What was wrong with her? She remembered the taunt that he said to her in the bathroom before she left.

"Angel, I dare you to get over me!" he said smirking.

Forcing his deep smoky voice from her head she held onto her man as he lifted himself and pushed inside of her. Moving deeper into her she smiled at the way he worked her body and trembled underneath the kisses he showered her face and neck. Moving with him in that familiar rhythm they've shared over the years she continued to stifle her cries of ecstasy.

"Angel, I dare you to get over me!" he said smirking.

Shaking her head no trying to force his voice away again Jason slowed down his pace and looked into her face concerned "What's wrong" he breathed out hoarsely still rotating his hips. She reached up touched his face and kissed him. "Nothing baby" she said through her kisses.

"Angel, I dare you to get over me!" he said smirking.

Squeezing her eyes she ignored it again wrapped her legs tighter around him. He was whispering how much he loved her and how much he needed her. Those words used to satisfy her inner conflict but now they felt hollow. God help her but Jason was slipping out of her heart and this man she barely knew was creeping in.

Feeling him about to climax she felt saddened that she couldn't join him. Something was wrong. She moaned and trembled under him but it was the first time over 4 years that he hadn't taken her to heaven and back. Something was terribly wrong.

The Palace

(John's Suite)

John sat at his laptop in his suite and looked up everything in the bureau on Jason and Evangeline. He read about the Alcazar war and some other gang land battles, the footnote always being his legal beagle girlfriend freeing him and his boss of all charges. He was impressed at her prowess. She'd never lost a case. But why was she with him? Why would she even get involved in something like this?

Sitting back in his chair looking at her picture walking out of court with a smug Sonny and Jason lurking in the background he felt a sense of sadness. Is this his Angel? A mobster's girlfriend? Turning off his laptop he slams it shut and sighs. Maybe he was wrong to assume that they had any connection at all. He barely knew her after all.

Yet he didn't imagine Chicago it happened. And there was more to her than this, he believed that. He wanted to uncover what it is.

(Hayes suite)

Hayes sat back in his room and watched his surveillance equipment. He installed it in McBain's room earlier while he was at the party. He tapped his phone as well. He even linked to his laptop remoting into it while he surfed the Bureau database.

Hayes watched him look up anything pertaining to this Evangeline and smiled. So this is your new obsession McBain? You feel something for the chocolate diva that's the girlfriend of some ruthless mob thug hitman. Priceless!

He laughs and looks at the screen with John sitting in the dark staring into space. He watched him constantly and he was known for doing that. Hours at a time he would sit in his home in the dark in one spot. Hayes rolled his eyes. "Damn I wish I had bugged the hotel room in Chicago….I would have gotten some good video!" he said loudly. He hadn't seen McBain even look at a woman in over 4 years.

Hayes got up and went to his closet and pulled out his notepad. He kept a folder with all his victims. The revenge he sought hasn't been squelched but now he knew how his destiny was to be fulfilled with the appearance of Marcie Walsh. What were the odds that she of all people would be connected to McBain?

With the change of events there would be an amendment to his victim list. Instead of killing McBain he'd keep him here and watch him jump through hoops like the trained monkey he is. This would be great.

Morning

(Evangeline's Place)

Evangeline buttoned her blouse looking at her sleeping man. He was as tough as nails but inside he was the sweetest and gentlest man she'd ever known. Slinging her hair from her face she smiled at him. He'd made love to her over and over through the night finally making her cum and let go of desires for the Irishman. God she hoped she was cured once and for all.

Turning she looked for her shoes. It didn't matter anyway, he was a Federal Agent and probably knew her whole sordid past by now. He wouldn't want anything to do with her. She was somewhat grateful for that. Love wasn't something she wanted anymore. It cost too much and the pain was too distracting. Finding her shoe she looked over at her man in the bed and sighed. Besides one man ripping at her heart was enough.

Grabbing her briefcase she walked out of her bedroom and gently closed her door. Knowing Jason he was a night stalker he wouldn't be up before 12pm.

(John's Suite)

John reached for the phone in his room and dialed Michael. When he finally fell asleep 3 hours ago he tossed and turned all night thinking of her. He wanted to know about her. He needed to see her.

"Hello..." Michael said softly
"Hey Mike sorry to wake you so early''
"John what time is it?"
"I need to find Angel…I mean Evangeline where is her office"
"What?" Mike asked really confused now.
"Evangeline where can I find her..?"
"I guess her office"
"That's what I asked you. Where is it?"
"Buchanan Towers 31st floor"
"Thanks bro"
"John! Don't forget to meet me at 2 you have to get fitted for your tux."
"Okay bro.."

Hanging up John sat up in bed. He was still in his suit. He had to get a grip. Grabbing a towel he walked to the bathroom.

Hayes hung up the phone and recorded the details. "So we're going to see Evangeline today…interesting. Very interesting." He mumbled chuckling.

(Evangeline's Office)

Sitting at her desk moving papers around she heard a knock at her door. Looking up she sees the Irishman standing in the door way with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Angel" he said walking in smiling.
"Don't call me that" she snapped
"Why?"
"It's not my name…"
"It's the only name you answered to in Chicago…but wait that's over and you want to pretend that it never happened."
"Why are you here?" she said leaning back in her chair glaring at him.
"I missed you Angel, and I've learned a few things that have me curious."

Evangeline looked him up and down. He wore a white pressed shirt with wide collar that fell over his navy sports coat. Khaki slacks with a chocolate brown belt that matched his chocolate leather shoes. He had shaven the goatee off and his face looked 10 years younger. His blue eyes were now dark like his suit and they stared at her with an intensity that caused her to blush involuntarily.

"Missed me?" she said confused.
"Tell me you haven't missed me…" he said in a hoarse whisper.
"What is it you want to know?" she said changing the subject quickly.
"Read some interesting things about you..."
"Have you?" she said smirking. Now she understood he was here to taunt her. He didn't miss her at all. She felt angry at even entertaining that thought. "Well if you want to know anything about my clients you should already be aware that I can't discuss them with you."

"I want to know about you…have breakfast with me." he said stepping close to her desk.
"What?"
"You heard me, you have to eat."
"I have to much…."
"Angel"

Evangeline stopped moving the folder on her desk. The way he called her that made her feel warm inside. She looked at him and saw his heated stare and wanted to touch him.

"Please…"

Dropping the folder and looking at her watch it was 9:30, Jason wouldn't be coming by here until 1:00. She could do this and get back before he got here. Besides she couldn't stop thinking of him. "Fine, there's a small café up the street."

Hayes's sat in his black SUV outside of the Towers watching the swinging doors eating a power bar. He thought about getting out but McBain almost caught him once when he got too close. Then to his surprise he appeared with his black beauty and they proceeded to walk up the street.

Smiling he started the truck and pulled from the curb.