"So, Matt, you didn't tell me how you know my girlfriend"
Matt's eyes darted to look at Robin in surprise when Patrick referred to her as his girlfriend. Patrick took this as surprise at the infamous Patrick Drake having a girlfriend and he grinned widely. "Yes, I was finally caught. That's why you haven't seen me around. She just wouldn't let up with the pursuit." Robin flushed, but Patrick completely misunderstood the cause, thinking it was because of his teasing.
"How long have you two been together?" Matt asked, his voice rough.
"It's been a while," Patrick said lightly.
"A day," Robin said at the same time.
"It's been a really long day." Patrick licked his lips and grinned when Robin jabbed him in the side with her finger. "How is it you two know each other. Did Robin do a consult for you?"
Robin looked at Matt pleadingly, her heart pounding. She couldn't force words out either to lie or tell the truth.
"I met Robin and her roommates out a few weeks ago." Matt took a sip of his beer and looked at Robin pointedly. "I guess she didn't mention it."
"Patrick and I weren't on speaking terms then," Robin explained. "Or even dating."
"That's true. But eventually I knew she'd wouldn't be able to resist…"
"How about you give it a rest boy." Robert Scorpio's hand clamped down on Patrick's shoulder near his neck and squeezed in just such a way that Patrick's entire body spasmed.
"Dad, let go of him!" Robin exclaimed as Matt looked on horrified. She grabbed onto her father's immovable arm and pulled.
Robert ignored her and looked at the doctor from Mercy. "I believe your friends are waiting for you by the door and it's time for you to go." He smiled nastily. Anna had tried to be discreet in sending him over to interrupt, but he had read between the lines. The man had sex with his daughter and he would gladly kill him. Same went for Patrick, for that matter.
"Um, sir, could you let go of me now?" Patrick gasped.
Robert let go and made an advance at the blond doctor. "It was a great party. Bye." Matt turned around and rushed off.
Robert turned to his daughter who was massaging Patrick's neck and winked at her. Robin's jaw dropped. "Great party, luv. Best get back to it." He winkled his fingers at Patrick and walked off. Robin watched him go with a strange look on her face. She didn't know whether to be grateful, mortified or guilty.
"What was that about?" Patrick asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Then his eyes took on an evil glint. "Can you teach me that?"
"What for?" Robin asked, not admitting that she did in fact know how to do that.
"It might come in handy someday."
"When? On who?"
Patrick shrugged and took a sip of the beer that he retrieved from the floor where it had dropped when Robert had put the oogie on him. He was still grinning evilly.
Robin put her hands on her face and groaned. She definitely needed a drink.
"Don't tell him," Kelly said.
"I agree. He's a dog, he can't throw stones," Liz said.
"Hey!" Robin looked at Liz in annoyance. One minute Liz was practically panting on Patrick's shoes and the next she was putting him down. And then in the next she was oozing all over Jason. She was irritated on both Patrick and Lucky's behalf. She planned to have a private word with the nurse if things didn't change soon.
"I keep telling you it's none of his business." Kelly was loading the blender carafes into the dishwasher.
"If he finds out some other way he's going to feel betrayed," Lainey predicted.
"Men never take that kind of thing well, even if you do tell him," Emily said, her being a veteran of many twisted and overlapping relationships.
"I hate lying."
"It's not lying. You weren't together then. What's the point of telling him about the hot doc from Mercy?" Kelly said.
"You really think he's hot?" Emily asked. Everyone ignored her.
"I'm going to tell him." All the women turned to face him. "I appreciate all the advice, but I have to go with my gut here."
"Did you at least get his number?" Kelly asked. "What? He is cute." She shrugged when everyone gave her an exasperated look.
The women started chattering, berating Kelly or talking on other things. Robin smiled. She really liked having her friends around.
"Good night!" Patrick waved comically as Lucky and Emily helped Nikolas out of the loft. "Your friends are entertaining."
"How do you figure that?" Robin asked as she slid the door shut and locked it.
"Well, your family too. There's the James Bond move your dad pulled. Your mother hitting on my father…"
"Your father was hitting on my mother!" Robin defended. "It was mutual, anyway," she finished lamely.
"We could end up related, which in Port Charles probably wouldn't raise an eyebrow. Then there was the drunken Greek Prince. Or is it Russian? Who lives on a spooky island with his butler named Alfred and whose ex-wife is the girlfriend of a mobster who will probably try to kill him when he finds out she's hanging out with her ex-husband again. Then there are your roommates and their brightly colored drinks that could double as lime and mildew remover. And we can't forget the hitman ex-boyfriend. Oh, I mean coffee importer," Patrick corrected snidely at Robin's look. "Showing up and picking a fight with the half-brother of the mobster he is unusually close to and shares women with."
"Patrick. Shut up."
"Make me." Patrick put his hands on his hips and grinned down at her.
"All right." Robin stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Robin rolled over and looked at the bedside clock. 3 a.m. She turned back over and looked at a sleeping Patrick. She reached a finger out and traced over his gorgeous features. She pulled back when she shifted in his sleep, when he stayed asleep she dropped her head to the pillow and kept looking at him. One day, two now, they'd been together and she was already agonizing over a secret. She could have told him tonight, but she hadn't wanted to ruin the night. Their lovemaking, and she could call it that now even though they hadn't said they were in love yet, was incredible. Her entire body was still tingling. She was tempted to wake him for more, but he actually had a consult in the late morning.
These was so different than the experience she had shared with Matt Rucker, her first and only try at having sex without at least friendship and it had been a bust. It was cold and left her feeling cheap. It had no place between her and Patrick tonight. Maybe not ever, she thought, as Patrick's own words echoed in her mind. How many times had he told her to put aside knowledge that didn't impact her or them? How many times had he accused her of creating unreasonably high standards to keep people at bay? Or that she overanalyzed things and made them a bigger deal than they were? That, she rolled over onto her back and looked up at the pattern of moonlight on the ceiling, was probably what she was doing now. She hadn't asked Patrick who he was with when they were together or apart, he had volunteered that it had not gone all the way. Why would he care what she had done and with whom while he was busy proving he didn't have feelings for her?
She hadn't cheated on him, couldn't have possibly have cheated on him before yesterday. They were unlikely to cross paths again with Matt Rucker again and even if they did, Patrick of all people wouldn't care that she'd busted out and did what he had always done. He'd probably be impressed, if anything at her lame attempt to get him out of her mind. Probably take it as some kind of ego boost. Robin rolled her eyes and moved backwards on the bed. At her touch, Patrick rolled over and curved his body around hers. In his arms, she drifted off to sleep.
TBC