Chapter 20
With a playfulness he didn't feel, Remington lightly swatted Felicia on a cheek of her bare bottom. Without asking or even a curious look, she flopped down on the bed next to him on her side and stretched, a cat-that-at-the-canary look upon her face. Rolling to his side, he sat up on the side of the bed, and raked his hands through his hair. Plucking a Kleenex from the box on the bedside table, he attended to a bit of housekeeping before dropping tissue and condom into the wastebasket.
"You've still the stamina of a God, Michael," Felicia praised, her eyes freely roaming over his sleek body. "Learned a new trick or two, as well, I believe since last we shagged." From Felicia, this was a compliment, and he took it as such.
"It has been more than six years, Felicia," he reminded her, with a smile he didn't feel. "I should hope my repertoire would expand over that time. I could say the same of yours." Sheathed as praise it was anything but. She took it as he'd intended her to. She dropped to her back, stretching again, this time arching her back.
"Yes, but how long is it now that you've been with dowdy, little Lisa?" she questioned. Pressing up on an elbow, she studied his face as she spoke. "Either you finally lured her into your bed, and she's quite the vixen…" she said the word with relish "…between the sheets – something I can't begin to fathom – or…" she wagged a playful, approving finger at him, a coy smile on her face "…you've been a naughty, naughty boy and haven't been as faithful to Lisa as she demands." She saw the flash of anger that darted through his eyes, but his smile never faltered.
"Laura and I never laid claim to one another," he dismissed, as he pulled on first underwear, then pants, zipping them but leaving them unbuttoned as he shrugged into his shirt.
"You're welcome to shower, if you'd like," she swiped a careless hand in the direction of the bathroom door. It was a gesture she wasn't inclined to offer most men who passed through her boudoir. No, she was very much like Michael in this respect: A bit of fun then an adieu… providing of course the seduction had been part of a grander scheme.
"Thanks, but no. Daniel wasn't feeling well this evening, if you recall. I'd like to look in on him." She heaved a sigh.
"I do hope whatever it is he's come down with won't interfere with our plans." He looked back over his shoulder at her, as he pulled on his socks. A typical remark for Felicia: Always looking out after her own interests, first and foremost. It was one of her traits that, on occasion had bemused him, while at other times he'd found distasteful.
"I've never known the old man not to rally when the occasion arrives." With a shrug of his shoulders, he stood and slipped his feet into his shoes. "Keep the faith," he patted her on the hip when she rolled to face him. "Bye, now." He lifted her hand and lay a peck against the back of it, then picked up his jacket and tie and turned for the door.
"Oh, darling. Why don't we plan for an encore for tomorrow night," she invited, giving him her most sultry smile.
"As enjoyable as that might be, I'm afraid I can't. I've a couple details to take care of tomorrow, and then I'll be on my way. Perhaps the next time our paths cross." With a wink and a smile, he opened the door and slipped out.
Felicia flopped to her back with a frown. Despite the time he'd spent in LA which spoke otherwise, the man hadn't changed at all. He was a delicious lover and always quite the gentleman unless the occasion demanded otherwise…
And he still moved on to new shores when he'd either tired of a locale or it had gotten too hot for him to remain.
She suspected his departure could be attributed to the latter, this time around.
How had little Lisa gotten him to stick around for so long? The question both intrigued and irritated her.
She shrugged the thought off, deciding to concentrate on much more pleasurable matters. Her fingers slipped between her legs and she closed her eyes, recalling each touch of Michael's hands and mouth upon her skin.