I disclaim again. I only own Charlie and those unknown.

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Chapter Seven – Everything and More

Charlie and Randy stood there kissing and Randy had forgotten the plans for the afternoon. She scrambled his brain and he was going to have to write down all the plans. Luckily the concierge had their two days mapped out down to the second and handled all the arrangements for Randy. The concierge may seem stuffy and snooty, but he knew how to plan things to do from the silly to the elegant and their two days had all that and everything in between. Randy was still unsure about the theatre, could he sit through an opera or the ballet or a symphony just for Charlie to have that experience? Were some of the plans cheesy and she'd laugh? He was too worried and panicky. One thing was for sure, he just wanted to be with her. He wanted to kiss her, cuddle with her, hold her, laugh with her and make love to her. The latter being his favorite.

As his tongue danced with hers, Randy thought back to his suspension and how he hit rock bottom. He flew back to St Louis after his meeting with Vince and was on the verge of quitting the business. He wanted to get alcoholically obliterated, probably smoke another joint and forget the world. He questioned more and more his life over the past 10 years and how everything was so fucked up. Was it his entire fault? Was he the instigator, did he let his emotions control his life? When had he become an idiot? Why did he act like an ass? And his favorite question, why did he stay with Sam? If she was already engaged to another man that hinted at her cheating on him. But did he care? It's not like he wasn't looking. He never disrespected his vows, he never cheated on Sam despite the throngs of women throwing themselves at him, but he was careless at times. He just had the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude and it was costing him not only thousands of dollars but his reputation. His life's work depended on him resurrecting himself and he had to act quickly.

And then he met her. His golden girl, his muse. Charlie was quickly becoming his air and without her he couldn't continue. Randy broke the kiss regretfully and just held her face with his hands. If his fate held a lifetime of just kissing her, he could die a happy man, delicious kisses that controlled his every thought. She was definitely the most incredible woman to ever cross his path. He looked into her eyes and could see a real future in there. He wasn't sure about the whole future, but he knew he'd rather be with her than anywhere else. He couldn't resist and placed soft, delicate kisses to her lips, face and neck. Tonight was going to be the most amazing experience, he hoped for them both. When he thought back he wasn't sure he'd ever waited six weeks to be with a girl. The body and face were enough to keep him desiring her, but her inner-Charlie kept him there. The more he thought about it the more he was positive he was in love with her. He attempted again to break the kisses.

"I was going to keep the next two days top secret but I have a dilemma and I need you to vote." Charlie was excited to hear what he had planned. "There's a private dinner party followed by a sneak peek at a new exhibition at the art museum. The Louvre has pieces on exhibit here and tonight there's an opening gala; dinner, dancing, chance to tour the museum without being mobbed." That was more for Randy's benefit. Charlie loved the sound of this, southern high society at its finest. Randy actually didn't mind this idea even though it was black tie.

"How can you top that?" She waited anxiously for her next choice.

"We could do something normal tonight and do a benefit gala tomorrow night at the aquarium." He didn't mind going to a benefit dinner, this one would cost one thousand dollars a plate. Now that he thought about it, the museum was five hundred a plate, both were black tie and he let the concierge confirm their attendance at both. Even though he just paid 10,000 for anger management, he would gladly pay a few thousand more to be with Charlie.

"Can we do both?" She asked not wanting to push her luck since she figured they were both formal.

"We'll do whatever you want." How could he resist her, impossible.

"I'd like to do both but I would never ask you to do something you weren't interested in." Charlie really wanted her way on this one and would bat her eyes and pull any other feminine trick she could do.

"We have tickets for both already." He smiled at her and held her tight. His body had a natural desire to constantly touch her; it was as if he were making sure she was real. As he fought the urge to kiss her again the room phone rang. As Randy answered it, Charlie went to the balcony and took in the view. She couldn't believe she was in a strange city with a man she barely knew in a five star hotel and embarking on an incredible journey provided by her companion. She thought of the conversation she had with his parents and how they claimed she didn't deserve Randy since he was from a higher class than she was. She was still surprised at how superficial and shallow they were, actually his mom did all the talking and his dad sat there silent. Charlie turned to see Randy pacing while on the phone. He looked really pissed. She sat on the floor in front of the balcony and watched him.

She listened to his conversation and it didn't take long to figure out he was talking to his parents. There was a knock on the door and Charlie answered it to find the concierge's assistant smiling at her. She was informed she had a spa appointment followed by more pampering at the salon. That was optional if Charlie chose to primp herself. She glanced back to Randy who motioned for her to return to his side, and she did with a smile. He kissed her tenderly and quickly became enraptured by her lips. He blindly hung up the phone on his enraged mother who had done nothing but berate him since he answered the phone. They looked at eachother using their eyes to convey everything in their heads. Not a snowballs chance in hell would send him back to Sam much less give up Charlie. The concierge assistant cleared her throat and looked around the room as if she were oblivious to the couple in love.

Charlie followed the young girl to the lobby and outside to the private spa facility. She spent the afternoon getting a massage and a body scrub and knew she could get used to this life. She had never indulged herself before and maybe, just maybe she'd have to start. She tried not to think of Randy's parents and their poor perception of her. Her finances were none of his parents business and she wasn't even sure it was Randy's. She thought of the events he had planned for tonight and tomorrow, he knew she loved museums, art and natural history, he knew she loved animals, the zoo and aquarium. What may be frivolous and cheesy to some was an afternoon or evening of excitement to her.

Charlie opted out of the salon appointments, she could do her own hair and make-up and salons always over did things. She returned to the room feeling refreshed and revitalized and wearing a soft smile. She was lost in her own world and was quickly pulled back to reality when she saw Randy staring at the blank tv again. She crossed the room and sat in the chair next to him. Randy looked over at her and smiled. How did she do that? She always made everything feel better just by smiling at him. "Just tell me, Randy." If this was the break up she'd rather he just get it over with.

"I'm falling in love with you." He looked into her eyes and felt like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.

"What?" Not even close to what she was expecting.

"I love you, Charlotte, and no matter what, I'm not going anywhere." He put his hand out hoping she'd take it despite the look of fear on her face. Charlie stood and looked at him unsure what to say or do. Did she love him too? She sure did, but could she say it? Randy watched her intently as his words swirled in her head. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Are you sure? Because if you're not don't say it." Her voice was shaking and her tears threatened to spill out. He stood and took her face in his hands and when she closed her eyes at his touch the tears fell.

"I'm sure." His thumbs wiped her tears and he kissed her eyes. "I don't give a shit what anybody says, I know what I feel for you and I know how to handle everything else." Randy smiled softly at her and kissed her tenderly. She was fighting her emotions but they overtook her and she let the tears fall freely. "If it has to be just you and me, then it's just you and me." Charlie threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, Randy clinging to her for his life's blood. She pulled back and kissed him with everything she had, forceful and passionate, enthusiastic and fiery. He was losing control and his desire for her was clouding his brain, how was he going to make it for the rest of the night? Charlie already lost control five minutes ago when he said he loved her, now she was pulling at his shirt, craving the feel of his skin. The instant he was free of his shirt, he was tearing at hers. Seconds later they were in their under garments and Randy picked her up so she was straddling him. Her mouth was still hungry for his and her tongue was begging for his.

As he slowly walked to the bedroom he removed her bra and ran his hands all over her. He broke the kiss with her lips and moved his mouth lower. He knelt on the bed and leaned forward, keeping an arm wrapped around her so she wouldn't fall backward. Gently placing her against the soft pillows and bed, he looked at her as he removed her panties. He really wanted this and now, but he knew this would be fast. It had absolutely nothing to do with time and a schedule but time as in it had been a long time for him. About now Charlie could give a shit if it was two minutes or 20, she just wanted raw sex, forget the foreplay. She used every ounce of strength she had to flip his 240 pound body over so he was on his back. She knew he was debating it and she wouldn't give him a choice, not this time. She sat between his legs and kept her eyes on his as she removed his boxers. His body was strikingly impressive and she suddenly wondered if this was a good idea. Too late now. She bent down and ran her tongue along the length of him as she kissed and licked her way back up to his face.

When she felt not only his sharp intake of air but the tip of him at her center, she sat back, engulfing him inside her. Randy and Charlie both called out at the mind blowing feeling of eachother and neither moved for fear of a swift ending for one or both. Her head fell back and her nails dug into his chest. When she gained control, she bent down and kissed Randy, tracing his lips with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth and dipping her tongue to his. He held her hips in place as he regained control, but her kisses were erotic and sensual and she mimicked the movements of her body with her tongue. She had yet to move her hips, but she was squeezing and releasing him making his eyes roll back in his head. His only chance of survival was to flip her over and he rapidly did just that. His mouth met hers again and this time his tongue controlled the kiss. One hand went behind her head and the other went under her knee, holding her leg up and giving him deeper access. Charlie raised her other leg and let him sink further into her and her heavy lidded eyes met his. Her vision was blurry and her mind was clouded with lust as Randy began to gently move their bodies. She arched her back and dipped her hips causing Randy to groan in ecstasy.

He took her hands in his and raised them above her head, stretching her body and causing him greater delight. With the position of her body Charlie could feel her peak rising to drown her. Her high pitched squeals kept his movements at a steady pace and he did his best to restrain the intense muscle tightening he felt with every thrust into her delicious core. As soon as he felt the waves of her sweet ending crashing around him he couldn't contain his own and Randy soon followed.

He had a hard time removing himself from her and she didn't try to help him. He lay on top of her recovering and her delicate finger tips massaged his back caused him to shiver. She felt the sheen of perspiration on his back and chest and she giggled. "You will be the death of me, woman."

Charlie needed more from him but would settle for tasting his mouth. He was exhausted but knew he had to break free of her spell. He found the strength to roll from her but pulled her with him. She was fighting sleep and he was thinking about their plans. Now that he had tasted her fruit, could he control himself in public? He already had the strong impulses to constantly touch her in some form, but now it was different. "What time are we leaving?"

"You still want to go?" He asked hoping he didn't have to untangle himself from her. Charlie giggled and wasn't sure herself.

"Didn't you already pay for the tickets?" She asked as she moved to look at him. He was a beautiful man and did she really want to break from him?

"Who cares." And right now he didn't. He rolled her to her back partially covering her and began another assault on her strawberry tongue.