A/N 1: I have put the song, Feeling Love, that is refered to in this chapter on my myspace homepage. If you haven't ever heard it, check it out...it's one of the sexiest songs on the planet!

An Affair to Remember

Dave laid on the bed with his arm propping up his head, trying not to watch her. He was like an adolescent boy that had just discovered his mother's lingerie catalogue peeking glances at her. He could watch her for hours. She wasn't doing anything more than packing her suitcase, but it was something about the graceful way in which she did it that turned him on. He looked her over from head to toe and felt his lips turn up in a smirk.

"What?" She said as she turned around. It was something in the look that he gave her that let her know right away what the what was. Her smile was as menacing as his, but she wasn't going to let on that she knew. He was beautiful and all he was doing was lying on the bed. Clad only in sweat pants, with those fucking biceps popping out at her, looking at her, taunting her, screaming "lick me, Britain." She wondered was it natural to be so sexually attracted to one man. But still, just looking at those muscles, she couldn't wait to feel them on her again. The thought made her lick her lips.

"Dance for me."

"What?" She laughed. He had caught her off guard; here she was thinking about licking his muscles and he wanted her to bust a move? What was this Soul Train? She hadn't even been doing anything remotely seductive and here he wanted her to dance for him.

"I'm serious. Dance like you did at that club, I liked that." Being the world's sexiest man had its advantages. He knew what he was doing by dropping his voice lower and softer, taking the time to drag out every syllable. He had her right where he wanted her and found that he liked the fact that he was making her sweat. "You scared?"

Never being one to back down from a challenge, she rifled through her bag and got her CD case. She smiled when she ran across Paula Cole. You want me to dance? Oh, I'll dance alright… I'm gonna blow your fuckin' mind. She put the CD in the stereo and pushed the button until track number 9 came on. As soon as the music started she watched as Dave's eyebrow raised. The song, Feeling Love, had a slow but steady drum beat and a sexy keyboard and bass riff instantly reminding him of a Vaudeville strip show.

Love, Love

This was going to be lesson for Mr. Batista in who had the upper hand. Granted he might have a body that made her insides turn to mush, but she had something that he didn't…girly parts. And just like Angelina Jolie, not too many men, gay or straight could resist her girly parts.

Slowly Britain started to sway her hips to the beat of the song. The more the opening riff played the harder she rocked. As soon as Paula's voice started, she slowly dragged her arms up her sides and leaned over the slightest bit to show her cleavage. Naturally she bit her lip with a flirty smile as she mouthed the words to the song.

You make me feel like a sticky pistil...
Leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like a mister sunshine...
Himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass...
While we're rollin'

She rolled her hips a little harder. She was becoming the living embodiment of that song. Every word that Paula spoke was exactly how she felt every time he touched her. He had the power to ignite a fire in her that raged every time she looked at him. She was going to make sure that he saw exactly how much he got to her, through the use of this dance. And with a little luck, she would turn him to jelly just like he did to her.

Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's runnin' between...
my thighs

She ran her hands across the inner part of her thighs slowly and dragged them up her body catching the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up enough to expose her stomach, appreciating the smile on his face.

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love

She never took her eyes off of him as she walked closer to him. She noticed that when she came to stand next to the foot of the bed that he sat up, fully attentive to her advances. He couldn't resist scooting lower on the bed, until he was sitting at the foot of it with his feet resting on the floor. If Dave would have scooted any further down the bed, he would have been on the floor. She was putting on a private show for him and didn't want anything to obstruct his view. He paid close attention to her movements, every graceful sway of her hips. Those belly dancers in Hawaii could have taken a lesson from her, those hips moved like they were a part of the song, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love

The closer she got to the bed, the more in awe he became. Especially when she turned around and started to sway her ass in his face. When he reached out to touch it she turned around and waved her finger at him to tell him no. He watched as she twirled her hair around her finger and sucked another finger on her other hand into her mouth. She pulled it out slowly and took that moist finger and trailed it down her neck, all the while still swaying her hips and never losing the beat of the song. She let out a small groan to tease him, letting him know just how much she was enjoying the feel of her hands on her body.

You make me feel like a candy apple
All red and horny

You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door

She grabbed bottle of water that he had in his hand and poured it over her shoulder and her chest, making her shirt cling to her. After discarding the bottle, she pulled the clingy garment up her stomach by the use of only her thumb while her other hand grabbed her breast.

And I would open the door and...
I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt...
That I'm wearing

She managed to lift the shirt off and she started to wind it around her wrists, tying them together and then lifting her arms over her head, twirling her hips in wide circles with the music.

And you would open the door and tie...
Me up to the bed

She dropped the shirt from her wrists and began to run her hands down her stomach, and past her waist, slowly grinding her hips toward her hand.

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love

With a seductive smile, she looked down at the tie on her pants and carefully she stuck her pelvis out toward him. Dave reached his hand forward with a serious look on his face. He took the tie in his hand and pulled on it gently, still watching the way her hips moved. He placed his hands on her hips as she shimmed out of the garment, but not before he took the liberty of running his hands up and down her hips. He was memorized by her belly button, the way the water that she had poured on herself ran down it. He wanted nothing more but to stick out his tongue and catch that offending droplets of water, but then he would miss the big finale to her dance number. What to do, what to do?

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love

With her pants safely away from her legs, she kicked her foot up so that the pants flew through the air. Dave caught them before they could land on the bed and smiled at the way she laughed. Britain squatted on the floor still moving her hips to the music but opening and closing her legs with her hands on her thighs in front of him to the beat of the song . She knew she had him and truthfully, if this modeling thing didn't pan out, she knew she would make one hell of a stripper.

Lover, but I don't know who I am
Am I Barry White? Am I Isis? Ohhh...

Resting on her knees, she slid her hands slowly up his thighs and began to whip her head around so that her hair tickled his stomach. She finally looked up at him when his hand in her hair brought her face up to his. She kissed him softly before lying back on the floor. Her feet were planted when she lifted her hips and began to grind upward.

Lover, I'm laced with your unconscious

Oh baby babe babe baby
I will be your Desdemona ahhhhh...

Dave watched as she ran her hands down her body. He wasn't sure how much more he could take or how much longer this song was going to go on, but this was fucking torture. But as painfully hard as he was, he found that he could not turn away. He literally had to run his hand over his mouth to check if he was drooling. He couldn't believe that someone could do things like that to him without even touching him.

Take your time

She let her hand trail inside of her underwear and she began to stroke softly, still moving her hips to the song. She closed her eyes and felt her skin start to prickle at the feeling she gave herself. A small satisfied groan escaped her when she reopened her eyes and locked on his.

You make me feel Ahaa
You make me feel WooWoo baby
You make me feel Ahaa mmm
You make me feel loved

You make me feel so good

Love, love oh no, no

Love, love oh no, no

No, no, no, no

You make me feel so good inside

And I'm gonna love what you do now

Love, love

Dave was at his breaking point. Silently, he slid off the bed and knelt between her parted legs. He couldn't control himself, he had to let his tongue trace her knee and was rewarded with that giggle that he loved and then that smile. It should never be spoken of the things that he did to her, but all he knew was that song was on repeat and he knew that he would be singing that song with a smile on his face for a long time to come.

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The heat of the shower did little to stop the hint of sadness she was feeling. Britain stepped in further under the spray allowing the hot water to beat on her head. Why did the week have to go by so fast? This was most fun she'd had in ages. Dave was this great guy…he wasn't one of those guys that talked about himself being one way, but showed himself to be another. And she found that she didn't have to pretend to be someone else either when she was with him. He let her rant about countless topics, often finding humor in some of the crass things that came out of her mouth. He just genuinely seemed to like the sound of her voice and it helped because she was always talking.

They seemed to be the perfect counterbalance to each other. He showed her a good time outside of his hotel room during the day and she showed him a great time inside every night.

On the first day, Dave nagged until Britain reluctantly agreed to work out with him. He had given her some crap about building strength and keeping her muscles agile. That night with one leg firmly planted on the floor and the other extended straight against his torso, performing the perfect vertical split, using only the sink behind her to keep her balance, Britain showed Dave that she didn't need to exercise for flexibility. On the second day, Dave laughed at her for not being to keep still during the long car ride to the Napa Valley. That night, she showed him just how long she could ride, so well in fact, Dave kept requesting repeat performances. On the third day, Dave forced her to watch a Lakers' game, which she could've cared less about. That night, she forced him to watch her please herself… which he couldn't stop trying to help. On the fourth day Dave made fun of her golf stroke. That night, she showed him that the only club she was worried about, she already had the perfect stroke for. On the fifth day, Dave made arrangements for her to accompany him for a day at the spa. That night, she gave him what the masseuse didn't…a happy ending.

And now it was the sixth day, her last day with him.

It was over…they had their kicks and she never had to see him again. And the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous and sweet and had a body that made her knees weak, and a tongue ring, and big hands and every other amenity that a lady shouldn't think about wasn't going to change the fact that once she walked out of his room, she wouldn't look back. Getting sad about it, would only counteract everything that they had shared during their time together and they had too much of a good time to do that.

Britain opened her eyes under the spray and smiled when she felt two very large arms encircle her waist. His breath was warm on her neck and the small kisses he planted from her ear down to her shoulder made her forget that she wanted to go.

"You don't have to leave tonight." Dave whispered still peppering tiny kisses over her wet skin. "My flight isn't until tomorrow afternoon." He let his hands trail up her wet stomach until they reached the roundness of her breasts. Cupping them, he allowed his tongue to trail the wet skin that his lips just kissed. "Stay with me."

"I can't." There was nothing more in the world that she wanted than to stay with him for just one more night. But it couldn't happen, because she knew if she stayed another night, she would never want to leave. "I'm leaving for Europe in two days with my parents. I have a million things to do before our trip." Although her mouth was saying she couldn't stay, her hands still made their way up around his neck holding his head on that spot on her shoulder that his tongue seemed to love.

"Please?" Dave turned her around in the shower and loved the way the water droplets ran down her face. Her hair was beautiful wet and clinging to every inch of her silky skin. He needed to make sure he studied everything about the way she looked at that moment. He couldn't let her go…why did he have to let her go? "Please?"

Britain dropped her eyes from his. Those damn brown eyes were going to make her give in. "I have to go." She studied his lips, the way he licked them before he leaned in and kissed her. He was such a good kisser. His lips seemed to know just how much pressure to use and his tongue knew exactly how to tease hers. If she didn't get the hell out that hotel soon, she was sure that she would end up handcuffing herself to him, that way she never had to leave. But hearing him say please made her want to do any and everything that he requested. You are not going to get attached to him. In a few hours you won't even remember his name. It was fun while it lasted, but this is it…this is all it was meant to be.

Dave used his strength to pick her up off of the floor and used the wall behind her to keep her stable. "Hold on to me." He never took his eyes off of hers as he started to move in her slowly at first, then he picked up speed. Everything about this woman drove him absolutely insane. How the hell was he supposed to get on a plane the next day and never see her again? Because you have to. It was never supposed to be more than this. But damn, her body felt good on his and those eyes…he could forget his own name looking in her eyes.

Britain couldn't deny him anything, especially not when his hips moved the way they did. He moved with force and authority, letting her know exactly how he wanted her. He held her up, kissing her passionately all the while still grinding into her. "Dave…" Why was it that she had an orgasm every time she was with him? No one had ever made her body explode every single time, multiple times even. There was something this man that she would never get enough of.

It was over entirely too quickly for him. He wanted to be inside her for the rest of the night, but she was too warm, too wet and too beautiful to not give in. He held her there, even afterward, just enjoying the feel of her lips on his neck. He reluctantly let her feet touch the floor, but never let her go.

"I guess I have to wash all over again." She laughed tilting her head back to let the water rewet her hair. She loved the way his mouth felt on the hollow of her throat. And truthfully, she loved the way his large body covered hers. This is why I need to leave…I could get use to this.

"Well seeing as how it's my fault, let me." Dave grabbed the body gel from the shelf and poured it in his hands. He didn't need a washcloth, not when this would be the last time his hands could roam over her body. He was purposely trying to delay her leaving and it worked, before long leading into the last time he would be with her.

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Dave carried Britain's bags out to her car, trying to figure out how he was supposed to say goodbye. Was it rude if he shook her hand or if he kissed her would he be giving her the impression that he wanted more? The quiet way she walked beside him didn't help either. He glanced over at her and noticed the way she played with the ends of her hair with a determined look on her face. But even the small pout on her face made her beautiful.

Britain watched him as he closed the trunk. She leaned against the car and studied his face as he looked at the ground with his hands in his pockets. "It was really nice meeting you Dave." She smiled at him to let him know that she really meant it.

"You too." This was more awkward than he expected. He didn't know what he wanted but her leaving damn sure wasn't it.

"I had fun."

Dave nodded. "So did I." His voice remained quiet, still searching his brain for the appropriate thing to say. He thought about different things he could say to her, but each one seemed to cheapen what they shared. How do you thank someone for sleeping with you?

Britain shrugged; she just wanted to get this over with. "You have a safe flight and don't get hurt at work." She covered all the basics making sure not to say anything remotely close to I'll see you later or call me. This was the end of their fling and she wanted it to be final, it had to be final. She extended her hand forward and looked at him to shake it.

Dave looked at her hand confused. Shaking her hand would be disrespectful after the amazing week he had with her. He couldn't end it with a handshake, this wasn't a business arrangement…he didn't know what it was, but it definitely wasn't professional. He stepped forward and let out a sigh. With a small frown on his face, he cupped his large hands around her face and leaned in to kiss her softly. "You are an amazing woman." He whispered, resting his forehead against hers. He noticed everything about her up close. The way her eyes looked under the street light, the ever present smell of her coconut scented hair and baby lotioned skin, the gentle way she batted her lashes and of course the sexy way she bit her bottom lip. "Don't do that lip thing…if you keep doing it, I won't let you go."

Britain smiled and kissed him softly again. "Goodbye."

Dave raised his hand to wave as she pulled off. He couldn't say goodbye, not yet anyway. He was either completely whipped in 10 days, or he was feeling something else for her. This is not supposed to happen. He turned slowly back toward the hotel and made his way up to his room. It seemed so much smaller and quieter now that he was alone. He found that the one thing he was missing the most was hearing her giggle. Flopping on the bed, he couldn't help but to breathe in deeply. Damn, even the pillows smell like her. If he was trying to get her off his mind, he was failing miserably at it and she had only been gone for 15 minutes.

He rolled over and winced when he felt something sharp poke him in the back. Sitting up, he patted the bed behind him. He couldn't help but to laugh when he saw them…those strappy sandals that she wore on their first date. Those same sandals that he had asked her to wear repeatedly during the time they were together. Those were the same sandals that made her calves pop out, and extended her already long legs…the ones that tied up around her legs…he liked those sandals, a lot. He thumbed the card and read out loud.

Dave,

Since you seem to like these so much, I thought you should keep them. Think about me whenever you wear them…Ha!

xoxoxo

Britain

Dave held on those shoes and allowed himself to sink back amongst the pillows. It was like a twisted Cinderella fairytale; some way, some how, he had to find the woman that those shoes belonged to. No one else would ever do those shoes justice the way that Britain did…no one.

Lyrics: Feeling Love by Paula Cole used without permission.

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A/N 2: I would like to thank my new Editor and Chief Sarahblue23. She edited so hopefully between the two of us, you won't need a damn dictionary to figure out what the hell I'm talking about. Thank you again Sarah, I can't say that enough!