Love by Love – 08
Brock was astonished. He knew Reba was beautiful and sultry. But she never appeared to be hot and sexy as the way she looked tonight. The halter-top showed off her sexy freckled shoulders and generous amount of cleavage; too generous. The dress itself was form-fitting, contouring her every curve. The right side of the skirt had a split as high as half her thigh. Brock swallowed a lump in his throat. She also wore a sheer black stocking and 3 1/2 inch high heels. His mouth was getting dry because he left it gapped for too long. Yet he felt like he was drooling. Actually, he was drooling! Reba giggled when Barbra Jean held a tissue box in front of him, and broke him from his thoughts.
"I... err I'm sorry." Brock wiped the corner of his mouth. He felt a little embarrassed.
Lowering her eyes, Barbra Jean said, "Brock you want to take a seat?" Well that just added to his embarrassment. He sat down on the armrest of a chair. "My... my... isn't that a bouquet of roses?" Hinted Barbra Jean nodding toward Reba. She wasn't subtle at all.
"Uhh... Yeah, this is for you." He held the roses in front of Reba. She sheepishly took it from his hand mumbling thanks.
"Here, I'll put it in a vase for you. You should go now." She pushed them both out the door. "Don't bring her back to early." Brock and Reba glanced at each other and laughed at Barbra Jean's enthusiasm. Brock walked her to his Lexus, and opened the door for her.
"Thanks," said Reba easing in to the passenger seat. Brock ran over to his side and took the driver's seat. He gazed over at Reba once again with a grin before he started the engine. Her skirt raised up a little, showing off her thigh.
"You look really nice today." Brock complimented sincerely.
"You ain't so bad yourself," Reba replied with a sly smile.
"You took off your wedding ring?"
"I did. And I miss it already. I got used to wearing it now. I took it off, but doesn't mean I stopped loving him." Eyeing at her finger, Reba replied.
"Terry was a lucky man."
"He'll always have me." Reba fidgeting with her ring finger, feeling a little empty. Brock glanced at her and immediately took his eyes back to the road pulling in to the event.
"I envy him." Brock remarked getting out of the car. The valet opened the door for Reba taking the key from Brock. Clearing his throat, Brock motioned her to his arm. Reba took his arm walking in the event with him.
"Hello Mrs. Holliway, I'm glad you came." Her client, Ralph Wyebridge, came over to greet her. He then threw his arm around Brock's shoulder. "Hey buddy, I thought you said you might be busy and you ain't coming."
"Well I didn't have a date then, but I do now." Brock replied with a chuckle. Ralph glanced at Reba.
"You one lucky son of a gun, she's your girlfriend?"
"Oh, Mr. Wyebridge, Brock is an old friend of mine back from college. He happens to be my next door neighbour." Reba corrected.
"Please call me Ralph. I didn't know you're his friend, or I would have given all my business to you instead of Dolly." Ralph commented with a laugh.
"Pfft... You'd turn down Dolly Mayors?" Brock spoke with an unbelieving tone of voice.
"You wouldn't?" Ralph questioned with a smirk. Brock quickly gazed at Reba's cleavage. That probably was the only department that Reba couldn't beat Dolly, but yeah, he would turn anyone down for Reba. "Anyway, I hope you two enjoy the party. I'm gonna go greet other guests now. I'll see you around." He waved and went on talking to somebody else.
"You knew him?"
"He's my office landlord, my patient, my golf buddy and we go camping together every summer." Brock clarified.
"Then why didn't you RSVP when he invited you?"
"I thought maybe you, me, and the kids could go out for dinner." He responded casually. 'You, me and the kids', almost sounded like one happy family. Reba didn't have chance to make any kind of remark, when she spotted her boss, Dolly, at the event too. Dolly introduced Reba to a few people, she believed in networking and Reba was her right-hand employee. She wanted to make sure Reba had all the connections required to make a sale. Reba noticed Brock had quite good connections too. Coming to this event wasn't so bad after all. She got to mingle and get to know people in her new home town.
At the event, there were tables for the silent auction. Reba was interested in a few items. She put her price down for a throw and pillows set. She stopped at a table with a trip for two to Italy: her Italy. The auction just started, so the prices for the items weren't so high, she was able to bid against a previously high bidder. But only a while later the price shot up. Looking at the amount, Reba sighed. She was hoping to win this trip and she could take her daughter to Italy.
"Are you interested in this?" said a terrific looking man behind her.
"Yes, but it's getting to high now, I don't think I could afford it." Reba flashed him a smile and before a conversation could start, she was called back to her seat. 'Man he sure looks great and smells so good.' She thought. She turned to his direction again. He was talking to Dolly, looked like he was asking Dolly about her.
"Care to join me on the dance floor?" Brock held a hand in front of Reba asking her to a dance.
"Can you dance, really? Lori-Ann always said you have two left feet." Yet she took his hand and walked to the dance floor with him. Brock raised his brow feeling provoked. He asked Reba to wait on the dance floor and he went to request a song. Reba smiled when the music start. They were playing the song 'I've had the time of my life.' Brock knew Reba could dance, he saw her dance with Parker. He always wanted to dance with her like the way Parker did. But he couldn't dance then but he'd been practicing. By the time the song was over, Reba almost broke into a sweat. That was sure one dirty dance. Especially when they ended with him standing behind her with his arms draped across her and their faces were only mere inches apart. Their eyes locked in passion. She could feel his warm breath tickling her lips. They broke apart when the crowds applauded. "Errmm... That was nice." Reba murmured.
"It was..." Brock was literally panting.
"You've certainly improved." Reba complimented.
"And you're still as great as you used to be." Brock's heart still beating fast, wasn't sure from the dance or from the number of times that he felt her skin under his hands. When he held her close, his hand placed at the small of her back, bare back. Maybe when he ran his hands along her arms. Or when her body pressed against his chest. When she wrapped one leg around him and he dipped her. Or maybe when she stared into his eyes and her eyes almost read 'I dare you to take me'. He needed to sit down. The host announced five minutes before silent auction was over. Reba rushed to see if any of her items that she had her eyes on was outbid, so she could put more money in. She sighed when she saw how high the price of trip to Italy became.
"You want to go to Italy?" Brock spotted her walking over at the table a few times now, but he only saw her number at the beginning. They didn't write the name down, just their registered number.
"My dream place. I was hopping if I win this I could take Kyra with me. But looks like it's still just a dream for me." Reba sighed and walked back to her seat stopping at the table that had her items in process to make sure she still was the highest bidder. Brock glanced at her direction and spontaneously he put down his registration number for the trip to Italy. Only two minutes before the auction ended, hopefully no one out bid him.
The auction was finally over and they announced the lucky bidder on the stage. Reba got her throw and pillows that she felt in love with and made sure she was the highest bidder. Brock got a romantic dinner for two at Petit Jacque: champagne included. He also got a bicycle built for two. Reba was wondering who got the trip.
"A bicycle built for two? Would Cheyenne be able to reach the pedals?" Reba quipped.
"She could just sit behind me when we go out for a ride." Brock replied, but honestly he wasn't thinking of Cheyenne when he bid for the item. But he wasn't going to tell Reba.
The crowd was in awe, when the announcer advertised that the high bidder put on a bid of ten thousand dollar for the trip to Italy: trip for two weeks airfare and accommodation included. They all turned their heads to look at the highest bidder. He waved at the crowd and his gaze stopped at Reba. He smiled at her. Brock became uncomfortable when Reba smiled back. He was the good-looking man that asked her if she was interested in the item. He was Dr. Jack Morgan.