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Chapter 7

J.R. greeted Sly after returning from lunch with Senator Dodds and members of the OLM. It was an informal lunch concerning the conservation of some wetlands near one of the old Ewing refinery sites. J.R. had approached the OLM with the proposal to clean up the area and return it to as natural a setting as possible but he needed funding to assist with the clean up. The OLM and Senator Dodds were amiable to assisting him with the pursuit of funding and J.R. knew the clean up would be good press for Ewing Oil. The only negative aspect of his lunch was the dammed reporters who insisted on badgering everyone with questions as they were leaving. Luckily, the Senator's office had already prepared a statement and J.R. was able to escape without making a comment. He would have Sly prepare a press statement for later, after funding was secured and the clean up was underway.

"Any messages Sly?" asked J.R.

"Yes J.R.," she said handing him a stack of messages. J.R. quickly glanced through them stopping as he read one of them, a grin spreading come his face.

"Sly, I'm going to take the rest of the day off," said J.R. "If anyone calls just take a message and tell 'em I'll call 'em back."

"What about the meeting with Bobby?"

"Dammit," swore J.R. "Just tell him I've an unexpected meeting," J.R. said. "Thanks Sly," he added as he headed back out of the offices.

Sly watched as J.R. entered the elevator. She smiled to herself knowing exactly what type of meeting J.R. was going to. She was still smiling when Bobby walked in twenty minutes later.

"Sly is J.R. back yet?" he asked as he looked at his messages.

"He was Bobby but he left almost immediately. He had an unexpected meeting come up," said Sly.

"What?" Bobby asked incredulously. "What meeting Sly?"

"I don't know Bobby. J.R. received a message concerning it while he was out to lunch," explained Sly.

"What did the message say, Sly?" When Sly didn't answer him immediately, Bobby asked again. "What did the message say Sly?" Bobby demanded, his temper rising.

"It only had a time and a location," said Sly. She didn't think it was Bobby's business who J.R. was meeting, although she knew who it was.

"When and where," asked Bobby. He was tired of J.R.'s games. "Sly...," Bobby said leaning on her desk.

"2:30 at the Westin City Center," answered Sly. Bobby looked at his watch then turned on his heel and walked out of the offices. Sly waited for the elevator door to close before Sly picked up the phone and called J.R.'s car phone. There was no answer. Hanging up Sly called the Westin City Center.

"Thank you for calling the Westin City Center, how may I help you?"

"Could you please transfer me to Mr. J.R. Ewing's room," asked Sly.

"Please hold," she was asked. A few minutes later Sly heard. "I am sorry we don't have a Mr. Ewing registered."

"Um...do you have a Miss Sue Ellen Shepard registered?" asked Sly.

"Please hold, ma'am while I check," the desk attendant said. A few minutes later the attendant came back on the line. "Yes, Miss Shepard is registered here. Would you like me to ring her room?"

"Yes please and thank you," answered Sly.

"You're welcome, please hold," the attendant said as she transferred the call. The phone rang and Sly breathed a sigh of relief when it was answered.

"Hello," said Sue Ellen.

"Sue Ellen, this is Sly. I'm sorry for calling but may I speak to J.R., it's important," said Sly.

"Hold on a minute Sly," said Sue Ellen who handed the phone to J.R. J.R. listened to Sly, assured her he wasn't mad at her, told her to go ahead home and thanked her for calling. Hanging up the phone J.R. turned back to Sue Ellen and began to laugh.

"What's so funny J.R.? Why did Sly call?"

"Well, it seems my baby brother is a bit upset that I'm not at the office. He demanded Sly tell him where I was and fearin' his temper she did. She told him I had an unexpected meetin'," explained J.R. "When she told him where he high-tailed it out of the office, full of self-righteous anger and is headin' over here."

Sue Ellen started to laugh. "Too bad he won't find you registered here," giggled Sue Ellen. "I wonder if he will think to look under my maiden name for you," she added as she moved into J.R.'s embrace.

J.R.'s hands came to rest on Sue Ellen's hips. He replied, "I doubt it. And he'll be fit to be tied tonight." J.R. looked down into the laughing eyes of his wife.

"Too bad," said Sue Ellen, as she looked at J.R. "Now where were we?" asked Sue Ellen, moving closer to J.R. her fingers tracing over his cheek.

"Well, you were right here and I was...," began J.R. lowering his head toward Sue Ellen.

"Yes...," whispered Sue Ellen.

"...right here," said J.R. covering Sue Ellen's mouth with his. Sue Ellen's only answer was soft moan as she surrendered to J.R.'s passionate kiss.


Bobby Ewing handed his keys to the valet and walked inside the Westin City Center to the front desk.

"Excuse me, Michelle," Bobby began reading her name tag, "could you please tell me which room J.R. Ewing is in?" he said.

Michelle recognized Bobby Ewing of Ewing Oil and checked the computer. "I'm sorry sir, J.R. Ewing isn't registered."

Bobby thought quickly and remembered J.R. once mentioning using their grandfather's name when he was younger. "Could you see if there is a John Southworth registered?"

Michelle checked the register again. "No, sir I am sorry there is no one by that name registered either," she said.

"Thank you," said Bobby before walking away. He knew J.R. was here in one of these rooms but without knowing what name he was registered under Bobby had no chance of finding him. Gritting his teeth in anger, Bobby strode out of the Westin City Center.

As he waited for the valet to bring his car around he silently swore to himself that tonight he and J.R. would have a nice long talk punctuated with a few fists to J.R.'s face. It may not get him any answers but it would sure make him feel better. Climbing into his car, Bobby sped away from the Westin and back to Ewing Oil.

At least one Ewing brother could be counted on to work!

Pete Mitchell of the Dallas Morning News overheard the exchange between Michelle and Bobby Ewing. Somewhere in this hotel was J.R. Ewing, President of Ewing Oil and from the tone of his younger brother's voice he wasn't here for a meeting but a rendezvous. Pete could smell a scandal ten miles away and this smelled like a juicy one. The past year J.R. Ewing had managed to stay out of the scandal sheets by playing the devoted husband, father and businessman- a role that didn't fit the enigmatic J.R. Ewing. But Pete, like most of Dallas' reporters were just simply waiting for John Ross Ewing II to trip up and become involved in another scandal. It seemed Pete was in the right place at the right time to witness this event.

Pete walked up to the front desk. "Hey Michelle," he greeted.

Michelle looked up from her work and smiled at Pete Mitchell. "Hi Pete, what are you doing here?"

"I was having lunch. Hey, was that Bobby Ewing I just saw?" he asked.

"Um...yes it was," answered Michelle.

"Do you know what he wanted?" asked Pete.

Michelle knew she could be reprimanded for talking to Pete about the hotel's guests but she liked Pete. "He was looking for his brother J.R. Ewing," she said. Michelle leaned forward and whispered, "But he's not registered under his name." The look she and Pete shared spoke volumes.

Looking around Pete whispered. "So who's he registered under?"

"Shepard, Suite 1022," answered Michelle.

"Think I can...?" began Pete.

Michelle knew exactly what Pete was going to ask and she interrupted. "Pete I can't. I'll lose my job."

"Come on Michelle. I'll make it worth your while," he said, squeezing her hand. Michelle knew she shouldn't but she knew Pete would reward her with a good payoff.

"Five hundred and a date Saturday," she said.

Pete looked at her then agreed, "Okay." Michelle looked around then slipped the spare pass key to Pete and watched as he walked across the foyer to retrieve his bag then headed to the elevators. Michelle returned to work, smiling at the prospect of her upcoming date on Saturday.

Pete reached the tenth floor and walked down the hallway. Reaching Suite 1022 he made sure his cameras were ready. Satisfied that they were he slid the pass key into the lock and slowly opened the door. Slipping inside quickly he let the door close and moved quietly across the sitting room toward the bedroom. From his vantage point he could see the bed and its occupants.

The woman was sitting up, the white sheets pooled at her waist as she rode the man below her. Pete couldn't see her face, but her back and shoulders were tanned and he could just make out the outline of her breast. Pete could see J.R. Ewing's face. His facial expression left little doubt as to what he and the woman were doing.

"Oh god J.R.," the woman moaned as she moved up and down on J.R. Pete could feel his body react to the scene before him and he took a deep breath trying to maintain control.

Slipping forward a bit Pete raised his camera and began to take pictures. His camera was almost quiet as he snapped picture after picture of J.R. Ewing and the mysterious woman. He continued to snap picture after picture as J.R. pulled the woman down onto his chest, kissing her before flipping them over, he now on top as he plunged into her.

The woman's nails scratched at J.R.'s back as he thrust into her, their moans covering the soft sound of the whirring of the camera as Pete continued to take picture after picture.

"Oh Sugar," grunted J.R. as he thrust into Sue Ellen. God, she was so wet and the feel of her nails scoring his back as he drove into her pushed his pleasure higher and higher. "So close...oh gawd...," he groaned as captured her lips in a feral kiss. Sue Ellen matched J.R.'s passion with her own.

"Yes...J.R. ...yes...please...Oh God cowboy...yes...," she whimpered as her body began to convulse in ecstasy. J.R. thrust into Sue Ellen's quivering body twice more before roaring his release and collapsing onto her. Minutes passed as the two lovers recovered. Throughout this time Pete continued to take pictures having switched cameras.

Kissing Sue Ellen softly, J.R. rolled over onto his back and pulled Sue Ellen onto his chest. "Gawd, Sugar that was incredible," he said as he caressed her shoulders and back.

"Mmm...," replied Sue Ellen completely sated.

J.R. chuckled. "Did I wear ya out Sugar?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she said, snuggling and kissing J.R.'s chest.

"Well why don't you close those beautiful eyes for a bit and rest," rumbled J.R.

Pete couldn't believe his luck. Not only was he getting pictures but he was also getting audio. Today was definitely his lucky day! Now all he needed was a good facial picture of both J.R. and the mysterious woman. Taking a deep breath, Pete knew the only chance he had of getting such a picture was to make his presence known. Taking another deep breath, Pete made sure he had both cameras and his recorder secure. He checked the setting on his camera, satisfied with it he took another deep breath and boldly stepped into the bedroom.

"Hey," he shouted at the occupants of the bed. They both turned to him, J.R. bare-chested and the mysterious woman, the sheet barely covering her breasts, staring at him in shock. Pete raised his camera and took a series of pictures before either could react. Quickly turning, Pete ran as fast as he could, the roar of anger behind him lending speed to his movements. He barely escaped the room before a very angry J.R. Ewing reached him.