Chapter 14 - Breakfast in bed

When I woke, I stretched out and yawned. Had I dreamt it last night too? I didn't have to wait long for my answer when Marcus returned to my room in just his boxers, carrying a tray. "Breakfast?" He said smiling.

"What are you doing?" I asked pushing myself up to sit, stupidly clasping my duvet around my naked torso.

"Making breakfast, for you." His tone was strong. "I need to feed you up!"

"No you don't!" I scoffed. "Besides the film industry don't give work to fat actresses."

"Rubbish, you are a long way off that and I wanted too." He placed the tray over my lap. Toast and some sort of cereal sat on the tray next to a glass of water.

"What's that? Vodka?" I probed the glass cheekily.

"No! It's water. It's good for you!" He scolded.

"But I drink coffee in the mornings." I whined like a child.

He tittered. "You can have coffee after the water." and wagged his finger at me. "Oh and I think your housekeeper just arrived."

"Oh!" I chuckled. "Whoops!"

"I think she nearly died of heart failure." He nicked a triangle of toast from my tray and bit into it. With a mouthful he mumbled. "Look, I have to go home to change. When can I see you again?"

"Um, I think I have a meeting today with my lawyer, you can stop by tonight if you want?" I sipped my water and made a disgusted face.

Shaking his head he said. "Can't. I have a small charity gig tonight with the guys. I can't wriggle out of it I'm afraid."

I tried my best to force the painful memories of Greg always fobbing me off to the back of my mind. I knew Marcus was probably telling the truth, but it still hurt like hell.

"Oh." My head dropped to lap.

"Hey!" He lifted my chin with his knuckle. "I'm not him and would love nothing more than to spend time with you again. Please know that?"

"I do." Didn't mean I had to like it though.

"I would ask you to come with me. But I know it's too early for that." He tweaked my nose playfully. "I don't want you to think I fuck and run Jen. It's not my style. I meant what I said, I really like you."

I just smiled as my reply and judging by the way we spent four hours exploring each other last night. I knew.

He leaned forward and kissed me on my lips, causing me to inhale deeply. His morning aroma smelt of toast and fresh cigarette smoke.

Great! Now I want one!

"I have to go." His words were soft as if to lighten the blow.

"OK" I sighed. He quietly got dressed and sat on the bed to tie his shoes. When he was done he scooted up the bed beside me. "You really don't know how difficult this is leaving you here naked."

"Don't call me, I'll call you right?" I shrugged, desperate to hide my hurt.

"Oh I will be calling you, don't you worry about that...later." He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me gently. So soft I hardly felt it. With another kiss on the forehead, he rose to his feet and looked back when he reached the door with a shy grin. "Thank you," and he was gone.

He'd cast his spell. Enpowered me, he'd driven me to beyond my wildest dreams and now I was left reeling, wondering about when exactly he would return.

I finished my toast, but passed on the water, it tasted foul. Flicking back the duvet I popped my head through my bedroom door to say hi to my housekeeper and headed for the shower. Perhaps if I washed off the scent of his aftershave I wouldn't miss him so much?

After my shower, I checked my diary. I did have a meeting, penciled in for 20 minutes time. Rushing to get dressed I made it out the door as my car pulled up to the gate.

The meeting went OK. The divorce was all settled finally and my estate was safe from his filthy hands. We drafted up new contracts and I re-did my will. Three hours later I left the stuffy solicitors office and headed home. I turfed out my bag for a cigarette, but couldn't find any. "Typical!" I said irritated. I leaned forward to speak to my driver. "Steve can we stop at a newsagents, I need some ciggies."

"Sure thing!" He said cheerily.

How come he was always cheerful?

It must be the most boring job ever to'ing and fro'ing ferrying me around, yet he always seemed only too happy to do it.

We pulled up outside a small shop and I let myself out. I picked up a newspaper with an interesting headline and a magazine caught my eye on the shelf.

Clever how they did that?

I grabbed that one too and placed it on the counter. "Twenty Marlbrough light please?" The assistant grabbed a packet and rung up the total. "Thanks." I said smiling after I paid.

Returning to my car I flicked through the magazine straight to the interview. 'Trenchcoat Revealed' It read.

There were some great pictures of them all; particularly Marcus, although I was biased. It reminded me of the canvas shot on his wall in his apartment. Thinking about it made me chuckle. The question about girlfriends stood out to me as well. Marcus had replied.

"No, there is nobody in my life at the moment, but you never know when love can surprise you. She may just be waiting just around the corner."

You bet ya!

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With my meeting done and my housekeeper gone. I flicked through the screenplay of the movie Trent had me in mind for. It sounded great. I'd never done a cop movie before, it was a little bit different to the chick flicks I'd done up till now. I groaned aloud when I got to a love scene, but all in all it looked a great movie to do and secretly I was excited to think I'd be wearing a cop outfit. I quite fancied that, maybe it was the dom in me fighting to get out.

After I'd finished reading I looked around for something else to do, I was bored. I rang my mother, she was fine. She brought me all up to date on the gossip about Mr Finchly across the street and that Dr Jenkins had finally retired. I loved my mother. The 'curtain twitcher' of London town, my father used to call her. He was right.

After our call I spotted my piano and a gleam in my eye, I padded over to it remembering the sounds Marcus had made come from it. He made it look so easy.

Couldn't be that hard, right?

I sat on the stool and lifted the lid uncovering the keys. Pressing a few together I tried to replicate his tune. No! It definitely didn't sound like that last night.

My phone ringtone broke the awful din. Pulling it from my pocket I saw it was Marcus.

New Message - Marcus

Marcus: How did the meeting go? I immediately thought how thoughtful that was, being that Greg had never interested in what went on in my life whatsoever. I tapped back smiling.

Me: Boring!

Marcus: Aw. You should have come home with me.

Me: It needed to be done. Still all sorted now though.

Marcus: I'm heading out to the gig soon. Oh I forgot to mention. It's on T.V tonight at eight, channel 10. If you can't be here, maybe you'd like to watch it?

Me: Oh great. Yes I will. Hey! I read an interesting article about you today.

Marcus: Oh really? Which one? We've done a few recently.

Me: Chat Women. Trenchcoat featured in it.

Marcus: Oh yeah, they took some great shots. Tez loved his leathers on the bike picture.

Me: Pity you didn't draw that straw! I'm sat at the piano right now, thinking about last night.

Marcus: Inspired you did I? You like leather huh?

Me: Hardly, I can't make it sound like you did. Um...Maybe?

Marcus: It takes patience and practice. I'll have to remember that! Mental note added.

Me: Don't think I have time for either.

Marcus: What leathers and piano playing?

Me: No! Patience and practice. Leather, I can do.

Marcus: Babe, I have to go. Sorry. Just wanted to see how the meeting went and to tell you I'm missing you, last night was just perfect.

He called me Babe!

I frowned as I typed.

Me: Missing you too. It was very perfect. Have a great gig.

Marcus: I will. I'll ring you later.

Me: OK. Bye.

How was this going to work?

How would this pan out?

Could we really become a couple?

I had to go back to New York soon. I sure felt like I wanted to see him more regularly, but how? I shook my head, shaking it from my mind, I couldn't think about that right now. It was spoiling my happiness.

Tasha rang eager for information, she tried to wheedle from me and she failed. I couldn't let anyone into our private life. Not even Tasha. She'd guessed of course, but I did my best not to confirm anything. Marcus and I had promised.

It was another thing we'd have to discuss. If and when we would go public. I knew it would only be a matter of time before the press found out, but whether we announced it as 'friends' or 'a couple', still was left to be decided.

I had exactly one month left in London, before I had to return to the U.S. The preliminary meetings for the new movie began in October. So it wasn't worth coming home after the premiere's.

Were we just being foolish to think this would even work?

A/N: So he stayed the night...wooooooohooooooo! I like Mr Perdy so much already! *dreamy sigh*

Wonder what happens next? Read on and you will see!

DeathToBeReborn xxx