By nine o’clock that evening JC realized he was going crazy to see her again.   The feeling scared him A LOT, but there was no denying it.  He was into Ellie Sanderson way more than he should have been.  Their flirty on-going text messages were driving him insane!  He just could not get her out of his head.  Every time he closed his eyes, her amazing body floated through his mind.  He just wanted to devour every inch of her—and then some!

Unfortunately the chances of that happening were slim to none.  Of course, he was already trying to figure out a way for them to see each other again.

At the moment, Ellie had company.  He knew this for two reasons.  One, there were cars parked outside her house—two black Mercedes sedans to be exact.  And two, she’d told him via text that Jill was there—still—and that Jill had invited over some private investigator to give Ellie some tips.

He was anxious to find out just what the guy had said… and if there was any hope of them having a midnight rendezvous.

Doubtful.  He wasn’t getting his hopes up.  That was for damn sure.

It was almost ten, he was on his way to peek out the front window again, when she finally called.  He let his phone ring twice, trying to make it seem like he hadn’t been waiting for her to call.  “All done?” he asked immediately.

“Finally.  That was a little more than I wanted to deal with.”

“Really?  Why?”  Moving into his bedroom, he plopped down on the bed and turned on the TV with the remote, muting the sound and listening as she began going over all the things her friend Jill had planned out for her.  The PI, a meeting tomorrow with someone from PR, and interviews for an assistant.  It all sounded sort of crazy, but he guessed she needed all that.  She was Ellie Sanderson, after all.  At least that’s how others would look at it.  To him she was a beautiful woman with an amazing personality and a passion for sex that had kept her at the forefront of his thoughts all day long.

He let her vent for as long as she needed to.  When she finally seemed to have let it all out, he decided it was time to let out what he needed to let out.  “I really wish I could see you again tonight,” he told her.

“Me too.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about last night, or this morning, once today.”

He smiled at the sound of her giggle.  “Me either.”

“What if I dressed all in black and crawled across the street?”

She was still giggling.  “That’s tempting.”

“Fuck.”  He couldn’t help but curse.  He was frustrated.  JC was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.  At that very moment he wanted her extremely bad.

“Now you’re the one with the potty mouth,” she smirked lightly.

“I hate not being able to get what I want,” he confessed.

“Oh… So this is just an ego thing for you?”

“No.  Hell no.”  That couldn’t have been farther from the truth.  Or could it?  Well, it definitely wasn’t just an ego thing.  It was more like an everything thing because he wanted her with every damn thing in his body. 

Of course, if he could have seen the smile on her face, he would have known she was kidding, but Ellie had purposely tried to rile him up a bit.  “I mean, I just assume that I am what you were referring to… as far as not being able to get what you want.”

“Yes.  It is definitely you that I want.  Wanting someone else would be a lot easier, wouldn’t it?”

“For you?  I guess it would be…” She was still teasing. 

“Alright, why don’t you just stab me with a fork already?”

Ellie chuckled at his silliness—something so completely refreshing.  “Oh, JC…” she sighed.  “I’m just trying to sidetrack myself so I don’t think about how much I wish you were here in person right now.”

“Don’t tempt me.  I would jog around the block if I thought it might work.”

Loudly she huffed and asked,  “What the hell are we going to do?”

“Don’t worry.  I have a plan.  Clear your schedule after all that other crap you have to do tomorrow.  I’m making arrangements first thing tomorrow morning.”

Ellie was giggling again.  “I guess I can do that.”

“You guess?  You better.  This isn’t going to be easy.”

The next morning came and went as a blur.  Ellie first met with the public relations guy—Blake Hudgins.  Really there wasn’t much he could do for her, yet, other than be ready at a moments notice in case something nasty got printed.  He seemed ready for action.  He did tell her that if something happened she felt might get printed to call him first so he could calm the waters before they get rough, so to speak.

At eleven she met with a potential assistant—Daphne, an old sounding name for a fairly young woman.  Honestly, she seemed well qualified and extremely bright.  Ellie didn’t really want to sit through anymore interviews.  So after Daphne was gone, Ellie picked up the phone and called Jill immediately to let her know that Daphne was it.  Jill would set up the hours, wage and the job description since that was her forte.  Staffing high-profile clientele just happened to be one of the many endeavors Jill was involved in.

It was just after lunch when the text came through from JC.  It said simply—Meet me at The Sunset Tower Hotel. 8 PM sharp.  Rm 2325.  She was instantly excited.  It was one of the rare places in L.A. that she had no memories of that included her ex. 

JC had picked the perfect spot for the secret rendezvous.  How did he know?

JC decided it would be best to enlist a different friend this time for help and called Trey instead of Mac.  Late in the afternoon the younger man came by his house where JC gave him cash for the room so Trey could put it on his credit card.  JC had learned from experience that even if the paparazzi doesn’t see you, it doesn’t mean they can’t still find you—especially if you leave a credit card trail.  Things get leaked faster than you can flush the toilet.

After the arrangements were made, Trey came back to the house, picked up JC and they headed off to do a little shopping.  He may have been going a little overboard, but he really just wanted the night to be absolutely perfect.

It was a little after eight by the time Ellie got to the hotel.  She’d had to make a detour by Jill’s house on the way, where she dropped her car and then snuck out a separate exit in one of Jill’s cars to avoid being followed.  It seemed to have worked.

She felt so silly going to such precautions, but she was following the instructions of the PI.  The whole situation was ridiculous.  A big part of her wanted to call up James and tell him that if he made it all go away, she’d do whatever he wanted to make the whole thing end quickly.  Of course the other part of her felt that would be a big cop-out and wasn’t quite ready to give up on the fight they’d hardly even started.

But those were all things she didn’t want to think about at the moment, she reminded herself as she rode up the pristine elevator in the swanky, historic hotel.  She’d always been fascinated by the Hollywood of the 30s and 40s, and thinking of Frank Sinatra or Elizabeth Taylor, or even Marilyn Monroe, spending time in the same luxury accommodations she was secretly rendezvousing in was a really cool feeling for her.

You’d think after being married to a billionaire media mogul that that kind of stuff wouldn’t affect her, but it did.  She was still the same girl she’d been before she married James—amazingly enough.

It felt like it took forever to finally make it up to the room where’d she’d been instructed to meet him.  Lightly she knocked on the door, anxious for him to answer.  Then she smoothed both hands down her sides, almost nervously.  She was wearing a dress, which was unusual for her lately.  But it was a casual dress—black, strapless cotton with a hem that fell to mid-calf.  It hugged her curves nicely, without overdoing it, and it definitely accentuated the more busty part of her shape.  Of course, pretty much everything did.  She’d always had plenty up top. 

Strung over her shoulder was a large, green, leather, Marc by Marc Jacobs tote, which she’d filled with some overnight accessories and anything else that may be necessary before she would leave the next morning.  On her feet were plain black flip flops.  Her toes were painted yellow—a different color for her, but it was a different that she kind of liked.

When the door finally creaked open, he didn’t reveal himself right away.  In fact, when it only popped open a crack she automatically pushed to open it the rest of the way, but the thing didn’t budge.  That’s when he stepped out from behind it—looking amazing and smiling something both sexy and boyish.  With an animated wave, and wide eyes, he said, “Hi.”

Ellie couldn’t help but smile.  Her heart was racing wildly in her chest, like a thousand racehorses galloping along the track of her rib cage.  “Hi,” she said back. 

He was dressed as she normally found him—casual JC—dark jeans that weren’t too tight but weren’t too big—and fit his ass perfectly even though she hadn’t got a good look at it yet—a  pressed white t-shirt with a hard-to-read logo in gold lettering, and white shoes that screamed brand new, even though they probably weren’t.  Every dark hair on his head was placed perfectly where it belonged and his jaw was clean like he’d freshly shaved.  He smelled good, too—that same spicy cologne she was growing extremely fond of.

Damn.  He was the definition of fine.  For sure.

The door had hardly shut behind her when he scooped her close into a one-armed hug and kissed her square on the lips.  Her head was spinning with intoxication—as if it hadn’t been already!  He pulled back just long enough for them to share a breath, as he let his forehead fall against hers.  Then he pressed his mouth to hers one more time—gentle and soft, and extremely sensual.

“Put your bag down,” he finally spoke, his hand falling to her bare shoulder.  “Stay awhile.”

Ellie grinned.  “After all it took to get here?  I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”

JC was grinning, as well.  “Good.  Are you hungry?”

She dropped her bag on a nearby chair and eyed him obviously.  She was hungry alright, but food was not on the menu. 

He must have read her mind, or maybe her expression gave it away, as he remarked with a smug, “I meant hungry for food…” before she had the chance to respond.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked, stepping out of her flip flops and leaving them next to the chair that had her purse.

“Yes.”

She stepped up to him again and her hands went straight for his waist, slipping underneath his shirt with absolutely no hesitation.

“I didn’t really want food anyway,” he said matter-of-factly.  “I was trying to be gentlemanly.”

With a grin, Ellie pushed up on her toes to reach his lips now that she was barefoot and he was still wearing his shoes.  The smile hadn’t faded when she kissed him, her hands slipping around his back and down the denim that covered his amazingly fit behind.  His mouth tasted fresh and cold, like he’d brushed his teeth and then drank a really cold glass of water.  He indulged in her with definite pleasure, his hands skimming down her waist and then her hips.  When his grip found her thighs he was urging her body even closer—a request she had no hesitations with.

Finally, after one of the most passionate and fiery embraces ever, he pulled back just enough to catch her eyes.  His hands smoothed up to her neck, his right thumb skimming across her lips just barely.  “For fear of this too closely resembling just a booty call, can we at least look at the rest of the suite?”

Ellie immediately chuckled.  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, taking a step back and letting him take her hand and lead the way.

“You look amazing, by the way,” he told her.

“Thanks.  You’re not too bad yourself.”

He looked back at her just long enough for her to catch the huge grin on his face.  “How was your day, anyway?  I’ve hardly talked to you.  Did you get all that stuff done?”

“For the most part.”

They moved down a hall to the main room of the suite, which was decorated with a classic 40s and 50s feel, but in a very modern way.  They continued on to the master suite, which had the same feel to it, and then to the bathroom, which was enormous and housed an extremely large tub with all the features you could possibly imagine.  He turned to her then, still holding her hand.  “You and me have a date with that tub later on tonight.”  He inched his face to her cheek and then kissed her just below the ear.

Ellie was on fire from head to toe.  He was making her crazy!  “I want you so bad right now, JC.  It’s not even funny.”

With another grin, he met his lips to her lips and they were instantly caught up in another whirlwind kiss.  It grew even more intense when he managed to lift her dress enough so that he could smooth his hand up the back of her bare thigh.  “Should I just throw you down on the bed now?” he asked with a cocky half-smile.

“Yes.”

His mouth meshed with hers once again before he answered.  “I think we should wait a little bit.  You know, savor the moment.”

JC watched as her pretty hazel eyes closed shut, like she was in pain or something.  Didn’t she get that he was totally messing with her?  There was nothing more he wanted than to rip that dress right off and have his way with her. 

“How about we savor this moment, and the next moment, and the next moment, and the next moment?”

He was grinning again, somehow understanding the meaning of the sentence she’d just spat out awkwardly.  “I like how you think, sweetheart… I really do.”

She looked up at him then with an expression of total seriousness.  “In all fairness, I should warn you now, I don’t plan on sleeping tonight—at all.”

How did he get so lucky?  “I’m totally down for that,” he assured.

Her smile broke through again.  She’d been lightly clutching his fingers.  She reached for his other hand and did the same.  “I know I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but I honestly have never felt so sexually driven by someone in my life.”

Leaning into her ear, he whispered, “I have that affect on women.”  It probably wasn’t the right thing for him to say, but it was easier than explaining how much he could relate.

“Don’t be cocky,” she told him, her hand releasing his fingers and smoothing up his ribs.

God, he really liked it when she touched him.  Why was it so different with her?  He just couldn’t explain it.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered and kissed her cheek.  “I feel the same way.  I promise.” 

Before she could even react, he had hoisted her entire body up in his arms—his hands gripping into her thighs as her legs automatically curled around him.  He turned them and marched back to the bed, where he dropped her carefully onto the mattress, her dress flying up to her hips. 

Damn she was hot.

He kicked off his shoes and let his knees sink into the mattress between her legs.  Her knees were bent and her head and shoulders were lifted, as she’d propped the weight of her upper body up with her elbows.  Her eyes hadn’t left him for a second.

When he was close enough, she hooked both her feet behind his knees and attempted to pull him down against her.  When that didn’t work, she was grabbing at his arms, but he wasn’t giving in that easy.  He just wanted to look at her for a minute, all sexy and vulnerable.  He loved how comfortable she was with herself.  He loved how comfortable she seemed with him.

“Are you still trying to stall so this doesn’t seem like a booty call?” she finally asked with a sexy half smile.

He found himself smiling in response as he shook his head no.  “I was just absorbing the moment.”

She smirked what almost sounded like a snort. 

With a quickness he dropped to his hands and playfully nipped at her neck with his teeth, not even really touching her.  “Is that funny to you?”

“I think you’re kind of a funny guy,” she remarked.

“How so?”  He brought his mouth to her neck again, but this time he touched her with his lips.

She hummed lightly in reaction to his touch.  “You just keep surprising me, that’s all.”

“Because I say things like I’m absorbing the moment?”

She nodded.  “Yes.”

“Deep down I’m really a hopeless romantic…”

She outright chuckled.  Obviously she didn’t believe him.

“It’s just hard to find a girl that deserves that kind of attention,” he continued.

“Oh…”  she drew it out.  Instead of delving deeper, her hand found his stomach, sneaking under his t-shirt that gravity had hanging off of him somewhat.  She was already pushing the material up his chest.

Kissing the corner of his mouth, he said, “You’ll see.”

Ellie realized in a quick instant that his talk was just a little too serious.  She really liked him, but the rational part of her brain kept reminding her of all her personal struggles at the moment.  Of course, she only let those thoughts surface long enough to get off the subject of JC and romance.

Maybe she just didn’t want to get her hopes up.

When his mouth captured hers in a steamy kiss only seconds later, all thoughts of anything immediately went away and her attention returned to only the desire to have him.  Both of her hands slipped up his muscular back as his weight settled on her just enough to satisfy but not so much as to crush her. 

A few minutes later when he finally broke for air, she fluidly slipped his t-shirt right over his head.  “Your body is amazing,” she heard herself telling him.

At the same time, his hands were inside of her dress moving up her hips.  “Your body is more than amazing,” he replied.  “How do we get this dress off?”

She swore that his eyes nearly popped out of his head when she pulled the top of it down below her breasts, exposing herself completely.  “Pull from the bottom,” she explained.

He did just that, leaving her in a simple black thong.  “Dammit…” he breathed.  Then the tip of his tongue was circling around her nipple, just before he took the whole thing in his mouth.  Her eyes were shut tight and her desire was through the roof!

“I hope you brought enough condoms,” she whispered against him as his face nuzzled into the side of her neck.

“How many is enough?” he asked, the smile enough for her to feel it against her skin.

“A lot.”

© BrandyRae 2008