Mick Sinatra 4: If You Don't Know Me by Now (12 page)

But just as
he was about to go to her, two men standing in front of him caused him to pause
again.

“Get a load
of that,” one said as he elbowed the other one.
 
Both were looking at Rosalind.
 
“Get a load of that sleek body.”

“Very nice.”

“I wouldn’t
mind a taste of that black berry.”

“You’d
better watch your mouth,” his friend warned.

He looked at
his friend.
 
“Why should I?
 
She’s nothing special.”

“That’s Mick
Sinatra’s wife.
 
Is that special enough
to you?
 
And they say he’s nuts about
her.”

“Sinatra?
 
That gangster nuts about somebody?
 
Give me a freaking break!”

“You’ve been
warned,” his friend said.
 
And for his
own health, he left his side.
 

The guy
continued to stare at Roz.
 
He continued
to contemplate going over to her and seeing if he could get a play on her.
 
And Mick continued to stare at him.
 
But then he thought about what his friend
said, and decided she wasn’t worth the risk.
 
He followed his friend across the room.

Mick smiled,
and went to his wife.

When Roz saw
him, a grand smile crossed her face.
 
He
was dressed elegantly too, in a black tux with a scarf across his shoulder, and
she couldn’t help but feel proud to know him.

“Hey, babe,”
Mick said as he pulled her into his arms.
 
He kissed her.

Roz was
always amazed at how little he cared what people thought whenever she was
around.
 
How openly affectionate he could
be.
 
“Is it as stuffy as it appears?” she
asked him.

“More so,”
Mick responded.
 
“But you’ll liven it
up.”

Roz
laughed.
 
“Sure I will!”

Mick stared
at her.
 
“I hate to pull you in, but I
actually have to do business with these sleaze balls.”

“Oh, I
understand, Mick, don’t you worry about me.
 
It’s the price of doing business in this town.
 
I get that.
 
Just point me to the upper crust of the upper crust and I’ll put on the
charm.”

“Nope,” Mick
said firmly.
 
“It’s enough that you’re
here. You will not be prostituting your charm on my behalf.
 
Now come.
 
Let me show you off.”

Roz was a
little surprised by his response.
 
Usually he never cared for any public displays.
 
But she followed his lead.

Mick, who
had driven his Maserati to the event, excused Deuce for the night and drove
himself and his wife back home.
 
But when
they went through the gates of their estate, and he kept driving around to the
back of the estate, Roz looked at him.
 
“Why are you taking me back here?”

He
smiled.
 
“Afraid, Rosalind?”

“Of
you?
 
You wish.”

Mick
laughed.

“But what’s
back here?” Roz asked.

“Your gift.”

Roz
frowned.
 
“My gift?
 
What kind of gift?”

 
“Your postpartum gift.”

“My what?”

Mick drove
further, and then stopped the car just outside of a massive structure.
 
“Thank you,” he said, “for having my
babies.
 
Thank you for giving me a second
chance to get it right.”

Roz’s heart
melted.
 
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, and
kissed him hard on the lips.
 
She was
about to withdraw, but he pulled her back and kissed her even harder.

But she
remembered a gift was forthcoming.
 
And
she started looking around.
 
“Where is
it?” she asked excitedly.

“Come with
me,” Mick said as he got out of the car, walked around and opened the door for
Rosalind, and then the two of them walked hand in hand toward the huge, closed
hangar that housed his smaller, twin engine Cessna 421 private plane.
 
Both wore long overcoats as the wind whipped
around them, and Mick removed his scarf and placed it around Roz’s neck.
 
Roz’s heart began to pound as they
walked.
 
Especially as they approached
the hangar.
 
She looked at Mick.
 
“Wait a minute.
 
Wait a minute here!
 
You bought me a
plane
?” she asked him.

“So you can
kill yourself and everybody else in the skies?
 
Not a chance.”

Roz
grinned.
 
“Then what did you get me?”

Mick opened
the double doors of the enormous hangar, leaving them open, and waited for Roz to
walk inside.
 
At first she just saw his
Cessna.
 
But when she saw a brand new
Rolls Royce, bright, shiny red, parked near the back of the hangar, her heart
leaped with joy.
 
“That’s mine?” she
asked Mick.

“All yours,”
Mick said happily.

“But Mick,”
she said, still smiling, trying to be diplomatic.
 
“I have a Bentley already.”

“No, you
don’t,” he said. “That’s my Bentley you’ve been driving.
 
I loaned that to you, remember?
 
And now I want it back.”

Roz laughed,
gave him a hug, he gave her the keys, and she ran to her brand new car.
 
She felt as if she was on the
Price is Right
coming on down, she ran
so fast.

Mick walked,
he didn’t run, but he was even happier than she was.
 
Just to see her smiling face.
 
Just to see the joy in her eyes.
 
That was what he wanted for her always.
 
That was what he was going to give her, with
all the power that was within him, for the rest of his life.

And she was
like a kid in the candy store as they sat inside the car, cranked it up, and
played around with the gadgets.
 
But when
Roz moved to get out, to take another look at the outside of it, Mick pulled
her back in.
 
“Where do you think you’re
going?” he asked as he began moving her over to the passenger seat.
 
He cradled her in his arms.
 
“We aren’t done yet,” he added.

“I wanted to
see the outside,” Roz said, still smiling, still enjoying this wonderful
moment.

But Mick’s
look had already changed from whimsicalness to a hooded look.
 
“They’ll be time for that,” he said.
 
We’ve got to break it in.”

Roz knew
what he meant, but she decided to milk the moment.
 
“Break it in?
 
What’s that?”

Mick placed
his hand on her chin, lifted her face up to his and bent his face down to
hers.
 
“This,” he said, and kissed her
passionately.

Roz felt a
twinge of everything wonderful when he kissed her.
 
To be in love used to be a burden for
her.
 
It used to be all about putting up
with some joker than two people striving together.
 
But to be in love with Mick Sinatra was a
horse of a different stripe.
 
Loving Mick
was turning out to be the best thing she could have ever done.
 
And to birth his children.
 
And for him to appreciate it meant the world
to her.
 
But a part of her was always
concerned.
 
A part of her was always
wondering if she deserved a man like him.

“Are you
happy, Rosalind?” he asked as he continued to smother her with kisses.

“Oh, yes,”
she said as she lifted her chin and he kissed her neck.
 
They were making out in a car.
 
It was so sexy to her!
 
“You could have brought me a rose, rather
than a Rolls Royce,” she said, “and I would have been just as happy.”

Mick stopped
kissing her and looked at her.

She
smiled.
 
“Okay, I’m lying,” she
admitted.
 
“But you get my point.”

Mick laughed
the best laugh she’d ever seen him pull off.
 
Partly because he loved her candor.
 
But mainly because he loved her, and loved the fact that she was happy
indeed.
 
He removed her coat and scarf,
and then removed his own coat, tossing them both in the backseat.
 
Then he zipped down her gown, removed it off
of her shoulders and down to her waist, and began to savage her chest, and then
her breasts, with kisses.

By the time
he sat her upright, with her back against his chest, she was already wet.
 
By the time he pulled her panties down and the
bottom of her gown up, and was unzipping his pants and pulling it out, she was
so wet between her legs, so ready for him, that she was beginning to have a
drain.
 
He had not touched her down there
yet, and she was already full.

But when he
touched her down there; when he guided his oversized penis to the tip of her
pussy and pushed it in with a hard, resistant push, she shuddered with
arousal.
  
And when he started fucking
her, moving with that glide she loved, she was leaned back, her hand was around
his neck, her breasts were wet and exposed, and she was riding him too.
 
He was in deep, the only thing exposed was
his balls, as he fucked her.

For nearly
half an hour they made love in a brand new Rolls Royce on the backside of their
property.
 
They made love in a
hangar.
 
But for both of them, it could
not have been more romantic.
 
Not because
of the feelings, although they were as real as air, but because of the
connection.
 
They were on one
accord.
 
Mick found the love of his life
when he didn’t think such a person existed.
 
Roz found the love of her life when she wasn’t even looking for
love.
 
It felt so wonderful to them.
 
Their love wasn’t icing on the cake
anymore.
 
It was the cake itself.
 
It was baked in.
 
It was everything to them.

Mick leaned
forward, pressed the button, and their song blared out over the crispness of
the car’s stereo system.
 
Stevie Wonder
was singing Mick’s favorite song. Roz was not surprised, because it was fast
becoming her favorite too.

“
For once I can
say this is mine, you can’t take it.

Long as I
know I have love, I can make it.

For once in
my life I have someone who needs me!”

Afterwards,
when Mick cleaned both of them up, they finally entered the main house.
 
Like two excited new parents, they both
hurried to see about the twins.
 
They
missed them every time they were out of their sight.
 
Gloria, who was holding them and talking with
the two nannies, was relieved too.
 
“It’s
about time!” she said.

Roz grabbed
Jackie and Mick grabbed Junior from Gloria’s arms.
 
Gloria hurried to put on her coat.

“Hot date
tonight?” Roz asked her.

“I would
hope not,” Mick said.
 
“At this late
hour.”

Gloria
rolled her eyes as her cell phone rang.
 
“You’re becoming a prude, Daddy.”

“Good,” Roz
said, and Mick laughed, shaking his baby boy.
 
Gloria glanced at Roz, as if she could have told at that moment, but
instead she moved away from them to hold her phone conversation.
 
Roz asked the nannies if there had been any
issues with the twins while they were away.

“None
whatsoever, ma’am,” Miss Habersham said.
 
“They played and ate and played and slept.
 
They have been little champions.”

Roz smiled
at the way she put it.
 
“I appreciate all
of your hard work,” she said to both nannies.
 
“Remind me to give both of you a bonus check before you leave in the
morning.”

Both nannies
looked at each other in total shock and elation, and then at Roz.
 
“Thank you so much, ma’am,” Habersham said.

“No, I thank
you,” Roz said.
 
“You guys have been
wonderful.
 
We appreciate it.”

“On behalf
of both of us,” Habersham said, “we want to let you know how much we love
working here, and caring for the little ones.
 
You have been the best employer we could ever wish for.”
 
Tears appeared in her aging eyes.
 
“I was struggling so badly when I got this
job.
 
Just trying to make ends meet.
 
Nobody wanted to pay above minimum wage.”

“Some,” the
younger nanny said, “didn’t want to pay minimum.”

“That is
correct,” the older nanny agreed.
 
“But
you already pay us a fortune.
 
And the
bonuses!
 
We just can’t thank you
enough.”

Mick felt
proud of Roz as the two women praised her.

But Roz
wasn’t about to rest on her laurels.
 
“Praise God, not me,” she said.
 
“If He had not blessed me the way he has, with a wonderful husband like
this man right here, I wouldn’t be able to do squat for either one of you.”

They
laughed.

“So let’s
give credit where credit is due.”

Gloria got
off of the phone and looked at Roz.
 
Her
entire countenance had changed.
 
Mick
noticed it too.

“What’s the
matter?” he asked her.

But Gloria
was still staring at Roz.
 
“Fonz didn’t
get the role,” she said.

Roz
frowned.
 
“What role?”

“In
Macbeth!
 
You said you would put in a
word for him.”

“I said no
such thing,” Roz declared.

“Okay,”
Gloria said, buttoning her coat.
 
“You
want to play that game?”

“What game?”

“I kept quiet,
but I won’t always.”

Roz
frowned.
 
“Kept quiet about what?”

But Gloria
ignored her.
 
“Good night, Daddy,” she
said, and then left.

Mick looked
at the nannies.
 
“Excuse us,” he said.

The nannies
quickly left the room.

Mick looked
at Roz.
 
“What was that about?”

“I have no
idea,” Roz said.
 
“All I know is that
she’s obsessed with this boy named Fonz.
 
She apparently thought I was going to help him get a role in a local
production.”

“Did you
make any promises in that direction?”

“No,” Roz
said.
 
“That’s the crazy part.
 
I don’t go around recommending people I don’t
know, and I told her that.
 
I get in
enough trouble recommending those I do know.
 
I told Gloria that too.
 
But this
boy has her blind to anything else.
 
It’s
all about him now.
 
All the time.”
 
She looked at Mick.
 
“Do you know anything about him?”