Caught Inside (16 page)

Within moments, Prez and her husband
were gone. I did not have a chance to explain all that just
happened to Trey when he leaned into me and whispered against my
ear. "Kids can make a great excuse to get out of something boring,
so that you can do what it is that you really want to
do."

I turned to him teasingly with a whole
lot of flirtation in my voice. "And that would be what? Surfing?" I
raised my eyebrows in question as he looked at me as if he wanted
to devour me.

"No. This." He said the word as he
pulled me behind a curtained wall that catering was using for a
service station and laid the most exquisite possessive kiss he had
given me yet. My entire body melted into his. My hands went places
that should not go in public. His hands were holding my so close to
him; we could barely breathe through the kiss.

When we were finally interrupted by
the sound of a tray of glasses crashing to the ground off in the
kitchen, we both laughed and looked into each other's eyes. His
next statement told me that everything was not only forgiven, but
that we were going to work out perfectly.

"Want to use my daughter as an excuse
that we need to go?"

I laughed. "Sure. It is after all been
a late flu season and there has been that terrible spring cold
breaking out among all the school-aged kids who employees have been
calling in about."

Trey's smile of watch me, made me
wonder if he could pull this off. He grabbed my hand and led me
back into plan view of the room. He walked me over in a position by
my client. Then he pulled his phone out of his jacket and proudly
proclaimed that the sitter just sent a text, and they had to go.
Without a blink, my client turned to me and laid a hand on Trey's
muscular arm. I saw the sexual attraction my client had in Trey the
minute I had introduced them. Then I watched him play her emotions
next.

"You don't mind if we go do you? I'd
hate to think that she is at home running a high temp, and we are
here, having a wonderful time?"

"By all means." My client flirted out
while batting her eyelashes at him. "Please. Go. I understand. You
are such a great dad for putting your child first."

If my client could have let out an 'ah
yes' at that moment of her tender admiration for my man, she would
have. Instead, I grabbed Treys hand and let out a 'thanks for
understanding' over my shoulder.

Waiting for the valet to get my car,
we broke out in laughter. "I have to hand it to you. You know how
to act."

He grabbed me up in his arms and laid
a quick kiss on my lips. "I can do whatever it takes when I have an
ulterior motive."

I wanted to undress him right there in
the entry to the beach club, instead, the valet showed up with my
car, and Trey opened the passenger door and told me to get in. He
handed the valet a tip and then came around to the driver side of
my door. As soon as he got in and adjusted the seat to his height,
he turned to me with a wicked smile. "I took a cab, hoping I would
get to drive you home. Now which place do you want me to take you
to kiss and make up? Because we could spend the night talking about
relationships and careers, or we can do what we do
best."

"And that is?" I teased.

"Darling. I think you know exactly
what it is we do so well. The rest of the relationship stuff, we
can work on. I'm easy." He put the Mercedes in drive and started
out of the beach club parking lot. I didn't care if he took me to
his place or mine. I just cared that he forgave me, and as I
reached for his right hand to hold, while he held my steering wheel
in his left, I knew that this whole thing between us just felt
right.

Trey put his foot on the gas and drove
to his place as fast as possible. I assumed we came here, as it was
closest. However, as we locked up my car under his carport, he
explained.

"Coming here, keeps you from kicking
me out." It was a teasing comment, but I heard the hurt behind
it.

I took a step towards him and put out
my hand. "I'm sorry Trey. That was wrong of me. I think we have a
few things to work out."

"Yeah. Like you not kicking me out
when you feel too emotionally attached. The fact that I want to
call you my girlfriend and not be considered an escort. Besides,
Zach and I decided to sell today. We sign the papers next week. So
after that, I can't be your escort anymore."

I put myself up next to his body and
felt his arms surround me. I looked up into his beautiful green
eyes, which were barely lit by the carport light. "Trey. I may have
done and said a few things that were wrong, and I might in the
future, but just the fact that you showed up tonight and in Japan,
tells me you have what it takes to keep me. I'm yours if you want
me."

The side of his hand brushed the side
of my cheek, lowered down to my neck with his fingertips, and then
wrapped up in my hair. With a gentle sway of my body, I leaned in
closer to him as he pulled my head up towards for a gentle kiss. I
heard my soft moan as his lips gently touched mine. I felt the
elation in my body jump for joy as I realized that this is where I
belonged. His tongue pursued my mouth and caused tingling on my
lips. Our bodies were pushing into each other; our breathing turned
heavy, our hands pulling each other closer, holding each other
together, and then he pulled away slowly with a smile in his
eyes.

His voice held emotion, as he looked
right at me and said with the sincerest of expressions. "Babe, you
had me caught inside the minute I laid my eyes on you. I'm so far
out; I don't think I can ever reach the shore."

I looked down and then back up into
his eyes. I remembered him talking about that exact surfing
expression while our naked bodies lay against each other in bed. I
don't know who caught who first, but I can bet that we both want to
be in this - together.

The End

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