Swept Away: The First Bloodline (19 page)

             
“So if we aren’t landing, how are we going to get down from here?” 
Please tell me you don’t have parachuting planned to because that is definitely a hell no. 

             
“No.  That’s a thought for next time though.”  He reached down unfastening her seatbelt.  She was now aware he had never fastened his.  .
Of course why would he?  He’s already dead.  He can’t die again.

             
“Taylor quit thinking.”  He reached down gripping her hands pulling her up into his chest.  “Close your eyes.”  It was more of a demand now then a request.  She closed her eyes and as if she were absorbing the warmth out of his body by simply breathing, she was. 

             
“Open your eyes Taylor.” His whispered breath sent chills down her spine.

             
“But you just told me to close them
.”  Holy shit!  How in the hell?
  She looked around no longer crowed in the small plane but standing in a suite.  She glanced up into her eyes noting the amusement settled in there.  “I don’t know how you did that but we are definitely traveling home the same.”  She walked away to explore further.

             
The walls were a light shade of beige.  The fluffy furniture was white.  Her first thought was she couldn’t bring her kids there followed by her second, which was how incredibly gorgeous the room was. 

             
A set of double doors opened into the bedroom.  The pale beige theme continued along the walls ending at the chocolate brown accent wall.  The bed was dressed with a red, beige, and chocolate brown duvet with matching pillows.

             
She felt her excitement growing into something more.  She was in the room of her dreams and was alone with him.  She turned watching him prowl towards her, like he was stalking his prey.  His hands rubbed up and down her arms as he all but melted her with his stare. 

             
“There will be no nose wriggling right now.  Your clothes are in the closet.  I’ll give you some time to get ready.”

             
Really?
  “Time for what!  We’re alone, I have to get naked to get dressed.  Don’t you want to come with me and help me?  I could get awfully lonely while I get naked.”  She tried her best to tease him into it, saying it sweet and innocent like.

             
“As tempting as that is Sweet, there will be plenty of time later for that.  You will be begging me to stop when this night is over.  And you need to stop trying to top from the bottom.  Keep doing that and I may have to show you the difference between discipline and punishment.”  He didn’t say another word as he walked away, leaving her to ponder on that while she dressed.

             
Wow!
 
Punishment and Discipline.  Interesting
. 

             
She walked over to the closet wondering why the clothing she seen didn’t belong to her.  Glimpsing at the clothes she felt out of her comfort zone. 

             
A nice, elegant little number.  Dark blue, sequenced, probably mid-thigh in length.  Nothing really special.  But still way more extravagant than anything she owned.

             
The next gown was the little red dress that men had a tendency to fantasize about.

             
Next was a long, shiny, made to show off her curves, light blue dress.  If only it weren’t strapless she thought.  She looked at it closely as she debated it. 
Versace!!!!!  Holy Hell!
She looked at the others.  All were Versace gowns.  She couldn’t wear those.  Not only was she a major klutz at times but they were definitely way out of her comfort zone.  She wouldn’t be comfortable in them.  She wouldn’t be able to enjoy them.  She would only be thinking of the price tag.

             
Finally something she could feel comfortable in.   A pair of black leather pants caught her eye.  A red spaghetti strapped top with the built in bra.  A leather jacket.  Different variety of shoes.  The black leather wide heel should go perfectly with the pants she thought.  “Now this is more Taylor friendly.”

             
Her cell phone jingled and she knew exactly who it was.

             
Tay,

             
Just wanted to say have fun.  Try everything I would.  Enjoy.  Drink a few.  Shave your legs, brush your teeth, bikini wax would be appreciated by Damien I’m sure.  Love ya!

             
              Liz

              Liz

             
I know how to get ready for whatever he has planned for us.  We are in this awesome suite and he has just left me to myself to get ready.  Can you believe that shit?  I am getting naked and he doesn’t wanna watch or help.  Is that weird?

             
              Tay

              Tay

             
Don’t over think things.  Why do I have to keep telling you that?  Maybe he doesn’t want to get caught up in the bedroom because he has something totally romantic planned.  Maybe he is going to take you somewhere in your wildest dreams.  LOL

             
              Liz

              Liz

             
Why do I have a feeling you know more than I know?  Is there something you should be telling me?  If you know something you better start spilling it!  You know how I feel about surprises.

             
              Tay

              Tay

             
I’m pretty busy playing with the munchkins right now.  Gotta Go!  Have fun!

             
P.S.  Wish it was me.  That’s your only clue.

             
              Liz

             
What the hell did she mean by that?  Wish it were her?  What?  Where could he be taking her that Liz would want to go?  Who cared it wasn’t her, it was Taylor and she planned on having a lot of fun.  Over and Over and Over again loaded with fun.  She couldn’t help but to laugh.

              She showered, dressed and readied, with her makeup that was already on the sink, as quick as she could.  Eager to find out where he was taking her.  She opened the doors finding him standing there.  Eyes bright red.  His arms dangled at his sides.  “The next time you want to look yourself over in the mirror, try not to rub your hands up and down your body.  You can model anytime you want for me, but not like that again.  Do you know what it took for me not to come in there and take what I was seeing?”

             
“I’m sorry, I didn’t.” 
Did I piss you off or turn you on?

             
“Both.  You turned me on, I’m pissed because if I would have acted on my feelings tonight, it would have consisted of never leaving this room.  Let’s go get you something to eat.”  She immediately felt hurt with his words.  He was scolding her for something she didn’t understand at all.

             
“I’m not scolding you Taylor.  You just have to remember that I see what you see.  So imagine me doing a little strip tease for you and you can’t touch.  Only watch.”  His eyes faded to a dark brown again, as he gripped her face and kissed her softly.  Taylor felt like it was his way of apologizing.

             
Yep that did the trick.  She felt great again.  He snickered against her mouth.  He looked her over.  “I was hoping you would pick this.  I so missed seeing you in leather.  And it definitely goes with what I have in store for you tonight.” 

             
“So are you going to clue me in?”  She hoped for a hint.
I’ll take that strip tease now.

             
“Nope.  We’ll discuss the strip tease later.” She suddenly became aware as he smiled at her, that she was in so much trouble tonight.  Something told her she would either enjoy the hell out of it, or she would never embark on another journey to Denver with him again.

              They walked out onto the street as he held her hand leading her down the sidewalk.  Towering next to her like a bodyguard.  She knew they weren’t going very far because they were walking.  Just a couple of blocks later they walked into a little bar and grill.  After being shown to their table he quickly ordered for her, knowing exactly what she wanted.

             
He stared at her from across the table.  She had no idea how he appeared to always be cool, calm, and collected.  He handled himself beautifully.  She almost caught a hint of him blushing.  If she didn’t know better she would have sworn he had.             

             
“Ok, all this silence is killing me.  Say something.  Don’t make me embark on my questions that have yet to be answered, to break the sheet of ice I feel like we are skating on here.”

             
His mouth turned up into the sexiest devilish smile she had ever seen.  “What kind of questions?”

             
“Where are you taking me?  Why is it such a secret?  Are you in love with me?” 
Holy shit!  Where the hell did that come from? 

             
She was turning several shades of red at this point.  She had never in her life felt as embarrassed as she felt right now.  She wanted to look away but she couldn’t.  Her eyes remained sealed to his.

             
“You’ll see.  Because I want it to be.  And with every ounce of my being yes.  But you already know that.  I’ve told you that already.”

    
She thought that her heart was surely about to leap out of her chest. 
Am I happy?  Is this what I really want?  Am I leading him on or am I falling into his trap of seduction?
 
And just so you know there is a difference in loving me and being in love with me.

             
“Don’t over think it.  I know you feel the same way about me.  I feel it.  You may not admit it right now, and that is perfectly ok.  Just don’t fight it either.  Enjoy our journey together.  And wherever it takes us, know that every action I take is for you.”

             
What does someone say to that?  She was the one now staring at him.  She was speechless.  Totally and utterly blank.  She knew she should say or do something but she couldn’t.

             
“Who ordered the cheeseburger?” The waitress was back with her food and she couldn’t have come at a better time.  Damien pointed towards her without taking his eyes off of her.  She broke the eye contact looking over at the waitress.  Although she was sitting the plate down in front of Taylor the waitress was fixated on Damien.

             
My man!
  Taylor found herself fighting her emotions again.  The emotion that wanted her to slap the waitress back into reality, teaching her a lesson in manners.  One that she would remember for the rest of her life.  That it was not ok, to strip another woman’s man right there in front of them.

             
She heard Damien clear his throat causing her to turn back to him.  She was heated.  Outraged by the waitresses not a care at all that Taylor was sitting there attitude.  Knowing that jealousy was being felt on both sides of the table, Taylor still didn’t care.

             
She doused her fries with ketchup and commenced to eating.  Twenty minutes later she was stuffed to the hilt and no longer feeling the slightest inclination of jealousy.  His face had relaxed.  She finished her beer then he stood.  Excitement grew knowing he was taking her somewhere else.  The somewhere he was keeping a secret.                                                       

    
“Are you ready because you’re right, we have somewhere we need to be going.  It’s gonna be starting soon.”

             
“What’s going to be starting soon?”  She knew it was a piss pour attempt at prying it out of him but she was hoping it worked a little.

             
“You’re gonna love it.  Don’t worry.”  He smiled taking her hand escorting her outside, leading her to a limo.  Her excitement hit another level.  She had never been inside a limo and always wondered what it would be like.  Then for a moment she thought maybe she should have chosen a gown instead.  He was dressed in black slacks, black shoes, black blazer, and a white button up shirt.  The top two buttons remained open.

             
They pulled up outside a chaotic huge dome like building that was crowded with people.  She didn’t know what he had up his sleeve but the wait was gonna be long.

             
“We won’t be waiting.  Come on.” 

             
A man opened the door leading them right passed everyone else and inside.  He gave each of them a hard plastic card with a tie on it.  She looked down and it took everything in her to keep from jumping up and down.

             
“Jason Aldean.  Are you shitting me?”  She gleamed at him.