before.
I am filled in on the plan on the way back to the condo. After we get into the garage, Smitty and Kath will take off in his car, so as not to attract attention. If they leave in her Mercedes they’ll be tailed all night. Neither Davis nor I bother to ask where they are going. It’s really none of our business and this change of plans means we will have the condo all to ourselves. The two of them practically sprint to Smitty’s Honda Accord once we get there.
Kath shouts over her shoulder, “Bye, don’t wait up. I’ll see you in the morning or something.”
I notice when they get into Smitty’s car that Kathleen ducks her head down onto his lap before they head out of the garage. Davis and I both look at each other bug-eyed, eyebrows raised.
“Well, that developed quickly .” he chuckles.
I join him in his amusement, “Yeah, so much for worrying or being jealous of Kathleen anymore.”
Davis narrows his eyes, tells me, “Nothing to be jealous of, Lizard Baby, nothing at all,” and kisses me on the forehead, nose and then the lips, lingering a bit longer there. “Now, come on let’s go in and unwrap my present. I’m dying to see what you got for me.” And with that he grabs my hand and tugs me into the elevator. I slam right into his body, wrap my arms around his waist and gaze up into his sparkly, slightly loopy green eyes.
“Is it bigger than a bread box?” He asks. I cock my head and squint at him. Who says bread box anymore? Who even owns one?
“Are we playing 20 questions?” I counter. He nods a wobbly yes. “Yes, it is considerably bigger than a bread box.”
With a smirk, he asks another question, “Animal, vegetable or mineral?” Oh, so we really are going to play 20 questions.
“Animal, definitely animal.”
Davis’ hands are anything but still. I am holding him tightly and his hands are all over me, running across my arms, up and down my back, and then stroking my ass and pulling me up close. I can feel him harden. The elevator dings and we are at the second floor – the floor to his condo. Releasing my hands from behind his waist, I turn to walk out, but Davis isn’t letting me get away. He encircles me and walks very closely behind me all the way to the front door. It’s a bit awkward, but I don’t mind. He is sniffing and kissing my hair. It’s revving me up … and might help with the “present opening” I have in mind. Oh, I hope I can pull this off.
***
“No, no, no, no,” I protest. Once we get in the condo, Davis lunges for me. As I turn in his arms, he continues to try and lean in to kiss me and I push him back. “Take off your coat and shoes and then go sit on the ottoman. It’s time for your present.”
He groans with frustration but he does as he’s told and sits. “Lizzzerd … I am not a kid…” He stops mid-sentence, because I have switched on the iPod, already cued to Wicked Game by Chris Isaak, (It’s an oldie, but so sexy), and am standing a few feet right in front of him in a wide stance, still wearing my belted coat, one finger in my mouth and staring at all his gorgeousness. It’s taking all of my will power not to laugh at how silly I feel, but I’m trying to be sexy for him. I walk slowly toward him, dragging the toe of each of my sky-high black Christian Louboutin pumps with every step. When I am an arm’s length from him and he is looking up at me, dazed with confusion, I rasp out, “Are you ready to open your present, Mavis?” and I point at the belt to my coat.
Davis’ eyebrows raise in appreciative surprise, “Uh…yeah!” he says enthusiastically and shoots his hand out. I move away suddenly.
Jeez, I hope I can do this, because actually with that quick move I am feeling a bit lightheaded and floaty. I want to just jump him, but at the same time am feeling lethargic. It’s odd. I shake off the contradictions and
I am filled in on the plan on the way back to the condo. After we get into the garage, Smitty and Kath will take off in his car, so as not to attract attention. If they leave in her Mercedes they’ll be tailed all night. Neither Davis nor I bother to ask where they are going. It’s really none of our business and this change of plans means we will have the condo all to ourselves. The two of them practically sprint to Smitty’s Honda Accord once we get there.
Kath shouts over her shoulder, “Bye, don’t wait up. I’ll see you in the morning or something.”
I notice when they get into Smitty’s car that Kathleen ducks her head down onto his lap before they head out of the garage. Davis and I both look at each other bug-eyed, eyebrows raised.
“Well, that developed quickly .” he chuckles.
I join him in his amusement, “Yeah, so much for worrying or being jealous of Kathleen anymore.”
Davis narrows his eyes, tells me, “Nothing to be jealous of, Lizard Baby, nothing at all,” and kisses me on the forehead, nose and then the lips, lingering a bit longer there. “Now, come on let’s go in and unwrap my present. I’m dying to see what you got for me.” And with that he grabs my hand and tugs me into the elevator. I slam right into his body, wrap my arms around his waist and gaze up into his sparkly, slightly loopy green eyes.
“Is it bigger than a bread box?” He asks. I cock my head and squint at him. Who says bread box anymore? Who even owns one?
“Are we playing 20 questions?” I counter. He nods a wobbly yes. “Yes, it is considerably bigger than a bread box.”
With a smirk, he asks another question, “Animal, vegetable or mineral?” Oh, so we really are going to play 20 questions.
“Animal, definitely animal.”
Davis’ hands are anything but still. I am holding him tightly and his hands are all over me, running across my arms, up and down my back, and then stroking my ass and pulling me up close. I can feel him harden. The elevator dings and we are at the second floor – the floor to his condo. Releasing my hands from behind his waist, I turn to walk out, but Davis isn’t letting me get away. He encircles me and walks very closely behind me all the way to the front door. It’s a bit awkward, but I don’t mind. He is sniffing and kissing my hair. It’s revving me up … and might help with the “present opening” I have in mind. Oh, I hope I can pull this off.
***
“No, no, no, no,” I protest. Once we get in the condo, Davis lunges for me. As I turn in his arms, he continues to try and lean in to kiss me and I push him back. “Take off your coat and shoes and then go sit on the ottoman. It’s time for your present.”
He groans with frustration but he does as he’s told and sits. “Lizzzerd … I am not a kid…” He stops mid-sentence, because I have switched on the iPod, already cued to Wicked Game by Chris Isaak, (It’s an oldie, but so sexy), and am standing a few feet right in front of him in a wide stance, still wearing my belted coat, one finger in my mouth and staring at all his gorgeousness. It’s taking all of my will power not to laugh at how silly I feel, but I’m trying to be sexy for him. I walk slowly toward him, dragging the toe of each of my sky-high black Christian Louboutin pumps with every step. When I am an arm’s length from him and he is looking up at me, dazed with confusion, I rasp out, “Are you ready to open your present, Mavis?” and I point at the belt to my coat.
Davis’ eyebrows raise in appreciative surprise, “Uh…yeah!” he says enthusiastically and shoots his hand out. I move away suddenly.
Jeez, I hope I can do this, because actually with that quick move I am feeling a bit lightheaded and floaty. I want to just jump him, but at the same time am feeling lethargic. It’s odd. I shake off the contradictions and
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