Forever Waiting Page 6

  I decided to take a break from the tequila and cracked open a beer. I needed to live up to my half of the bargain and start cooking. I called to Tayla to see if she wanted to help me. “Hey Tayla, would you like to help me in the kitchen? I could use some company.”

  Lowering her sunglasses down to her nose. she gave me a look of yeah right. Tayla was not exactly into cooking.

  “Fine,” I said, “let me rephrase that. Do you want to watch me cook?”

  “Sure Lan, I would love to watch you,” she replied cheerfully. Rolling my eyes and huffing a breath, I led the way into the kitchen. “So where is Sex God at? Did he leave again?” Tayla asked.

  “No, his brothers are here. I think they’re watching a game.”

  “Man, why you didn’t tell me the eye candy was here? Are they as hot as Zaine? Did they look like they were hung?” she asked.

  I remembered then that Tayla didn’t know Aaron was Zaine’s brother. For some reason she hadn’t been happy to see him the day before, and I wanted to know why. Looking at her like she was high, I laughed. “What kind of questions are these? I didn’t check to see if they were hung! And yes, they are very good-looking. Why don’t you go see for yourself?” I wanted to see how Tayla reacted to Aaron, and how he reacted as well, so I dried my hands and followed her to the living room. Before I turned the corner I heard her yell, “What the Fuck!”

  “Here we go,” I thought, as I heard her stomp around the corner.

  “What is he doing here, Lan? Why is he here?” she fired at me.

  “That’s Zaine’s brother, Aaron. You didn’t give me a chance to tell you the other day because you ran off. Now, are you going to tell me what the hell happened between you two, or am I going to have to ask him?”

  Tayla sighed. “We … well we.... kind of had a thing for a couple of days, and then he never called me again. He made me feel amazing, then one morning I woke up at his place and he left me a note that basically said it was nice knowing me and he had fun while it lasted. I hadn’t seen him since, until the other day.” He did say he was not the marrying type though. I guess, I just assumed because I was there for two days that he liked me more than just a one night stand.”

  “Damn Tayla, why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I thought it was just for fun at first, but there was something there and I started to get attached to him.”

  “Awww, you have a crush,” I teased.

  She grabbed me and covered my mouth, almost suffocating me. “Shut the fuck up, please. I most certainly do not have a crush on him. Will you please just let it be?”

  “Ok, but if you have feelings for him, maybe you should give it a shot,” I said. “If you can’t erase him from your mind, what would be so bad about trying to find something a little more.. you know, serious?”

  “I am not going to do this here, Lan. Okay?” she said.

  I rolled my eyes at her. “Fine, but can you please try to act normal?”

  “Yes mommy, I will try.” We walked back out to the pool and I lit the grill. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, looked at Tayla and said “Rack ‘em up!” She poured us a couple of shots, and the mood started to lighten up, thank goodness!

  Zaine appeared from inside, exclaiming, “That smells amazing! What is it?” He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “Well I did promise to cook for you guys, right? So let me cook and you’ll find out what I’ve made,” I answered. “Are you guys hungry now? I made a big tray of appetizers, they’re in the fridge if you want to bring them out.”

  “Damn, babe! I’m sorry, I should have been helping,” he said.

  ”Oh don’t worry, you can make it up to me later,” I winked. I had a good buzz and wanted to keep it going. “Hey Tayla, bring that bottle over here. I want some more.” She took a swig from the bottle before pouring me another shot, and I laughed. “That’s real classy, Tay,” I called out.

  Aaron and Ryan finally made their way outside and we all started to have a good conversation. Ryan had thawed toward me and I tried to make nice as well. I figured Zaine must have talked to him after I left in a huff. Even Tayla was acting semi-normal toward Aaron. I could see they indeed showed interest in each other, but they were two very stubborn individuals who liked to live it up.

  “Hey guys will you set the table for me? I’ll bring the rest of the food out,” I requested.

  “Sure babe, we got you.” As I brought out all the food, I realized how much I’d actually made.

  “Wow! This is a lot of food, Landrey,” Ryan said. “I haven’t seen this much food on a weekend since well ….. ever.”

  “Well, eat up, you guys. I didn’t cook all of this for you to look at.” Everyone filled their plates and we ate and drank until we were stuffed. After dinner was over, we all stretched out and relaxed for a while. As the guests started to make a move to leave, Aaron came up to me and gave me a hug.

  “Thank you for cooking tonight,” he said sweetly.

  “You’re welcome, anytime,” I replied. “I love to cook.”

  “Well, you can cook with me anytime,” Aaron said in a fake seductive voice. Zaine playfully pushed his brother.

  “Lay off, Dickhole. I’m the only one cooking with Lan,” he said. The guys had been dipping into the tequila themselves and were starting to get just as tipsy as Tayla and I. Fighting not to sway, I made my way over to Tayla and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Damn, Lan, you drank a lot today. You can still hold your own huh?” she asked.

  “I still got it,” I said with a cheesy grin. I said good night to Tayla and told her she could stay if she wanted to, or Max could drive her home. She was talking with Aaron when I left, and I hoped they could fix whatever was going on with them. Stumbling lightly, I made my way upstairs, took off my bikini, and climbed naked into Zaine’s bed to pass out.

  I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and a pounding head. Cracking one eye open, I tried to lift my head off the pillow. I managed to do so but had a terrible thumping in my brain. This, I thought, is why I don’t drink tequila. It was the only thing that gave me a massive hangover. I sat up and rested against the headboard, then closed my eyes to try to stop the pounding. I felt the bed dip and felt the blanket lift. I opened my eyes to see the sexiest man holding a hot, steaming cup of coffee.

  “Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Zaine was looking at me with a crooked, sexy smile.

  “I feel like shit. I wish Tayla hadn’t made me drink as much as I did,” I replied. I groaned, then as an afterthought, asked, “Is she still here or did she go home?”

  “She left last night. Aaron said he was going to give her a ride home. I offered her a bed but she said she had something she had to do this morning,” he said. I wondered if the something she had to do was Aaron¸ and let out a little giggle.

  “What’s so funny?” Zaine asked.

  “Oh nothing. I was just thinking about how much I drank yesterday,” I answered. “I hope I didn’t upset anyone. Ryan seemed kind of shocked that I was here and I felt kind of weird after we met, but he seemed nice as the night went on.”

  “Babe, he was just shocked that you were who you are. I talked about you a lot back then. He was actually the one who tried to convince me to find you. It pissed him off that I was so mopey but never wanted to do anything about it,” he explained.

  I nodded. “I’ll have to apologize to him next time I see him. I was kind of rude during our intro yesterday.”

  “Well his reaction probably just set you off. You always did get defensive when you drank liquor. But I think you made up for it by wearing that bikini,” he smiled.

  “I’m sorry if that upset you, Zaine, but I do love my swim wear,” I said.

  “Actually, I was kind of proud of you. You didn’t let me make you do something that you didn’t want to do. You told me you were going to wear it and you did. That proves to me that my girl here is one tough coo
kie, and I love it!” he said. “In fact, it’s a major turn-on. When I came to bed last night and I realized that my sexy bunk mate was in the buff, it was all I could do not to hop on top of you and make you scream.”

  He set his coffee down and slowly made his way over to me. He pulled me on top of him and the sheet dropped down to my waist, fully exposing me. “You are so beautiful, Lan. Your brown hair, your amazing tits and this fabulous ass. I want to make love to you until you cum so hard you see stars.”

  “What are you waiting for then, Mr. Brooks? I’ve always wanted to see the stars in the daytime,” I whispered. With a low, throaty growl, he rolled on top of me. Slowly he started kissing my neck. Making his way to my hard nipples, he drew one in his mouth and then went to the other, slowly sucking and flicking them with his tongue. From there he moved down to my stomach, then, lifting my leg, he started licking the inside of my thigh. Moving down to my clitoris, he spread my moist lips apart and started licking around my nub, making me crazy. The sensations were too much to bear. ”Please, Zaine!” I cried out.

  “Please what, babe? Tell me what you want me to do.”

  I was never one to talk dirty but this man was bringing all the nasty talk out of me. “Please lick my pussy,” I begged. He moved his head down and did just that. He was so talented with his tongue! He dipped in deeper and had me screaming within seconds. My toes curled. I wanted his cock in me so badly. He reached over to his bedroom drawer and pulled out a condom.

  “God Lan, you are so wet.” He moved one finger, then two, in and out of me, and I could feel I was about to lose it.

  “I need you in me now,” I begged. He slowly teased me with the tip of his cock and was rubbing it against my clit. Smiling, he slowly started to enter me. Each inch was more enjoyable than the first, and I could have come undone right then. When he was finally deep inside of me he brushed the hair away from my face.

  “Look at me, Landrey.” I got lost in his beautiful, ocean-blue eyes. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he continued. “God, I could be inside you all day long and nothing else would matter. You have no idea how much you make me want to love again.” A tear ran down my cheek, and he wiped it away.

  He started to slowly move in and out of me. It was the most special moment I could imagine. This man was making everything seem so magical. He made me feel like I was his universe.

  He started to speed up his movements and it was amazing. He hit every part of me that needed to be touched, and I came undone with a scream. He thrust into me a few more times, staring into my eyes when he came. He was so perfect to me at that moment. Panting, we were in each other arms and it felt so right.

  Later, we lay in bed together, both gently caressing the other’s body.

  “So what do you want to do today?” Zaine asked slowly. “We could go to the movies, go get brunch... What’s your poison?”

  My headache had been cured, but I was still feeling lethargic from the previous days’ activities. “Why don’t we just veg all day? You know, do nothing—just watch movies, lay on that amazing couch you have downstairs, maybe grab a couple of bottles of wine, and relax? We can turn off the computers, cell phones and totally disconnect. How does that sound to you?”

  Zaine smiled from ear to ear. “You know, if I had asked any other girl that question she would have wanted to go shopping or eat at that quaint little cafe on the corner. You’re the only girlfriend who has asked me what I wanted to do, rather than just told me. Thank you for that.” He kissed me on the forehead and rolled out of bed. We put on some comfortable clothes and made our way downstairs for a relaxing day.

  The next two weeks flew by. Between setting up the boutique, getting all the clothing in, and making arrangements for the fashion show, I was slammed. Tayla was a big help as usual, and I saw that she was really stepping up here in a way she hadn’t done in New York. I saw Zaine every day, and was practically living at his house. Most nights we stayed in, either ordering food or cooking something simple. Ryan had returned to England, but occasionally Aaron or Tayla would join us. Usually it was just the two of us. It was as if we were wrapped up in our own little love cocoon, the rest of the world forgotten.

  We spent the weekend lounging around on the couch watching movies. It was a rare Southern California rainy period, so there were no barbecues or pool parties. Finally on Sunday night, we both felt so stir crazy that we had to get out of the house. We both got dressed up and headed downtown for dinner.

  When we walked into Patina, a French restaurant that was getting rave reviews, it seemed like everyone there knew Zaine. The hostess greeted him by name and our waiter seemed like an old friend. I was a little awed by the place; the dining room was so elegant and romantic. It was a far cry from Blane’s, which was the last place that Zaine and I had eaten out together.

  I gulped when I saw the menu: there wasn’t an entrée that cost less than $38 a la carte, and even the appetizers were expensive! Zaine saw the look on my face, and said quietly, “Get what you want, Landrey. It’s okay.”

  “I don’t know what to choose. It’s all so… much,” I said.

  Zaine smiled across the table at me and said, “That’s okay. I’ll take care of it.”

  When the waiter came to take our orders, Zaine took over. “The lady will have the poached lobster, please, and I’d like the Wagyu striploin,” he said. He ordered a glass of chardonnay for me and a cabernet for himself, then leaned in to me. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asked.

  I blushed in the dim light of the room. I had gone all out, borrowing one of Johan’s newest creations, a long, clingy dress with Swarovski crystals scattered across the bust. Zaine looked amazing too, in a beautiful Armani suit with a nice cobalt blue tie. I was sure that the outfit cost more than my whole year’s salary. I noticed that people were looking at us as we ate, and it made me a little uncomfortable.

  The dinner was excellent, and we lingered over our wine and dessert. Finally it was time to leave, and we headed back to the house to wrap up the evening in our favorite way.

  The next morning came, and so did the responsibility of work. I had a full day ahead. I needed to go to the boutique and make sure the clothes were being displayed and everything was in full swing for the opening, which was in two weeks. I also had some models coming by to audition for Johan’s show.

  I was about to take a shower when Zaine came into the bathroom dressed in another gorgeous suit. Coming up behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezed me and kissed me on the cheek. “Good morning baby, when did you get up?”

  “Just now,” I answered. “You look like you’ve been up for some time. Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “I went for a run. I couldn’t sleep so I got my ass out of bed. When I got back I just hopped in the shower. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “Well, next time I’m here and you want to run, let me know and I’ll run with you.”

  “You run?” he asked.

  “Yes, I run. Does that surprise you? It’s the only time I can think and clear my head without being interrupted.”

  “Damn, babe, don’t get so touchy! I was just surprised because I don’t remember you being such an athlete back in the day. I find it very, very sexy.” He used his bedroom voice, and I wanted to rip that tie off him and drag him back to bed. He held me as I stood in front of the mirror, and I found myself looking up into the reflection of his beautiful eyes. He was looking at me with an admiration that I have never seen from anyone, and I knew could get lost very easily in his gaze. Then he kissed me on the back of my head and swatted me on my ass.

  “Get ready! I’ll have Max drop you where you need to go. We can stop off and get a coffee on the way,” he said, back to business.

  “I just need a ride to the boutique,” I said. “I’ll be there most of the day. After that I’m meeting with Aaron to go over a few things, so I should be done with everything around five or six, if you want to grab dinn
er.”

  “I would love to have dinner with you,” he said, then added slyly, “and maybe after that, we could get on the jet and go to London?”

  “Okay, we can…. Wait, did you just say we were going to London after dinner?” I asked with surprise.

  “Well, I did tell you I needed to go there to help Ryan finish a few deals. I thought maybe the trip would be a perfect time to... I don’t know, get to know each other a little more.”

  “Zaine, I think we’ve spent enough time over the last two and a half weeks to get to know each other, don’t you?” I asked.

  “Well, that depends. I’ve gotten to know your gorgeous pussy in and out,” he said silkily, “but I want to walk around with you, hold your hand, have some fun that doesn’t revolve around the bedroom. Then when we get done with all that, I can get more acquainted with that beautiful body again. I want to explore places with you, then explore you.”

  “I don’t know, Zaine. I have so much to get done in the next couple of weeks, and the boutique opens up really soon.” Deep down I was jumping for joy. Freaking London! And for free with this beautiful man? Hell yeah!

  “Tell you what. I’ll ask Aaron to help Tayla out while we’re gone. They seemed to be getting along really well the other night,” he suggested.

  “I can’t leave Tayla in charge!” I protested. “That would be like leaving the Easter Bunny in charge of Christmas!”

  “Come on, she can probably do more than you think. Besides, we would only be gone for two to three days, tops.” He smiled the biggest, toothiest grin, and I loved it. He was so amazingly sexy. He could be very convincing when he tried.

  Taking my capitulation for granted, he became brisk and business-like again. “Okay then, Miss Steele, what do you say we forget about working and just hop on the jet right now instead? I have a couple of meetings this morning, but nothing that can’t be changed. Say the word and I’ll call my assistant.”

  I leaned back against the counter and seriously thought about what I should do. I told myself that Tayla would be okay, and she’d wanted an opportunity like this to prove herself. Besides, she wouldn’t have to work in the store, just make sure the floor plan was good. I could call the modeling agency and tell them to postpone the auditions until Thursday. My head was swimming with everything that would need to be done, but I had never had the opportunity to travel out of the country. I’d never even been to Canada, and now I was going to London?