“Kathy
works for my mother—”
Emily cuts him off, “We know. But that doesn’t explain why you are sitting there holding her hand.”
“Emily, please, stop this at once. Now is not the time.”
Obstinately she persists, “But mom, something isn’t right
here. What about Todd?”
Mr. Walters’s voice lashes out, enunciating each word falling
from his stiff lips, “Not now Emily!” It has an immediate effect, as Emily
falls quiet, yet continues to shoot daggers at Will. Will, not appreciating
the attack, and furious at the mention of the other man, return daggers of his
own—his gaze now becoming hostile. Looking at the distraught family, he
offers, “I will give you privacy. This is my personal number,” he says handing
an expensive business card to Mr. Walters. “I will not be gone long. I have
to check-in at the office. Please call me if anything changes… anything .”
He holds Mr. Walters gaze until the older man acquiesces.
If either of them had bothered to look closely at the woman
lying on the bed, they would have seen the slightest pucker of a frown, there
and gone in an instant.
Chapter 4
Alison Donavan, William’s fiancée, finds Mrs. Bradley, his old-guard-dog-of-a-secretary (her
words) to be a bit much… meaning, Alison considers her a cantankerous
old bitch and has suggested to William, on several occasions, that she be put
out to pasture.
Sneaking past her and into William’s office is far more
difficult than Alison anticipated, but she’s successful.
She doesn’t want to take the chance of being seen because she has
returned to the States unbeknownst to William and wants to give him her special
surprise in person…and she knows just how to go about it.
In William’s dressing room, Alison stands nude in front of the
floor length mirror, admiring her professionally tanned, outrageously sexy body.
Her thoughts flow to her indifferent lover… “It’s all his fault that I’m in
such desperate need. If he didn’t ignore me, then I wouldn’t do reckless things
like turn to other men for attention. But he won’t touch me; hasn’t touched me
in months!”
As Alison ponders the pathetic state of her sex life with
William, she allows her hands to roam leisurely over her sensitive,
semi-aroused flesh. Her long eloquent pink-tipped fingers slowly caress her
firm high breasts, circling the areolas before closing around twin pebble-hard
rosy peaks. She moans sensually as she gently tugs on her nipples and then
glides one dainty hand down to her quivering mound. Oh, how she misses the feel
of William’s strong masculine hands on her body…
Hearing William enter his office, she gives herself one last caress,
shivering deliciously as she saunters out of the dressing room and into the
well-appointed bathroom. Tiptoeing up to the door, she places her ear on the
cool wood listening to William’s movements around the room. Twisting the doorknob,
Alison slaps a giant smile of anticipation on her face.
The sudden, unexpected intrusion of loud voices immediately
has her drawing her hand back from the doorknob. In a near panic, she dashes
back into the dressing room to grab her clothes so that she can make her
presence known. But then, just as quickly she changes her mind, convincing herself
that this will be a brief meeting, over shortly and she will have William all
to herself as planned. So, she stays put, naked and pressed against the solid
cool wood of the bathroom door listening intently.
“What the hell is this, a Three Stooges mini convention?”
Will grouches, directing the question towards Antonio, Robert, and Nicholas as
they enter his office boisterously.
“Sorry Will, I tried to tell them that you probably didn’t
want their company, but you know how that is,” Robert