Free The Beginning by Lenox Hills Page B

right to. What it is about him that makes me so crazy in two days? Two days! I am feeling things I have never felt before. I am head over heels and in over my head at the same time. Jonathan is a virtual stranger to me and yet I feel so close to him at the same time. I love our time together; I love his touch and kisses that turn my temperature to a boiling point. This is all too crazy, and too much for me. I feel him standing there, staring at me, and I know I can leave, I can quit, I can disappear, but deep down I know I won’t, I can’t, I want more. I need more of him.
     
    Jonathan moves from standing in front of me to crouched down with his hands on my knees, waiting for me to reemerge from my slide. I look up at him, embarrassed and tongue-tied. He takes his index finger and wipes softly under both my eyes, “Better?” he asks.
    “I’ll be ok.” Giving him a weak smile.
    “Listen, you go freshen up, I’ll order us a bottle, and we will meet right back here…ok?” I nod in agreement and we both stand up.
     
    I had left my bag up at the front, and I headed back to retrieve it. All of Jonathan’s friends and companions watched me as I walk across the club, they smile, but I was oddly not embarrassed. At the front, I give the big guy a shrug as he hands me my bag. “I tried to tell you.” He said to me, and I nod in acknowledgment. I hear him say, “Women, what can you do?” to the DJ as I walked away. Yeah, what can you with us.
     
    Finding the locker room/ladies room, I fix my makeup. Thank God Samson had given me the little kit to fix my face. I adjust my outfit, brush my hair, and head back to the room. Their champagne room was much different from ours; it has more of bordello feel to it. Heavy red curtains, large crystal chandeliers, red velour loveseats, and it is all out in the open. I wondered where the “private” dances went down. As I walk in I see Jonathan is sitting in a corner love seat waiting for me with candles lit on the table in front of him, an ice bucket with a bottle sticking out and two flutes full of bubbly. As I walk over to him, I am beguiled, and pulled into him magnetically. It’s as if he gets more striking each time I see him.
     
    Tonight he is wearing dark grey suede loafers, no socks (again tempting to touch) dark grey slacks, a black leather belt, and a midnight blue silk shirt that is unbuttoned at the color. No jacket tonight, but a big silver and blue Rolex is on his wrist. He has his short soft black hair tousled and kind of going in different directions. I can tell it is from running his hands through it. Does he do that from stress or reflex? I walk over to him as sexy as I can, trying to look tempting. When I approach him, he stands up and hands me a glass.
    “It’s Proseco, they do things a little bit more casual down here.”
    “I have never had it before,” I take a sip and like it. I seem to like everything he hands me that has bubbles.
    “As long as you are happy Lenox, it’s all that matters.” This time I get a full wicked smile. I like that one. It tells me something sinister is going on in his mind.
    “Where are all the other people,” I inquire. “I mean if people want privacy back here what do they do?” I am careful to not mention specifics, but deep down I am thinking about him touching me, and how visible we are. Jonathan points to curtains that I didn’t see in the walls, on each sides of the loveseats, then he points up to the ceiling and you can the track that comes out and around in a big circle. Similar to the ones they have in hospital rooms for privacy. Aha. Now I know that if we want a private moment, we can have one.
     
    I don’t really know what to say after my emotional showing, so I just sit, drink and stare at his strong jawline and soft dark velvet stubble. Jonathan is casually leaning back as he usually is, looking as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. A billion dollars buys peace of mind I’ll bet. Finally, I