The perfect end to a long,
boring day, Gina thought. So locking the two in the freezer was a little
sophomoric but it would certainly ruin their evening, plus get them out of the
way for a while so she could call her boss. Not to mention the fact that buying
a new freezer would facilitate a large delivery of drugs. Her superiors would be
please. If things continued to go this well Gina would be vacationing in the
Caribbean, a nice, padded bank account in the Cayman Islands guaranteeing the
high life between easy mob assignments.
Yet just because Gina had a job to do didn’t mean she couldn’t put
these people in her place. She was boss and they would give her the respect she
deserved. This time she went the passive aggressive route. Angel was firmly
under her boot, but the next time Sally mouthed off or sassed her the meddling
bitch would find out the hard way just who she was fucking with.
Gina,” she said, into the phone.
“Hey baby, what’s the update?”
“Things are moving along right on schedule. Take out orders are at an all time
“Great, we knew we could count on you Gina.”
me your appreciation,” she smiled, twirling the phone cord around her fingers.
“Patience doll, we’ll show you just how happy we are with you very
“You better,” she laughed, “life in the sticks is boring.”
“So get that tight little ass out of that dump! And check your mail. I sent
you a token of my affection.”
“Don’t think you’re getting off this easy,” she smiled, her mind
contemplating what would be waiting for her at home. Money, jewelry, some
mind-bending drugs? It was all good. “I wanna see you soon. I miss you..”
Tony had sent his girlfriend Gina down to Miami under protest. Not only was she
a valued contributor to the organization, but Gina was one hot number, and Tony
knew he had to keep her happy or she’d find some hot stud to screw. Sure he
had his pick of women in New York but his strong male ego couldn’t stand the
thought of another man sharing his girlfriend’s bed.
“You will I promise,” Tony said, not wanting to let Gina in on the fact that he would be making a trip down South soon. Angel needed to be reminded about his obligations. The last thing they needed was Angel getting too complacent. “Talk to you soon baby.”
“Tell me I just didn’t hear that,” Angel groaned.
“Hear what?” Sally asked, setting down the mop.
Angel motioned behind her. “The door.”
didn't hear anything,” Sally shrugged, picking up the mop and ringing it out
in the bucket.
Angel walked over to the door, placing both hands against it and gave it a firm push. It didn’t move. Angel’s brow furrowed as he gave the door another hard shove. Nothing.
“What are you doing?” Sally asked.
“The door is shut.”
“So open it.”
me rephrase that,” Angel said, pushing his glasses back on his
nose. “The door is shut and the handle is on the outside.”
“What? You’re kidding, right?
afraid not,” Angel said, crossing his arms and taking a seat.
Sally spun around, pushing frantically on the door. “Oh no,” she said,
starting to get excited. She rammed the door with her shoulder, bracing her feet
into it. “It won’t budge!”
Angel chuckled. “Chill out woman,” he grinned, noticing how hyper Sally was
“Real bad choice of words there Angel,” Sally sighed.
“This was bound to happen sooner or later,” he shrugged. “Didn’t you
watch the Brady Bunch as a kid?”
Sally peered out the small, square window. “Yeah. Problem is I’m not the
size of a ten year old boy.”
“I’m sure someone will find us soon. This place is always hopping with
people,” stated Angel, taking a seat on a bucket of ice cream.
“It’s quitting time. If we don’t get someone’s attention soon we may be
stuck in here all night. HELP! SOMEBODY?!” Sally pounded on the door in the
hopes that someone would hear her as they passed the kitchen on the way out.
“Keep that up and you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Angel said, crossing his
arms, “besides, you don’t wanna use up all the air in here..”
“We’re gonna run out of air?” Sally said, her eyes widening with panic.
“I’m kidding!” Angel said, “I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”
But it didn’t seem to be making Sally feel any better because she continued to
look anxiously out the window in the door. “Will you come here please?” he
pleaded, pulling her by the arm, “you’re making me nervous.”
Sally groaned her protest, and allowed Angel to pull her body around to face
him. “Can’t we try to kick the door down or something?” she whined.
“We would mean me, and I don’t relish the thought of breaking my foot trying
to kick down a solid stainless steel door if it’s alright by you.”
“I’m sorry,” Sally sighed, leaning up against a stack of boxes. I’ve
never been good with enclosed spaces, not since I was a kid..”
“It’s okay. We’ll be fine. We might just catch a hum dinger of a cold out
of this,” Angel smiled.
Sally didn’t look any happier so he spent ahalf hour trying to see if he could
somehow open the door, unhinging it, or prying it open. But nothing was working
and he was out of ideas.
“Looks like we’re staying put,” Angel sighed, “unless Mitch wakes up in
the middle of the night and wants a midnight snack.”
“Great,” Sally sighed, hunching over to rest her elbows on her knees.
“It’s not so bad,” Angel said with a grin, watching his warm breath before
him. “It’s not really all that cold..”
“For polar bears like you,” Sally chuckled.
“No really, we have each other to talk to. Plus we have all the ice cream we
can eat. It could be worse.”
“Instead of being stuck in a freezer we could be caught in a snow storm.”
“I’m a Florida native. I’ve never seen snow,” Sally pouted.
“Really?” Angel asked, sounding truly amazed. “I grew up in the Northeast.
I saw and played in a lot of it growing up.”
Angel’s eyes twinkled at the memories, a broad smile grossing his face. His
shoulders had softened, and his face didn’t seem so rigid anymore. Sally found
herself smiling herself, wondering what wonderful memories he was thinking
about. She almost burst out laughing, imaging the big man ice skating on a cold
winter’s day. Even under his sometimes sad demeanor, it wasn’t difficult to
see the boyish charm in Angel.
“The snow was great, especially snow days when us kids got to spent all day
outside playing in the snow, building snow men and having snowball fights. But
if a snowstorm caught you off guard and you were stranded out in it things could
get deadly. Hey, hey!” Angel said, noticing the worried look on Sally’s
face, “it’s no where near that cold in here so we don’t have a problem. So
“I’ll try,” Sally sighed, “but I’m not good with cold, let alone
enclosed places. “My brothers and I were playing hide and seek in my
grandparent’s big, old house,” she confessed, “and I decided to hide in a
closet and the door knob was loose and I was trapped. So needless to say I’ve
been claustrophobic since then..” Sally smiled. “But it helps that you’re
here with me..”
“Two frozen peas in a pod,” Angel grinned.
“Pretty soon we’ll have to chip the ice off your glasses,” stated Sally,
as she started to shiver. “Here,” she said, reaching out for them, “lemme
have em. They’re all fogged up.” Angel silently complied. Sally
couldn’t help but giggle at Angel, who was squinting at her. “You have
really pretty eyes. Ever thought of wearing contacts?”
“Me? Contacts? Too much of a pain in the ass. Those things are for women,”
Angel snorted, reaching out, palm up, silently asking for his glasses back.
“Why? Too much trouble to put em in and out at night?” Sally asked.
In and out.. Get your mind out of the gutter, Sally thought, blushing like she
hadn’t since she was a teenager. Thankfully without his glasses Angel didn’t
see it. Sally bit her lip, the feel of his big hand on hers was somehow very
intimate right at that moment. Her libido in overdrive, Angel’s touch fueled
an erotic image of she and Angel having wild, passionate sex amidst the frozen
food. Her hands went to her face, attempting to rub the telltale glow from her
“Hey! Gimme those,” Angel said, fumbling blindly for his glasses. His whole
world was fuzzy and his aim was a little off causing him to accidentally brush
up against Sally’s breasts. Even through the apron she wore, Angel could feel
the hard points of her nipples straining against the cotton of her Dusk To Dawn
unform shirt, hear her take in a quick breath and the unexpected intimate
contact, and yet she hadn’t pulled away. Now it was Angel’s body’s turn to
It had been over a year since he had even felt the smallest flicker of longing,
having decided long ago that the one true love in his life was gone forever. It
was too hard to allow himself to love someone like that again and risk going
through the pain he felt when he lost Suzanne to cancer. And yet his body
betrayed his heart, reacting to the familiar, erotic feel of a woman’s nipple
under his fingertips, and it was too late. His body yearned for more.
“Those aren’t them,” she laughed, huskily.
Sally’s heart pounded. How many nights had she dreamed of such a chance with
Angel, of breaking through his tough exterior to the passionate heart she knew
“I’m sorry,” Angel said, apologetically.
“Nothing to apologize for,” she answered. Sally decided to go for broke.
Getting up, she went over to Angel and slipped his glasses back on his face,
brushing his long hair back to expose his left ear. “I’ve been wanting you
to do that for the longest time,” she whispered, her warm breath sending
shivers up Angel’s spine.
“Do what?” Angel asked, his mind reeling.
Sally slipped her head through the top of the apron, folding it forward
and out of the way. Taking his right hand in both of hers, she cupped his hand,
laying it over her left breast. “This,” she whispered, pressing his hand
against her rock hard nipple.
Angel couldn’t even look at Sally, his universe centered on the wonderfully
unexpected rush he was experiencing. Even in the cold environment of the
freezer, Angel could feel Sally’s body heat penetrating through her shirt, as
she pressed her breast against his hand. Mesmerized by the turn of events, he
traced her nipple with his fingertip, shyly. Slowly, his left hand came to life,
coming up to rest on her right breast, cupping it, before both hands began a
rhythmic, circular massage, culminating at her nipples, as he rolled them
between his fingers, exploring, as if he hadn’t ever touched a woman this way
Angel had no way of knowing what his caresses were doing to her. It had been a
long time since Sally had felt a man’s hands on her body and she fought to
stop herself from losing control. “Mmm, that feels so good,” Sally purred,
her knees weak with pleasure. She yearned to reach out and do some tormenting of
Ever so slowly, Angel was allowing the dormant lover inside him come to life.
The knowledge that he could still please a woman, have a woman desire his touch
unleashing his ardor, and he picked Sally up, placing her on his lap. Kissing
Sally was still too intimate a proposition, so Angel devoured her neck instead,
nibbling and kissing her until he could feel her tremble with delight, arching
her back, wanting more.
Angel kissed his way down Sally’s neck to her ample breasts, and pressed his
face into her cleavage. The thought of her bare breasts egged him on, giving him
the courage to tug at the bottom of her shirt, skimming his hands up her sides
towards the wondrous bounty beneath. Suddenly, Sally was rising off of Angel’s
Angel moved his hands away thinking he had overstepped the boundaries. “I’m
Sally said, reaching for his hands as she sat back down. “Cold hands,” she
said, laying his hands on his own face so he could feel for himself, “see?”
she continued, meeting Angel’s wary gaze.
smile slowly emerged on Angel’s face. “I feel like I’m fifteen again.. all
thumbs,” he smiled.
were doing great,” Sally smiled. “Had my heart really pumping. But those
cold fish hands just about had me jumping out of my skin,” she teased,
caressing his cheek. “It’s getting really cold in here..”
couldn’t tell. Between all the hair on his body and the growing heat inside of
him, Angel could feel nothing but his mounting desire. “What an idiot I am,”
Angel said, looking into Sally’s big brown eyes, as he started to unbutton his
flannel shirt. Slipping it off, he wrapped it around Sally. “This is a
start,” he smiled.
looked at Angel’s broad chest hungrily, the tshirt he wore seemed ready to
burst at the seams. “I’m still freezing..” stated Sally, leaning towards.
took Sally into his arms, in a big bear hug, hiding his face in her curly brown
hair. “How about now? This better?”
pulling Sally towards him, Angel had set her down on the growing bulge in his
jeans. He was glad she couldn’t see his face for she would see an expression
of utter surprise. Never in a million years could he have imagined he’d be
contemplating having sex with the sexy brunette, so much time had passed since
his last flirtation with the opposite sex. It amazed him how at that very moment
he was at the brink of letting go. Sally was making it so easy, not pushing him,
but following his lead back into the land of physical closeness ands sexual
last time he had been this close to a woman was back in Atlantic City with his
new mob buddies. A night of gambling and drinking had ended in a private card
game back in one of the VIP rooms with Tony and his usual hangers on which
included a handful of leggy blonds. Blonds. One in particular came to mind.
Stephanie, with big breasts and even bigger Jersey girl hair that matched the
size of her libido. It would have been so easy to slip into one of the hotel
rooms and gone at it. But drunk or not, not even Stephanie’s roaming hands
could break through the walls around Angel’s heart, and, slipping her a fifty,
he had made a hasty, stumbling departure.
held tightly to Angel, wondering why he had gotten so quiet all of a sudden. He
wanted her, the proof was clearly apparent pressing up against her butt. She
would follow his lead, leave the door open in case he wanted to take things any
further. Sure, she’d prefer it to be outside the infernal freezer, where it
was warmer and where they’d have space to move around and get comfortable, but
if Angel initiated things she’d go along for a highly anticipated ride.
better,” Sally smiled, kissing Angel’s neck, the scent of Old Spice filling
was holding her so close that Angel could actually feel Sally’s heart beating.
Like hearing a soothing old song on the radio it edged him even further towards
breaking through his emotional walls, and he kissed her. Long, deep, passionate
kisses, possessing her mouth.
kisses were her undoing, and it was all Sally could do was hold on tight and
return his passion, moaning as they played a sensual game of tag with their
tongues. Her soft, pleasure filled moans deepened as she felt Angel pressing her
hips down against the throbbing in his pants.
Jessie was tired but not even slipping into her favorite faded, soft Dolphins tshirt, washed so many times it was almost transparent could get her to fall asleep. Unable to shake a feeling of anxiousness, she trudged back and forth to the kitchen looking for something to snack on. Next she made herself some chamomile tea to see if that would help her get a little drowsy. Nothing. She was fully alert. She didn’t wanna admit it to herself but the fact that a woman had answered the phone when she had called Zach was still bugging her. And he was coming back tomorrow. Jessie realized they needed to talk but how? She already had so many things on her mind.
Being engaged was wonderful. She had never been as happy as the night that Zach
had proposed, and she looked forward to setting their wedding date. Maybe
they’d have a Christmas wedding. She could carry a bouquet of red American
beauty roses. They could light up the church with candles and drape white lace
along the pews. Jessie crossed over to the mirror above the bureau, sweeping her
hair high on her hair. An up do would definitely make the most of a long veil.
Jessie was all smiles til she caught sight of her scar. Wincing, she leaned in
towards the mirror to examine it more closely.
The dark stitches were a sharp contrast against her creamy skin. The doctors
said that the scar would be barely noticeable once the stitches were out but how
could they be sure? She’d gotten stitches once before, as a kid when she had
banged her chin when she fell roller skating, and that scar was noticeable. Zach
hated the scar. She could see it in his eyes. He didn’t even hide it, averting
his eyes every time he glanced at her forehead.
Zach had always prided himself on having an intelligent and beautiful
girlfriend. Jess didn’t feel pretty, she hadn’t felt much of anything, other
than frightened the last few weeks. First the accident, then Zach’s threat to
sue the Dusk To Dawn. And worst yet, the pictures from the blackmailer. No
wonder she was a mess. Sure, the stitches would be coming out on Monday, but no
doctor in the world could fix the mess she found herself in. What was she going
Jess laid down on the bed again, scanning the channels for a good movie to
watch, but her eyes kept going over to the closet. Frustrated, she got up,
throwing over the doors and grabbing the wardrobe bag where she had hidden the
pictures. With unsteady hands she retrieved them, and sat down on the bed as she
pulled them out of the manila envelope.
How could this have happened? she thought with a sigh. How could she have
managed to get into bed with.. with a stranger?! Had she really drank that much
that she’d let some guy take her somewhere and have his way with her?
Examining the pictures more closely, she noticed the drag décor. From the looks
of it they were in some motel room. Jessie cringed. Look at what they were
doing! How could she?! Zach flirting drove her nuts. What a hypocrite she was.
From the compromising positions in the photographs she had clearly down more
than flirt with the guy.
With each photograph Jessie got sicker and sicker, as she peered warily at them.
Who could he be? The college guy she had danced with? Had she given him the
wrong idea the night of the Halloween party? Bringing a picture to her face for
a closer look, she stared at the man’s image. She couldn’t see his face,
just the back of his head. He had dark hair and broad shoulders. Not much to go
on. But then something caught her attention. The man had a tattoo on his right
shoulder, a tattoo she had seen somewhere before.
Excited at the clue she had stumbled upon, Jess brought the picture over to the
lamp on the bureau. Switching it on, she placed it up under the shade so she
could see the photo better. She was right. She had seen the tattoo before – a
tattoo like that would be hard to miss. A large black rendering of a snake
coiled around a dagger, and very distinctive. But when had she seen it? Jessie
shut her eyes, trying to concentrate, and it came to her. NICK!
Not one to hide his physique, Nick took to wearing muscle shirts during the
band’s sets. Anything to give the ladies in the audience something to gawk at.
A new emotion came over Jessie – rage. How dare he do this to her? All they
had ever done was dance. Okay, it wasn’t the smartest move to have kissed him
but this?! Jessie’s skin crawled at the thought
of being that intimate with Nick. No, she couldn’t have had sex with Nick.
Drunk or not she would have never crossed that line, especially since she was
engaged. She loved Zach. What had he done to her? Whatever it was, however he
had gotten her out of it enough to have his way with her, Jessie realized that
there was nothing Nick wouldn’t do for money. She always knew Nick was
arrogant, but if he thought he would get away with blackmailing her he had
another thing coming. But what? How would she stop him?
A frazzled Mitch sat propped up against some pillows on his makeshift bed that was his sofa, unable to sleep. Not even the late night wrestling match on tv could sooth him or his aching neck. Not an hour after Jessie had left the loft, Kelly had woken up crying. Hearing his daughter cry was the one thing that did him in. New to fatherhood, Mitch struggled to figure out why Kelly was so restless. Did she miss her mother and her own warm bed? Was she hungry, thirsty? Nope. Deciding it was a case of homesickness, he had rocked her gently in his arms to sooth her, even recounting the G rated version of how he and Lynn had met. Okay, so it wasn’t exactly Snow White and Prince Charming, but it had settled Kelly down enough to fall back to sleep.
But the calm was not to last. About half an hour later Kelly awoke crying for
her mother. Vaulting the sofa, Mitch rushed to her side.
“What’s wrong Angel?” pulling the sobbing child into his arms. “Have a
“I want Mommy!” Kelly cried, anxiously.
“Daddy’s right here baby,” he soothed, “tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
don’t feel good,” Kelly wailed, pressing her tear-streaked face into her
Mitch thought. Now what? Had he fed her too much? Too little? His mind went back
to when he was a little boy and how good his own mom had been whenever he was
sick. First thing she ever did was check for a fever. Duh, of course.
sweetie,” Mitch said, sitting her up, “let Daddy feel your face.”
enough Kelly felt warm. What in the world was he going to do now? He’d never
dealt with a sick child before, and Lynn was out of town. Mitch contemplated
calling Jessie but it was late and he didn’t wanna wake her.
the worried look on her father’s face, Kelly cried even more. “I want my
okay sugar, Daddy’s here and he’s gonna make you feel all better. I
promise.” Mitch sighed and reached for the phone. Never in his life had he
prayed so hard for someone to answer a phone.
Down in Key West, Lynn was startled from sleep by the sound of her cellphone ringing. Switching on the lamp next to her, she strained to see the number on the display, praying it wasn’t Nick calling her.
do you know how late it is? This had better be good..”
SHOULD HOPE SO,” Mitch barked. Taking a moment to compose himself, he lowered
his voice to avoid upsetting Kelly more than she already was. “It’s
it was Lynn’s turn to go ballistic. “KELLY?! What about Kelly?!” she
yelled, now wide awake.
you let me finish?” Mitch cringed. “She just woke up crying and asking for
you. She feels a little warm to me..”
mean to tell me that you’ve woken me out of a sound sleep, scaring me half to
death for that matter and it’s just a little cold? Can’t you and that big
burly friend of yours handle a little fever?” Lynn sighed, inwardly relieved
that it was nothing serious.
that Mommy?” Kelly asked, sniffling, “I wanna speak to Mommy..”
You through chastising me? Cuz Kelly wants to talk to you..”
handed his daughter the phone and sat waiting for Lynn to help him out. Maybe
she could ferret out of Kelly what was wrong. “Okay Mommy,” Kelly said,
passing the phone back to Mitch. Whatever Lynn had said had settled her down.
like a case of the flu. Those little brats at her school are covered in germs..
it’s no wonder she’s got a fever.”
what do I do? I’m new to this..” Mitch pleaded. “When are you coming back?
She needs her mother..”
so,” stated Lynn, “when a little fever sends you into a tizzy. Geez Mitch,
get a grip! There’s a thermometer in the overnight bag I left..”
shut up Mitch!” Lynn said, pounding the phone on the bed in frustration.
“It’s the year 2000. There are no more anal thermometers. But keep this up
and I’ll shove my fist up your whiny ass!”
her temperature. If it’s more than one hundred call me back. If not give her a
Children’s Tylenol and some juice and put her to bed. I’ll see you
sat there for a moment, stunned at Lynn’s abruptness, staring dumbfounded at
the receiver. “Mommy told Daddy just what to do, sweetie,” he said quickly,
putting down the phone, “you wait right here. Daddy’ll be right back.”
the first time all evening, Mitch realized that Angel was no where to be seen.
Where the hell could he be? He could really use his help right about now. Making
his way downstairs for some juice, Mitch’s brow furrowed when he saw that the
bar’s alarm system wasn’t armed. What the hell is this? Mitch thought, his
mood souring even further. Anybody could have broken in and cleaned em out.
he called out into the empty room.
All the lights were still on but there was no one around, not a sound could be
heard. No Gina, no kitchen staff, no waitresses – the place was deserted.
Mitch went back into the kitchen to get some juice for Kelly. Walking past the
walk in freezer to the frig he caught sight of the puddle of water.
was fuming. “This is an accident waiting to happen,” he said aloud, walking
towards the puddle in search of a mop to clean it up. When suddenly he noticed
some movement inside the walk in freezer. “What the..”
sat Angel, on a pile of frozen food boxes, with Sally sitting on his lap, the
two in the middle of a passionate embrace. Mitch was stunned. He had caught the
two exchanging looks at one another over the last few weeks, but never in a
million years would Mitch had thought that they would have resorted to a
spontaneous encounter like this!
coworkers hadn’t seen him yet and Mitch started to get a little uneasy as he
noticed how hot and heavy they were getting. Part of him wanted to act like he
hadn’t seen them and let the two finish what they had started. But in a
freezer?! How romantic could that be? Sure, it was impulsive – very much so
knowing how hard it had been for Angel after losing Suzanne. Sally must have
pushed the right combination of buttons, Mitch thought, a big smile crossing his
face. Good for you. Good for the both of you.
yet the other, more devilish side of Mitch remembered how Angel had ribbed him
for weeks after catching he and Jessie in a similar compromising position on the
pool table. Walking away would be the chicken way out. There was too much good
ribbing to be had out of this. For not only had they dared to let things go as
far as they had but the hilarious part was that they had gotten stuck in the
freezer in the process. It was priceless.
was happy for Angel. It had been way too long since he had benefited from the
romantic attention of a woman, let alone anyone as nice as Sally. Mitch’s
eyebrows arched as he noticed Angel’s hands start their ascent up Sally’s
sides. Damn, they had to be freezing their asses off. The interruption would be
awkward but they’d get over it, probably by finishing things somewhere warmer,
a word he pulled open the door. “I’ve heard about wanting a little privacy
but man,” Mitch laughed, steadying his hand on the wall so he wouldn’t spill
glanced at Mitch over her left shoulder, easing her shirt down quickly,
laughing, an uncharacteristic blush tinting her cheeks. “Gotta stay warm as
best you can,” Sally grinned, “the walls are sound proof and we’ve been
here for hours..”
looked at Mitch, a mix of mischief and embarrassment glimmering in his eyes.
“Don’t even say it,” Angel warned.
Mitch laughed, “never!” His laughter said it all. Besides, Mitch knew the
longer he hung around the less chance that Angel could get his much needed and
much deserved roll in the hay. “Lucky for you I had to come down to get some
oj for Kelly. She’s got a cold. Or who knows how long you guys woulda been
stuck in here.” Best friend or not, the temptation was too big for Mitch to
resist, and he had to get in the tiniest of parting shots. “A good NIGHTCAP
would work wonders right about now. How about I mix you guys a nice COCKtail?”
was dumbstruck, standing up as Sally got up off his lap. “We’ll be just fine
on our own,” Angel spat, “now
go see to Kelly knuckhead.” Seeing Mitch giving him the thumbs up, he glared
at him, motioning Mitch away with his eyes.
make sure to lock up after you’re through. Carry on!” Mitch teased, as he
walked away. “Woohoo! Go Angel.. go Sally.. go Angel..”
a nut,” Angel grinned, following Sally out of the freezer.
know,” Sally smiled, rubbing her arms to fend off the chill, “but he’s
right. A night cap would hit the spot right about now,” she said, facing
Angel, remnants of the earlier spark still shining in her eyes. Ball’s in your
court Angel, she thought to herself. You’re the boss. She could only hope
Mitch’s interruption hadn’t ruined things.
smiled. Once again Sally was selflessly leaving things up to him. She had no way
of knowing this but it had been her patience and trust that would allow him to
finish what they had started. Going upstairs was out of the question, since
Mitch and Kelly were up there. Where could they go? Then it hit him. The back
isn’t the only one who can mix a drink in this place,” Angel said, quickly.
“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
replied Sally, “I’ll just freshen up then..”
ran to the bathroom to make sure she didn’t look like an ice witch. Angel had
better hurry up, she thought, because if he took too long she might just chicken
out and forget the whole thing. What if Angel came to his senses the next day
and fired her? Would crossing the line from platonic employee to lover
jeopardize her job?
in the bar, Angel was facing a similar dilemma. Would Sally think less of him?
Would he freeze at the wrong moment? That’s what the drinks were for. The
drinks would thaw them both out as well as ease any nervousness. Tucked back in
the bar he had hidden a bottle of expensive French brandy that would do just the
trick. Sure, he thought, they could sit on the couch in Mitch’s office and
chat and let the brandy mellow them out again. Hopefully the couch would prove
to be as much of an aphrodisiac for him and Sally as it had for Mitch and
you are,” Angel said, “come on. Let’s go sit down and share a glass or two
of this brandy. It should warm us right up.”
followed Angel into Mitch’s office and joined him on the couch. “Mitch is
right. This is much better,” she smiled. “A lot warmer and more room to get
comfy,” she continued, kicking off her shoes.
should smooth away the chill,” Angel said, handing Sally a snifter of brandy.
“To a beautiful lady on a wonderful night of surprises. Salut.”
very sweet,” Sally replied, taking a sip from the brandy. “Tonight was a
surprise. I’m happy we got stuck in that damn freezer,” she laughed.
“I’ve always liked you..”
liked you too. But we haven’t had much of a chance to interact with each other
than through work stuff. I’m glad tonight changed all that.”
reached out and squeezed Angel’s hand. “Me too. You give wonderful hugs..”
by little, the two were working their way back past the awkwardness, the brandy
helping to loosen them up.
Angel said, setting down his glass, “there’s more where they came from.”
happily complied, feeling totally at ease in the big man’s arms. “Mmm..
feels so good..”
the best thing I’ve held since Suzanne..” Angel said, a huge sigh escaping
pulled Angel close, stroking his hair. “It’s gonna be okay Angel. It’s
okay..” It broke Sally’s heart to feel Angel tremble in her arms as he let
her hold him. “You feel wonderful to me too,” she continued, taking a moment
to kiss his cheek sweetly, innocently, “but we don’t have to..”
is the first time I’ve ever wanted to in a very long time,” he confessed,
taking another drink, “but it’s been so long I don’t know if I remember
smiled. “Sure you do.”
sat back, keeping her eyes fixed on Angel’s and pulled her shirt off and over
her head. He followed suit. Angel watched her with eyes of wonder as she undid
her bra and let the straps slip off her shoulders exposing her breasts.
came to her, slipping his arms around Sally’s waist and pulling her close. His
lips descended to her neck and he kissed her repeatedly, tasting her skin with
his lips and tongue. Sally moaned her desire, and lay back onto the couch,
taking Angel with her. The feel of his broad, hard, furry chest was torturing
her nipples, sending delicious streams of pleasure down her body and between her
began his sensual assault on Sally’s body by kissing her full lips, his kisses
deep and full of emotion. His hand descended to her breast, cupping it, circling
the nipple with his fingertips. Moments later the sound of Sally’s moans
filled the room as Angel took her nipple between his lips, taunting her, teasing
her by flicking his tongue against it, before he suck on it slowly, yet
dug her nails into his shoulders, the pleasure driving her wild with desire.
“Oh Angel,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist.
need was growing too and he struggled to fit his tall frame onto the couch as he
undid his pants. Sensing what he wanted, Sally sat up, hands groping his body
hungrily, as they both fought to take off their jeans. Sally lost her balance
and bent her knees so that she wouldn’t fall, letting herself fall back onto
her hands. A light bulb lit up in Angel’s head – the floor. It wouldn’t be
as cushioned, but they’d have enough room to lay out if.. Kneeling next to
Sally, with one push Angel had the coffee table out of the way, pressed up
against the end of Mitch’s desk.
beautiful, voluptuous naked form beckoned him, and Angel fought for control. He
couldn’t risk hurting her, she so small, his own body so big. Straddling her
hips, he braced his hands on the floor by her shoulders, lowering his head for a
passionate kiss. Angel gasped, his face grimacing with sheer pleasure as Sally
bent her knees, reaching up to caress his erect penis, guiding it towards the
center of her aching need.
one smooth, earth shattering moment, he was inside her, moaning his pleasure
into Sally’s mouth, languishing in the feel of her tight wetness wrapped
around him. His hunger unleashed, Angel plunged into her again and again,
Sally’s moans filling his ears, her nails dragging down his back.
don’t want to hurt you,” he said, lifting his chest off of Sally and looking
deeply into her eyes.
not..” she panted, “don’t stop,” she pleaded, wrapping her legs around
Angel. “don’t stop..”
Mitch was restless. The sofa was starting to feel mighty lumpy. Kelly had a fever of 100.5 degrees so he had given her a Children’s Tylenol with her orange juice and stroked her hair to settle her down til the mediine took affect. But that was over an hour ago, and every so often he heard his daughter moan and switch positions in his bed. The wrestling match he had been watching was long over and there was nothing on other than insipid infomercials. Hairdini and Ab rollers weren’t cutting it. He shifted his position, his head towards the stairs of the loft and flipped channels. There had to be something better on. Oh geez, you know you’re desperate when you find Jerry Springer on the tube and leave it on.
lovers. Typical. Some poor woman was pitching a fit as her boyfriend confessed
that he was sleeping with another woman behind her back. What a scumbag. The
woman was cute too, with big sad eyes and brown hair. Just like Jessie. How many
times had Mitch seen the same pained look on Jessie’s face? His mind went back
to later that night when he had gone to the window to watch Jessie as she walked
to her car. How could Zach cheat on such a wonderful girl? Mitch wondered.
was asleep, snuggled deep in the covers on his bed. Mitch smiled. Jessie was so
sweet to have taken to time to tuck Kelly in.
Jessie, on his bed, so close yet so far. Mitch wanted her to stay, so badly he could taste it, hoping
that she would linger after Kelly fell asleep.. he had watched her leave, going
to the window to make sure she had got to her car okay. What a jerk, he thought.
It had been late and he should have walked her out to her car and not risked
something bad happening.
started wimpering,, the fever wreaking havoc on her little body. “Daddy,”
she cried, “I want Mommy!”
know precious. Mommy will be back tomorrow morning,” Mitch said, crossing back
over to the bed.
I want her now..”
was anxious. Of course Kelly wanted her mother. You could say a lot of things
about Lynn but no one could call her a bad mother. Lynn was the most important
person in Kelly’s life, how could she not be? Enough time hadn’t passed yet
for Kelly to feel equally comfortable with her father. What could he do to
reassure her? Mitch’s thoughts immediately went to Jessie.
want Daddy to go get Jessie for you baby?”
nodded a tearful reply.
for my baby,” Mitch smiled, kissing Kelly’s cheek. “Daddy’s gonna go get
Angel to sit with you while he goes get Jessie, okay?” Grabbing his wallet and
keys, Mitch hurried down the stairs to find Angel.
found Angel sitting at the bar sipping a drink. “Buddy, I need you to do me a
favor,” Mitch said, voice pleading.
you could ask me for anything,” Angel grinned.
gonna go get Jessie. I can’t seem to settle Kelly down..”
this hour? Why don’t you call her and..” But it was too late. Mitch was
already flying out the door.
Jessie was startled by the phone, and scrambled to get it. It was Harry the doorman saying Mitch was downstairs. Something had to be terribly wrong.
poked at the elevator button to Jessie’s floor, willing the elevator to move
faster. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins as he strode to her door and
Jessie said, in barely a whisper, “is everything okay?”
had never expected the vision that stood before him. Still groggy from sleep,
her long hair was tossled, tumbling in wild mess around her face and shoulder.
She had rushed to the door without even thinking about her attire, the old
tshirt she had donned as a pajama becoming translucent in the light of the
hallway, revealing the luscious curves of her breasts. Mitch’s brain was in
overload, and he struggled to get himself together enough to speak.
wrong?” Jessie pleaded, her big green eyes pleading for an explanation.
then all thoughts of Kelly faded into the background, Mitch’s entire being
transfixed on Jessie. But he couldn’t move, his body betrayed by his
overloaded mind. As if in a dream, Jessie reached out through his fog and took
his hand in hers.
okay, you can tell me,” she said, pulling him through the doorway and into her
arms for a warm embrace.
drank in her warmth, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close so that
he could nuzzle his face against the soft fragance of her neck. After a couple
of moments of bliss, he summoned the strength to speak.
Kelly. She has a fever. Lynn’s out of town. The only person I could think
about was you..” The worry about Kelly had helped bubble to the surface what
he really needed, to show Jessie how much he wanted her. Before letting her go,
he let the words tumble of out his mouth. “I need you Jessie,” Mitch said,
letting his emotion envelope his words.
heart stopped. Never before had she heard Mitch say those words, and she lifted
her head to lovingly caress his cheek. Mitch gazed down out her, passion burning
in his eyes, and Jessie’s heart raced as she found herself edging her lips
ever closer to his.
was all the encouragement and his mouth was on hers. Picking Jessie up, Mitch
carried Jessie towards the bedroom. Walking blindly, he bumped the night table
spilling a glass of ice water. Laying Jessie on the bed, he turned to clean up
Jessie laughed, “leave it,” she continued, her eyes scanning his face.
back to the table, Mitch heard Jessie groan her protest, but the spilt glass had
given him an idea. He would make the next moments the most pleasurable of her
life. Mitch gathered the ice and righted the glass and turned around. He smiled,
keeping his mouth closed. Then his lips parted, revealing an ice cube between
grinned wickedly. “And what do you intend to do with that ice cube?” she
a second Mitch was on the bed, pulling Jessie into his arms, as she laughed and
wrestled with him playfully. Mitch pulled her neck over to his mouth and
dragging the ice cube down her neck.
cold!” Jessie squealed, trying to wiggle free.
grinned, allowing the ice cube to slip out of his mouth and down her shirt. His
weight still on her body he waited, a wet spot starting to form, in the valley
of her breasts.
glared down at her shirt. “Oh Mitch, you bad boy,” she smiled. Shivering,
her nipples hardening. “You don’t play fair,” she said, huskily.
Jessie’s eyes sparkled as she looked Mitch dead in the eye and she soon had both hands on him. Dragging her left hand up his chest flirtatiously, Jessie stopped at his lips, softly tracing them with her fingers. Yearning to feel her touch on his bare skin, Mitch struggled to pull off his shirt, leaning back down. He stopped, as Jessie trailed her right hand down the front of his body, dragging her long nails against his skin and teasing the hair on his chest. Jessie’s hand continued its descent until it reached his thigh, her thumb teasingly brushing against his crotch. Two could play at this game. Keeping her eyes fixed on his, Jessie pulled open his fly, brushing over his throbbing manhood, before slipping into the opening in his underwear.
Mitch grinned, feeling her starting to take control. “I’ll get it,” he said, lifting up her shirt and slipping his head under it.
“Mitch.. get it,” Jessie pleaded, feeling the ice cube slide down into the dimple of her belly button.
The scruff on Mitch’s shin was making Jessie giggle. Her shirt was tightly stretched over Mitch’s head so he could clearly see the ice cube melting on Jessie’s hot body. His lips curled over the cube, and taking it between his teeth, Mitch slowly began to pull his head out when he caught sight of Jessie’s breasts. Her chest was heaving with desire, the two mounds of pleasing flesh, nipples pink and erect enticing him.
Mitch’s eyes gleamed and with a wicked smile, he eased Jessie’s shirt off, giving him ample access to her beautiful breasts. Refocusing his attention on her belly button, he dipped the ice cube in it, causing Jessie’s stomach to clench. He had her under his spell again. Slowly he glided the ice cube up to her breasts and stopped, feeling her legs slide up against each other as she threaded his fingers in Mitch’s hair and moaned, wrapping one of her legs around his.
Jessie seemed to glow beneath him, her warmth radiating against his skin. Dragging the ice cube against the sensitive skin of her breasts was driving her crazy with desire. Mitch felt Jessie’s leg squeeze his as he traced her nipple with the ice cube, stroking her other breast with his free hand.
He could hear her breath quicken, her moans deepen, as her hands fought to find access to his groin where she could turn the tables on him. But her hands fell limp as Mitch traced wet circles around her nipples, and she arched her back with pleasure. Ice cube gone, Mitch suckled her nipple, feeling his arousal press against her silky panties. His right hand slid down her stomach, along the curve of her hip to her thigh, and Mitch slipped his fingers under the wasteband of her panties. He could feel Jessie struggling to lift her hips so that he could slip her panties offs and he obliged.
Mitch wanted to tell Jessie how much he wanted her but the passion of feeling Jessie’s hands on his manhood left him mute. Mitch fought to concentrate. He had waited to long for this moment and was going to say everything he had ever held back. Groaning with pleasure, he lifted himself back up, kissing Jessie passionately, his hand slipping between her creamy thighs to the warm, wetness of her folds, pulsating under his touch.
“I want you now Jessie,” Mitch moaned, between breaths, “I want to feel myself deep inside of you..”
Jessie took his erect penis in her hands, stroking it, shutting Mitch up as he moaned his desire into her ear. “Then take me,” she gasped, easing her thighs open.
Mitch was unable to hold back his passion any further and pushing himself onto his hands, he straddled Jessie’s body and gazed deeply into her big, passion filled eyes, Jessie’s hands reaching for him as he positioned himself at her moist opening
“I want you Mitch..”
Mitch woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up on the couch. He was covered in sweat, and fought hard to catch his breath. Wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, he leaned over the arm of the couch. Good, at least Kelly was still asleep. Not wanting to wake her up now that she was sound asleep, Mitch forewent a shower, opting for just changing his sweat laden tshirt instead. Slowly he lay back down, pounding his fist into his pillow before stuffing it under his head and stared up at the ceiling. “Damn,” he groaned aloud. It was going to be a long night..
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