After lunch they had returned to Laura's house, where they sat on the couch talking.
"Adam do you know who Gabrielle Criswell is?" she asked. He paused.
"I believe she's married to Robert Criswell. We belong to the same country club. Why?"
Laura explained about Gabrielle's offer.
"She called this morning to set up a meeting to discuss the details. I never even said yes."
"Are you serious about starting up your own business?" he asked. Laura shrugged.
"I don't know. It would give me something to do while Trixie is in school, that's for sure. And I do love creating."
"Then do it." he encouraged her.
"I don't know. Starting a business isn't easy."
"Please Gabrielle Criswell and you'll have customers lining up a year in advance."
"Really?" Laura's eyes brightened.
"Her niece is extremely influential with her age group. The elite brats you so despise, but the Criswells carry a fair amount of pull around not only Denver, but Aurora and Boulder as well."
Laura thought about that for a minute.
"It's tempting." she admitted.
"Think about it."
"What if Priscilla tried to use it against me? That I don't spend enough time with Trixie?"
"I would think it would help you, showing that you're making your own way with your skills." he replied, reaching over to brush a lock of hair from her eyes. At his touch, her eyes met his and she was stunned by the frank desire she was experiencing.
"Really?" she asked weakly. He nodded.
"Laura you're an intelligent woman I can see the drive in you. If you want your own business, then start it."
Laura chewed it over for a minute then grinned.
"Ok, I will." Impulsively she hugged Adam, and he didn't release her quickly.
"Thank you."
"For what?" he asked absently, inhaling the clean scent of her.
"The pep talk." she giggled, pulling away. Their eyes met and before she could stop herself she was kissing him, drowning in his arms as he gently laid her back on the couch, passion mounting.
Brought back to reality by the feel of his warm hands against her back, she pushed him back gently.
"Adam." she whispered.
"Too fast?" he asked. She nodded and he pulled away further. "I apologize. I'm not trying to pressure you."
"I know. It's just - I'm not ready."
"It's all right." he kissed her once, gently, on the lips. "I think it's about time for you to go pick up Trixie anyway."
"Yeah you're right." she could feel the pink in her cheeks. Why did she have to blush so easily? "Do you want to come with me?"
"Sure." He was forcing the thoughts of making love to her right there on the couch from his mind.
* * *
"Well, she had mentioned something about wanting to see Trixie more," Sophie hedged.
"Mother! You knew she was planning to try and get custody?"
"Not exactly. She just said she wanted to work out an arrangement with you."
"She's going to take me to court Mother," Laura said through clenched teeth, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles were white. The doorbell rang. Trixie hopped up to the door.
"I doubt she'd go that far," Sophie was nervous.
"It's Adrin!" Trixie shouted, opening the door.
"Mother, she will. And you can bet your ass she'll drag you into testifying! "
"Oh dear, I don't think she will. I won't choose between my daughters."
"You sure as hell did my entire childhood, Mother. But you've seen me with Trix. You know she has a good life."
"I don't see why you two can't get along and work something out."
"George didn't want her with Priscilla! He chose me!" Laura shouted angrily.
"Laura, don't get so excited. This will-"
"Goodbye Mother," Laura said coldly, hanging up the phone. Counting to ten, she turned to see a concerned Adrian behind her.
"Adam told me about your sister."
"Mother seems to be living in a bubble. . .thinks her precious Silly won't take me to court."
Even with steam coming out of her ears, Laura was simply lovely, he thought, battling the urge to step over to her, smooth her hair down and kiss her madly.
"Come draw with me Adrin," Trixie grabbed the big man by his hand and pulled him over to where her coloring books were spread out. Laura followed them, sitting on the floor cross legged.
"Our lawyers will take care of it. Trust me," he smiled. Laura smiled sadly at him.
In the last few hours she had realized just how important Trixie was to her. Since the little girl had come into her life she had had to give up her wild ways, and take responsibility. And the thought of not having Trixie around, as exasperating as she could be, just tore her heart out. In the middle of the night Trixie would crawl into bed with her, mumbling about bad dreams, wrapping her little arms around Laura's neck and snuggling close to her. The first few times she did this, it unnerved Laura. Now she enjoyed feeling protective of the little girl.
"I didn't know who else to call this morning."
Adrian wished she had called him instead of Adam. Understandable though. . .she was seeing Adam, not him, much to his chagrin.
"Well don't worry. We'll get it taken of," he smiled at her.
Laura wondered how she had gotten so lucky.
* * *
Laura's eyes fell on the weight loss medications, right next to children's vitamins. After picking up Trixie's chewable Pokemon vitamins, Laura drifted over to the weight loss area. Her jeans were getting a little tighter. Too much sampling of the cookies she kept around for Trixie she thought. There were so many to choose from, she thought. Name brands everywhere. . . one had a new natural formula. . .Laura bit her lip. She had sworn not become obsessive over her weight again but a few pounds couldn't hurt.
* * *
Laura reviewed the ideas the Criswells had handed her for the wedding cake. The bride wanted an extravagant five layer deal. Two cakes on the side, with an elaborate bridge leading up to the next two, another bridge leading up to a castle on the elevated third cake, a fountain below it. Lots of floral garlands and intricate lace work on the cakes themselves. She had seen a similar picture in a book, and Laura knew she could duplicate it but it would require rolled fondant icing and hours of intense detail work.
"We're quite prepared to pay whatever you ask," Gabriele had told her. Laura stared at the picture. It had been a while since she had done anything this fancy.
"Well, I'll have to figure it all out." Laura said weakly.
"The wedding is next month. Is that enough time?"
"I can get you an estimate by next week," Laura replied. Gabrielle smiled.
"Excellent. If it's half as good as the one you made for the children, I just may have you cater all my parties."
Her perfume still hung in the air an hour later. Laura was attempting to figure out her costs. While the supplies wouldn't be much, it was the labor that would cost. She knew most bakeries would charge close to a thousand dollars for such an extravagant piece. If the Criswells had money to throw around, why didn't they just call the creator listed and fly them in from wherever?
Not that she minded the opportunity to test her skill after all this time. Or the chance to earn some money on her own. But it was a rather daunting project.
"Nothing to lose," she muttered. She didn't have a reputation here. Yet. Smiling to herself, she returned to figuring out what she should charge.
* * *
"I would love to Adam but tonight is Open House."
"Open what?" Adam leaned back in his chair, picturing Laura under him on his bed, her soft flesh flushed lovemaking..
"Open House. At Trixie's school. You can come with me if you'd like."
Adam had other thoughts in mind but if Trixie was going to be in his life, he should make the effort.
"Who knows, it might be fun," He smiled to himself.
"So meet us here at six. You can get a glimpse into Trixie's world." she laughed.
* * *
"Laura, can Adrin go with us tonight?" Trixie nibbled on her cookie.
"Why would he want to Trix?" Laura was combing out her long hair.
"Cause I asked him to."
"Well, if he wants to. Adam is going too."
"Goody. They can meet Mrs. J and Shalena and I can show them my stories."
"Yes, I'm interested in these stories myself," Laura said dryly. All of Trixie's progress reports came with "fabulous imagination" and "wonderful creative streak". Since that first day skirmish with Henry the bully, Laura had not received any phone calls about Trixie's behavior. She had a weekly appointment with the school counselor who said she still wouldn't talk about her father but seemed to be adjusting to life with Laura just fine. Adrian's name came up frequently in the sessions.
"He's here!" Trixie shouted when the doorbell rang. Flying to the door she threw it open. "Hi Adam!"
"Hello Trixie." Adam smiled warmly at her. The child was adorable. Wondering briefly what a child of his and Laura's would look like, his thoughts were interrupted as she walked into the room.
"Hi," she smiled. He kissed her on the cheek.
"Adrin'll be here in a minute, we can't go without him!" Trixie was haunting the window, searching for him. Adam glanced at Laura, one eyebrow raised. Why was his brother going?
"Trixie invited him," she mouthed. Adam nodded, but was irked. It was almost a family occasion but Adrian's presence would thwart that. Adam made a note to take Laura and Trixie out on a "family" date.
"Adrin!" Trixie threw the door open as the tall Englishman arrived. He scooped up Trixie into a bear hug.
"Sorry I'm running late."
"No problem. Trixie, get your coat."
Adrian was as surprised to see Adam as Adam had been to hear about Adrian going. It made sense, he thought grudgingly.
* * *
At the school, Laura was aware of the other women appreciatively noting the Wingfield brothers. Laura waved Dessa Basing over, who both brothers greeted warmly. Adrian's eyes lingered on the pretty brunette, who clear green eyes seemed brighter today. . .maybe it was the black sweater she was wearing, heightening her fair skin.
Luke was with his sister and he and Trixie promptly started telling the adults about their latest project in class.
"We have to show Adrin my stories," Trixie dragged Adrian over to her desk. Laura glanced at Adam, who didn't appear to be offended. Adam and Dessa exchanged greetings. Adrian encouraged Dessa to go with him, as they were in conversation.
"Has Henry given Luke any more trouble?" Laura asked.
"No. Henry seems to be afraid of Trixie."
"It takes a bully to scare one," Laura grinned. Mrs J was with another parent but making her way towards them. Laura slipped her hand into Adam's, and he squeezed it gently. They headed towards Adrian and Trixie.
". . .and this one the hero is based on you," Trixie was saying. Adrian was chuckling.
"Laura, how good to see you," Mrs. J had arrived at Trixie's desk. Laura quickly introduced the brothers.
"Wouldn't miss it," Laura smiled.
"I have to tell you, I haven't seen a mind so developed with stories in a long time. Not at her age. It's just fabulous the way she can entertain the entire room during story time. The other kids don't even attempt, they just ask Trixie for a story."
"That's great," Laura was surprised herself. Trixie rarely talked about her day at school.
"I'm a little concerned about her attention span though. She just kind of tunes out during reading, but I'd like to move her into a more advanced reading group."
"What do you mean?" Laura asked. Adrian had pulled Adam into the portfolio of stories.
"Well, each day, when we do reading, I'd like to send her to a fourth grade class to join them. She's very far ahead of the rest of the class."
"Wouldn't that alienate her from kids her own age?" Laura asked.
"Possibly. The other idea would be to give her a higher reading list. The assignments would be more difficult, but I feel like I'm not challenging her enough. I'd also like to have her start writing these stories down more."
"Her penmanship is awful," Laura said dryly.
"I know. It would involve extra homework for her so I wanted to talk to you about it."
"It's fine with me. Maybe I can help her with the penmanship aspect," Laura smiled.
"That would be wonderful. She's making straight A's except for that. She just gets bored easily."
"I've heard that's a sign of genius," Laura remarked. Mrs. J nodded.
"And we want to keep an eye on it."
They chatted a few more minutes and Mrs J moved on to the next parent. Laura moved to join the brothers looking over Trixie's work of the last month. Trixie was perfectly at home in Adrian's lap, the big man having been forced to squeeze into the tiny chair, one arm around Trixie as she explained her latest plot line to him.
* * *
Laura was assembling the wedding cake when she sensed someone behind her.
"It's exquisite."
Turning, she smiled at Gabrielle Criswell.
"Thank you. A few more minutes and you'll have the full effect."
"An excellent job Ms. Stevenson," Gabrielle was circling the table.
"Thank you," Laura picked up the castle and was cautiously lowering it down. The bridges connecting the cake were next and she would be done. The castle itself had kept her up until three am as she put on the final little crystal candies.
"Have you decided to go into business for yourself?" Gabrielle asked.
"I'm seriously considering it," Laura half smiled.
"Well, if you do, please let me know. I will be more than happy to recommend you to my friends."
"Thank you Mrs. Criswell. I'd appreciate that."
Twenty minutes later Laura left the country club, tired but a large check in her pocket and smiling to herself.
* * *
"What are you going to call it?" Adam asked. They were snuggled on the couch in her living room, the news was muted. Laura had been writing down ideas all day for her new company.
"Dunno. But I can run it right out of the house. I'm going to buy a new oven anyway because this one is a little temperamental. I made the cakes themselves at Mothers. I'll specialize in celebration cakes, but feature a variety of desserts. Maybe more of a coffeehouse. I can call the ACF, get names of chefs in the area, if the business takes off and I need help." Laura's eyes were glowing.
"Coffeehouses have been done to death. And you still need a name, dear," Adam brushed his lips against her neck. Adrian had taken Trixie for ice cream, their weekly outing.
"Hmm. I don't know. I think all the good ones have been taken. Any ideas?"
Adam drew her to him.
"Laura's Luscious Nibbles," his voice muffled as he kissed her neck. She giggled, drawing back shyly. It had been so long since she was intimate with a man, being around the sexy Adam intoxicated her. She didn't realize the fact she blushed so easily turned Adam on.
"Something a little more professional," she laughed.
"I'll think on it," he ran his hand through her hair luxuriously, wanting to feel it against his chest.
"Trixie's Treats," she laughed. Adam realized she hadn't been kidding about drinking. One glass of champagne and she was giddy. They were celebrating her success with the Criswells. Gabrielle had called to say everyone just loved the cake.
Trixie was snuggled safe in bed, Adrian was out somewhere, and Adam was falling more in love with Laura every moment.
"Let's dance. To celebrate," she leaped to her feet and almost fell over. He got up to steady her.
"I don't think you're in any shape to dance," he chucked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, catching him off guard. Eagerly he responded, wanting her.
"Adam," she said softly.
"Yes my darling?" this was sheer torture.
"Take me to bed." her gray eyes met his green ones and Adam knew he was lost. Turning the television off, he lead her to her room gently, kissing her when they got there.
Laying her back on the bed Adam knew he couldn't go through with it. She was drunk and not in control. And if she regretted come morning, well, he just couldn't have that.
Still holding to him she was pulling him down on top of her.
"Laura, go to sleep," he said quietly.
"Why?" she giggled.
"Because I won't take advantage of you."
"You're not," she ran her hand over his cropped hair, driving him closer to the edge of not being able to stop himself.
"Yes I am. You're drunk. And while I am dying to make love to you, I want you coherent for the entire experience."
"Oh you're no fun," her eyes were half closed.
"Go to sleep," he kissed her forehead and waited until he eyes were fully closed. Turning off the lamp, he let himself out the front door, making a note to have a security system installed.
* * *
"This better be good." Laura snapped into he phone the next morning.
"Well, that's a fine greeting."
"Mother, it's Saturday. Can't I sleep?"
"It's eleven o'clock. I was calling to tell you I wouldn't be able to make it for lunch."
"Hmm? It's eleven? oh shit."
"Late night?" Sophie asked.
"I. . . yeah kind of. Adam and I were celebrating. "
"I bet. Is he still there?"
Laura sighed.
"No, Mother. He didn't spend the night. We didn't sleep together."
"What a pity. Anyhow, I'll have to reschedule lunch."
"Ok." Laura yawned into the phone, then realized she was still dressed and still angry at her mother for knowing about Priscilla's plan.. After she hung up, she tried to recall the events of the night before. Adam had acted honorably, she realized with disappointment. He hadn't seduced her.
"Laura? You awake yet?" Trixie appeared in the doorway.
"Yeah kiddo."
"Why'd you sleep in your clothes?" Trixie climbed on the bed next to her.
"I . . .was so tired I just didn't change last night," Laura lied.
"Can Adrian take me to the park today?"
"Sure," All Laura wanted was a shower and hot chocolate.
When Laura stepped from the shower a while later she could hear Trixie singing along with the Dixie Chicks at the top of her lungs.
"Trixie! Turn it down!" she snapped, freezing when she realized Adrian Wingfield was in her living room and he was staring at her.
Wet hair clinging to her exposed shoulders, clad only in a peach towel, Adrian tried to avert his eyes.
"Uh, hi," she said weakly, retreating to the bathroom quickly. Adrian forced his mind back on Trixie, who hadn't even seen her aunt.
Laura wrapped her hair in a towel quickly, reaching for her robe. Adrian had just seen her practically naked. Her lips twitched in pleasure as her mind wandered further in that direction.
Adam, she thought guiltily. Had she made a total fool of herself? He would be picking her up at seven and here she was fantasizing about his brother.
Drying quickly she slipped out to her room and got dressed. By the time she got to the living room, Adrian was helping zipping up Trixie's pink jacket.
"We'll be back soon," he smiled at her and she just nodded, still too embarrassed to say anything. Trixie pull on her pink gloves.
"I'm ready," she announced.
After they left, Laura sank onto the couch. Should she call Adam? She was so embarrassed about last night. What if he didn't want to see her anymore?
Biting her lip, she dialed his cell number.
"Adam Wingfield."
"It's Laura."
"Good morning." He sounded pleasant enough.
"I uh, wanted to call you because, uh. . ."
"Is something wrong Laura?"
"Well, if you had changed your mind about tonight, I completely understand," she blurted out.
"Why on earth would I do that?" Adam set his pen down as he swivelled in his office chair, staring out at the city.
"Well, last night, I mean, the way I acted-"
"You acted like a lady who had too much champagne to drink."
He sounded amused, she thought.
"Well, I just didn't know if- I mean-"
"You thought I wouldn't want to see you again because you're human?"
"Something like that," she said weakly, her eyes drifting to the wall over the fireplace. Needed a painting, she thought.
"Of course not. There were plenty of nights when I was younger that passed in a blur. You warned me you had a low tolerance."
"Thank you for being a gentleman." Laura was so glad he couldn't see how red her face was.
"You're very welcome," he could see her now, perched on the couch, legs folded under her, face flaming red to match her hair. "We're still on for seven then?"
"Of course." she smiled into the phone.
* * *
With Dessa having a Halloween party for the children in Luke and Trixie's class, Laura had agreed to make the treats for it. Adam had also asked her to go to party with him.
"Just some business associates." he answered vaguely. Nervously she agreed to go. Earlier that week Sophie had blown into the house waving a magazine.
"Honey, forget the Fortune 500, Adam and Adrian Wingfield are in the Fortune 50"
"What are you talking about?" Laura wiped the flour off her hands.
"Right here. 'Rising brothers Adam and Adrian Wingfield of Wingfield Inc.' Doesn't list how much they take home every year but look!"
Sure enough, there was a small picture of them under the brief article.
"They rub elbows with the richest people in the country Laura!"
"Wow." Laura had no idea the brothers were that powerful. Neither one flaunted it, and Laura didn't feel it was her place to ask about their money. Dimly she remembered Adam telling her that a lot of it was inheritance from their father, but they had built it up since his death. Imports, exports, antiques, she hadn't really listened for the details.
"Gorgeous, rich, no wonder you can't decide." Sophie teased. Laura frowned at her.
"I'm seeing Adam mother." "
And I've seen the way you look at Adrian, and the way he looks at you." Sophie smiled back. Laura rolled her eyes.
"Please. We're just friends."
"For now."
Laura shook her head.
* * *
Now Laura was searching for a costume.
"Go as a chef. No one would believe you," she chuckled to herself. Somewhere she had a big trunk of costumes.
Digging in the closet she finally found it and pulled it out. Coughing as she raised the lid , she peered inside. Trixie didn't know she had this. Talk about getting to play dress up.
Old bridesmaid dress from Priscilla's wedding. Horrid thing with puffy sleeves in a vomitous shade of green. Maybe she could cut it up and make a dress for Trixie, when she played dress up. Better yet, just cut it up and throw it away. Bridesmaid dress from the wedding of a college buddy. . .much nicer she thought, staring at the pale blue silk dress with a smile. The evening had been spent with the best man and a lot of champagne in his hotel room.
Vampire costume came next. The velvet cloak still hung in her closet, it was perfect for cold winter nights. Chuckling she ran her hands over the black vinyl costume. She had worn it during the height of her party days in college, the deep v exposing half her breasts, clinging to her body. The guys had loved it, especially when she had gotten up to dance on the table. Though drunk, she still had her balance and drove the men wild. Not that she needed the money but it was the easiest two hundred dollars she had ever made, the men waving the bills at her and begging for more.
Her Laura Ingalls Wilder dress from a play in high school. Ah yes, her Wicked Witch of the West costume, from the Wizard of Oz. Belly dancer costume.
"I bet Adam would like the vinyl number."
Laura laughed at Dessa. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Trixie was on the porch. She let me in. What are you doing?"
"Trying to find a costume for this party I told Adam I would go to him with."
"Either the vinyl or the belly dancer," Dessa was inspecting the vinyl costume.
"I don't know these people. Maybe I should ask Adam."
"He'll say the vinyl I bet. Good lord girl, how deep is this neckline?"
Laura blushed and Dessa burst out laughing.
"Ok, go with the dancer."
"It may not fit. My weight has changed so much."
"So try it on."
Laura changed quickly into the sheer black pants. The wild rose pattern on them allowed glimpses of her legs to show through as they hung from her hips. Slipping into the gold and blue belt, she was pleased to see it fit. The top, gold and blue beads and coins, jingled when she moved was a little snug.
"How did my breasts grow but my hips didn't?" she wondered.
"I don't know but I think Adam will like it," Dessa grinned.
"I used to have some gold jewelry to wear with it." Laura murmured, holding her hair up.
"Here it is," Dessa opened a small box. "You're gonna drive him crazy."
"Who knows, maybe we won't even make it to the party," Laura giggled. Dessa rolled her eyes.
"Maybe this is what you need to get him in bed finally. I bet you won't be disappointed."
Laura chuckled. "We'll see."
"Just make sure you get the food to the party before you go seducing Mr Tall, British and Sexy."
"I will."
* * *
Laura had delivered the treats to Dessa's in the afternoon. Sugar cookies decorated with orange and black icing that Trixie and Luke had helped frost, orange sherbet punch and a big sheetcake decorated with ghosts and gravestones.
After a long soak in peach scented bubble she began arranging her hair, pinning most of it up but allowing curls to escape down over her shoulders. The low cut top fit snugly enough to lift her breasts up, pushing them up slightly. The soft pants clung to her gracefully, accentuating her hips Her gold necklace was layered, the lowest layer of gold dripping onto her breasts. Carefully she arranged the headpiece so it hopefully wouldn't tangle in her hair. Slipping on the bracelets she surveyed her image. The soft pants clung to her gracefully, accentuating her hips. Drawing a heavy eyeliner across her upper lid, she lightly applied a pale brown eyeshadow. Humming to herself she began to outline her lips then filled them in with a deep reddish brown pencil.
She had gained a few pounds, she thought despairingly, noting that her waist looked heavier than she wanted. She definitely was no model. Too much tasting. . .maybe opening her own business wasn't such a great idea.
The doorbell brought her out of the criticism and she slipped her gold sandals on, hurrying to the door. Her cloak lay on the chair.
"Hi," she smiled at Adrian. He didn't answer as he stared at her. "I thought you were Adam."
The man shook his head, unable to take his eyes off of her and at a loss for words. How the hell did Adam get so lucky?
"Trixie-party-she invited me," he managed to get out, trying not to stare at her exposed cleavage. Laura shifted her stance uncomfortably.
"It's at Dessa's," she said quietly.
"I see. Well, I guess I'll head over there. Trixie wanted me to come."
"You're not going to the party?"
"No," he smiled. "I have no use for most of those people. I'm not sure how Adam can tolerate them."
"Oh."
"Besides, I don't have a date and it's a couples party." He was still looking her over.
"Oh, I see." A couple's party?
"I'll- get going," he said abruptly. "Have fun."
"Yeah, you too," she called after him. His car left as Adam arrived. The brothers waved at each other. Laura watched through peephole as Adam walked up to the door. His long coat covered his costume.
"Sorry I'm-" he went speechless as he stared at her and Laura felt herself blushing. Adam stepped inside, hutting the door behind him. "Well."
"Deep subject," she said dryly.
"You look incredible," Adam drew her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"What are you under there?"
"A flasher," he murmured, kissing her. Laughing she pulled back.
"You are kidding aren't you?
"Of course." His hands were drifting across and down her back. "I'm a Roman God."
"Really? I'm a slave girl," she said teasingly. With a seductive smile he kissed her deeply, pulling her up against him.
"Well, I'm going to have to get creative with my demands," he whispered against her throat. Laura felt herself drifting away on a cloud of bliss. "Shall we skip the party?"
"Sure. We can always go to Trixie and Luke's," she giggled. He stopped kissing her neck, an amused yet puzzled expression on his handsome features.
"Seriously?"
"It doesn't matter to me. You know how shy I am around strangers."
"I don't think I want my associates seeing you like this anyway. I might have to kill a few of them if they look at you," he was kissing her neck again. Laura giggled.
"Well I didn't get dressed up for nothing."
"So we can have our own party here," his hands were moving towards the waistband of her pants.
"Adam." she said softly.
"Hmmm?"
"Let's go. We can go to the kids party if you prefer."
His grunt of an answer made her laugh. Sleeping with him was something she wanted but she knew from experience it would change everything, and she didn't know if she was willing to risk it. Trixie would spend the night at Dessa's, in case she and Adam made that decision.
"If you insist. But I'm going to be a complete bear all night and if any man comes within five feet of you I will hurt him."
Laura laughed. "Only if I can kick the ass of whatever hussy approaches you."
"Most definitely," he kissed her again and Laura felt the urge to forget the party. Maybe they could slip away from the party early. . .
"I can change. I do have other costumes," she said hesitantly.
"Don't you dare. I want those stuffed shirts vultures to know the most gorgeous woman in the room is with me."
Laura felt her resolve to go the party weakening rapidly. If he kept kissing her this way they would never leave the house.
"We should go." she said weakly. He sighed and kissed her again.
"If you insist."
* * *
Adrian drove to Dessa's, trying to force the image of Laura out of his head. He had so wanted to just shut the door and take her right in the living room. Trixie had told him the party was at her house. . .she must have been confused. Adrian wondered if Trixie wasn't trying to get him and Laura together. It wasn't the first time Trixie had given him the wrong information so it ended up as him and Laura alone.
Exhaling sharply he pulled into Dessa's driveway. Several cars were there, indicating other parents. Smoothing his hair back he approached the door.
"Adrin!" Trixie shouted. She and Luke barreled towards him but the big man was ready to catch them.
"I wondered if you'd show up," Dessa appeared behind him. She had borrowed Laura's vinyl pants and they clung seductively to her shapely legs. Laura was slightly taller than Dessa but they had about the same figure. Instead of the vamp top she had replaced it with her own black halter top. Her dark hair was pulled back but those clear green eyes were focused sharply on him.
"You look great." he squeezed her hand. This was torture. Two gorgeous women flaunting cleavage in front of him. Talk about cardiac arrest.
Adrian stayed close to her all night, dimly remembering some of the parents from parents night. Several women were eying him with interest so he made sure Dessa was never more than few feet away.
Trixie was organizing a game in the center of the room when Adrian looked up and realized Dessa was staring at him from the doorway. Impulsively he got up and wandered into the kitchen, letting the door swing shut behind them.
"You all right?" he asked. Dessa nodded. Her cheeks were flushed slightly and he wondered if she had been drinking.
"You looked a little peculiar out there," he was very aware of how close she was to him. He could smell her perfume, and if he reached out, could touch that shiny hair. They had been out on a couple dates, and he enjoyed being around her. She was just a tad younger than Laura, and energetic. She loved skiing and ice skating as much as he did. He had kissed her once and then pulled away, afraid of things going to far and hurting her. Laura was his heart's desire and never, ever, could he let himself hurt a fragile, beautiful creature like Dessa.
"You enjoying the party?" she asked, slipping her arms around him. Adrian found himself backed against the wall, her soft body pressing up against him.
"It's great." He couldn't stop his hands from resting on her hips.
"I know you're in love with Laura, Adrian. But give me a chance," she whispered. Adrian couldn't think of a reply as she kissed him softly. Laughter from the other room broke the spell and she pulled away, disappearing through the swinging door. Adrian watched her hips moved, mesmerized.
What had he gotten himself into?
* * *
Within moments of arriving Laura was ready to leave. Adam hadn't been kidding when he called them stuffed shirts. Some of them looked so uncomfortable in their costumes Laura wondered if they had starch in their underwear. Most of the people were older than her and Adam, she realized, in their fifties and sixties. The women looked at her scornfully, graying hair perfectly in place. Most were dressed as glamourous movie stars from an early era. Laura felt her shyness hit her like a brick. However, everyone seemed eager to talk to Adam. He kept his arm around her waist securely, guiding her along. Laura watched with amusement as Adam kissed ladies hands, and laid the compliments on like honey. The men greeted Laura warmly, but she kept her cloak on for a while. Out of respect for Adam, she thought, they were very discreet when looking at her. Not once did they stare at her boobs, that she caught.
"Adam." a soft voice purred. "So glad you could make it."
Adam and Laura turned to see a tall, willowy blonde, Laura guessed around thirty two. Bright blue eyes, dressed as Catwoman.
"Marla," he greeted her pleasantly. Marla's predatory eyes turned to Laura.
"Who's this?"
"Marla, this is my girlfriend, Laura."
"Charmed," Laura said stiffly. Marla nodded her head slightly.
"I'm sure."
Adam smiled again at Marla and led Laura away.
"Who was that?"
"Old friend," he said casually. Laura knew what that meant.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked with a smile, feeding her a strawberry.
"Not really. I feel like a tag along at the big kids party."
"Give me ten more minutes and we'll go make our own party," he murmured, kissing her lightly.
True to his word, Adam whisked her away within moments and they were at his car, a sleek, new, silver Mercedes.
"Thank you. How can you stand them?" she asked. He shrugged, slipping his arms inside her cloak and lightly running his fingers over her back. She shivered with delight as he began kissing her again.
"Most of them knew my father. Besides, I have more money than most of them so they like to placate me."
"I see," her hands were running over his chest.
"C'mon. Inside before I lose my act of a gentleman," he chucked, opening her door.
* * *
Adrian had just tucked Trixie into bed in the spare room when he heard the last of the guests leave. Trixie and Luke had both fallen asleep on the couch finally. A couple of the mothers had stayed to chat.
Returning to the living room he saw Dessa pulling a blanket over Luke.
"Want me to carry him to his room?" he asked. His husky, slightly accented voice sent shivers up her spine. Since their brief encounter in the kitchen she had been sipping on wine and sending him silent messages with his eyes.
"No, he's fine here," she turned to him, they were barely inches apart.
"Dessa-" She moved forward to kiss him and Adrian wrapped his arms around her.
"In my room. Not here," she whispered, leading him.
Closing the door behind him once they reached her room, Adrian gently led her to the bed.
"Dessa, wait," he whispered, pulling away. Confused, she looked up at him, her silky soft hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes clear and bright. He tired not to stare at her exposed flesh.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to hurt you. And if I make love to you, I'm afraid it will put our relationship in jeopardy."
"Why would it?"
"Because I love your best friend. And I care for you but I can't stand the thought of hurting you."
"Adrian, I'm a big girl. If we never touch again, that's ok. But it's been so long since I've been with anyone and I just need someone tonight, I just need to feel contact with you." she touched his face lightly and Adrian knew he was losing the battle.
"You're drunk."
"Not enough. Please," she was kissing him again and Adrian couldn't fight her this time.
"I don't have any protection."
"I do." she pulled him onto the bed with her.
* * *
"Adam, stop." Laura pushed him back.
"What's wrong?" he whispered impatiently.
"I can't do this."
"What?"
Laura edged out from under him. Before they started to make love Adam had removed the headpiece from her hair, then let it fall down as he began to undress her. He had just removed her top when she stopped him.
"I'm so sorry," she grabbed the nearest clothing item, his shirt and threw it on, covering her bare breasts. "It's just not- I'm not ready."
Adam ran his hand over his cropped hair, absorbing her words. Only his boxers remained on and she had scarcely more, just her panties and his shirt. Her hair was disheveled and tumbled over shoulders, their costumes tossed ne the floor. God he wanted her, even with those ashen eyes brimming with tears.
"Laura-"
"I know it's difficult for you but please, please don't be angry with me. I'm just not ready," she whispered, on the edge of crying.
"I'm not angry," he touched her cheek gently. "Disappointed and frustrated, incredibly. But not angry."
"I'm sorry." she crawled up next to him, wrapping her arms around him. Adam didn't press. Someone had hurt her deeply and he wouldn't do the same. Holding her close, he tried to force his mind off their heated start and what had almost been.
* * *
Adrian woke the next morning, early Dessa was already up. He dressed up quickly and found her in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. She sat at the table, drinking orange juice and reading the paper.
"Uh. Good morning." he said awkwardly. She looked up with a smile.
"Good morning. There's juice in the fridge. Once the kids are up I'll make waffles."
"Ok," Adrian got himself some juice and sat across from her, sipping it. He had never had an inept moment like this. She turned the paper calmly, reading. "Dessa."
"Hmm?"
"I think we need to talk." he said softly. She looked up, tossing her dark hair from her eyes. At some point in the night she had removed her makeup and her skin was just as fair and pretty early in the morning.
"About what?"
"Last night."
"Well, I enjoyed myself. I thought you did too," she smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I did. Very much so."
"Then what's to talk about?" she met his gaze evenly.
"Well, where do we go from here?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I don't know. I'd like to go forward."
"I don't want you to get hurt," he reached over and took her hand. She smiled at him.
"If you just want something casual that's fine."
Adrian blinked. Never had a woman been this calm about a causal relationship with him. Most of them pouted, swore he was the one love of her life and wanted an immediate committment.
"Adrian," Dessa smiled at him, "I've never had a serious relationship so I wouldn't know what one is supposed to be like. All of my relationships with men have been casual. I expect nothing but physical comfort from time to time."
Adrian had to sit and absorb that.
"You're a most unusual woman," he said finally. "But I don't want you to think I'm with you just for sex. I do care for you."
"Of course," she had an odd smile on her face.
"Adrin? What are you doin' here?" Trixie appeared in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, curly hair wild.
"Oh, Dessa and I spent the night talking," he allowed her to climb into his lap.
"That's good," she leaned her curly head against his chest and closed her eyes.
"I think it's time to take little miss here home."
Dessa nodded.
"I'll call you later," Adrian said softly. Dessa gave him that odd smile. At some point in the night, after several rounds of vigorous lovemaking they had fallen asleep. But Dessa learned that Adrian talked in his sleep, and more than once he whispered Laura's name in restless dreaming. She knew she would never have his heart.
"Dessa, I care a lot about you."
"I know. And I care for you." she sipped her juice.
"I just want you to be sure about this." he said slowly. She nodded, her clear green eyes open.
* * *
September had rolled into October and before Laura knew it November was half over. She was seeing Adam several times a week, and Adrian was always around the house, more than happy to sit for Trixie while they were out.
Priscilla's attorneys had been making offers to Laura's, but Laura held fast. She would honor her brother's wishes.
Word had spread quickly about her business. Calling it Dreamy Confections, she was getting steady job offers for weddings and holiday parties. The local ACF chapter had sent her several resumes and she had two young men working under her. Adam had located the perfect building, that used to be a bakery, and Laura was renting it. Nearby in a shopping center it was ideal location. Within a week it was quickly set it up for the business. Adam and Adrian were backing it as an investment for Wingfield Inc., and with two assistants, it was easier to manage than having them in and out of her house.
She was pleased to realize her pants were loosening up again. She had bought several more packages of the diet pills since, and tried to limit her tasting only to critique.
"So where are we going?" Laura laughed as Adam blindfolded her in the car.
"It's a surprise," he had called Sophie earlier in the week, and Sophie had easily packed a small bag for the trip.
"Earmuffs too?"
"The sound will give it away."
"A casino?" she demanded. He chuckled and kissed her lightly. Once they reached the airport his driver headed for his private plane.
"Ok I can tell we're outside," she called. She had a feeling they were at the airport from the smell of jet fuel. He was guiding her up some steps, then they were in a warm room. She sat on a soft couch where he led her, then removed the blindfold. They were in an airplane, she suspected his private one. The seats were caramel colored leather, the windows covered with deep maroon curtains.
"Oh Adam." He took in the plush surroundings. "Where are we going?" she squealed. "What about Trixie?"
"Your mother and I arranged this earlier in the week. She'll stay with Trixie and Adrian will be there."
"So where we going?" she wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer.
"You'll see," he kissed her once, twice, and their passion ignited as he eased her back on the couch.
Laura was losing herself in his touch as his hands moved to her shirt.
"Not yet," he whispered, pulling away. Laura opened her eyes to see him leaning over her.
"Not yet?"
"Nope. We have dinner coming, and once we reach our destination, a couple other surprises."
"No hints?" she sat up, part of her hair falling loose from her braid. She looked so fresh and inviting Adam had to exercise full control.
"None." he touched her cheek lightly.
Without a word, a tall , thin older man slipped into the room with a small table, set with silver dishes, wine glasses and two lit candles.
"I hope it's up to your standards," he smiled.
"Of course it is," she laughed. He was always asking her if the food they'd had for dinner or lunch was to her satisfaction.
The man slipped out of the room after removing the covered dishes.
"Curried pork and sweet potatoes." Adam said.
"It looks great." she brushed her hair back from her eyes as she sat up.
"There's champagne but I also have sparkling cider and Dr. Pepper," his green eyes twinkled at her. She grinned.
"I'll stick with Dr. Pepper."
Laura had never realized that being fed by someone would turn her on so. By the time the plane touched down, she was wishing she had drunk the champagne so she'd have the courage to seduce Adam.
"So where are we?" she asked, snuggling against him on the leather couch.
"You'll see," he was amused.
When he led her off the plan be she was hit by warm air.
"Hawaii?" she asked.
"Cancun," he slipped one arm round her.
"Really?" she was thrilled. He pulled her to him.
"We have a private little beach house, miles of sand and water."
"I can't wait." she smiled up at him.
* * *
When Laura unpacked she was amazed to see a black bikini that she knew wasn't hers. Along with a black lace chemise. Well, Sophie was being direct, as usual.
"We can go swimming if you'd like, though they don't recommend it at night in the Gulf," Adam slipped his arms around her from behind. They stood on the patio deck, watching the remains of the pink sky fade out to purple, then dark blue. The moon was luminous and half full, and he was shirtless and Laura knew tonight would be one to remember.
"No it's ok. This is just beautiful."
"Mmmhmm," Adam was kissing her neck. Laura took a deep breath. This was the night, she knew it. They had been seeing each other steadily since September. Turning to him she slid her arms around his neck.
"Adam?" she asked.
"Hmm?" he was running his hands through her long hair.
"Do you consider me your girlfriend?" she asked. He straightened up and looked her in the eyes.
"I suppose so. I don't care for that term but I am committed very much to you. There's no one else I'd rather be with, and my feelings for you are far beyond casual." his finger traced her jaw line. Those three words were not to be used lightly and if she didn't feel the same way. . .well he couldn't have that. That would be just too much of a form of a rejection.
"Well, I mean, we've been seeing each other for a couple of months now and I was just. . .curious."
"If you'd like. I know the thought of you being with any other man drives me crazy," he kissed her cheek lightly. "I think about you all the time. When I'm with you, it's like being in another world."
Laura kissed him first.
* * *
The gulls flying overhead woke Laura the next morning. Stretching she snuggled against Adam's lean body, wrapping her leg tightly around his. His arm moved to pull her closer and she dozed off again. On her left hand a large, baguette cut emerald glittered merrily. Not an engagement ring, but a promise of wonderful things to come.
* * *
Sophie took one look at her daughter when she and Adam returned and smiled to herself. The vacation was a success. Laura was glowing and she doubted it was from the sun.
Adrian forced a smile to his brother. She was really Adam's now, he thought despondently. Since Halloween, he and Dessa had made love only a couple times. Their relationship had blossomed into a deep friendship with a physical attraction, and Adrian cared about her, but he loved Laura.
"Oh honey, while you were gone, I took three messages for you for cake orders. Told them you'd have to call them back."
"Ok, great."
"Andreas called this morning, he needs you in the morning to check the frosting on something."
"No prob." Laura set the messages down.
"What'd ya bring me?" Trixie was riding around on Adrian's back.
"Stop pretending to be a monkey and I might show you."
Trixie slid down from Adrian's back. Laura reached into her bag and pulled out a small box.
"Oooo pretty!" she pulled out the coral necklace.
Adam's eyes met Adrian's and Adrian knew Laura was permanently off limits. Adam was completely in love with her.
* * *
After dropping Trixie off the next morning, Laura headed over to what she affectionately called her office. Andreas, one of her assistants grinned when he saw her.
"Well, I'd say you had a good weekend."
"Yeah," Laura blushed. "I got your message."
"Well, I was having trouble with one of the frostings. I can't quite get the consistency right. And, it might help if we get a secretary."
Laura followed him into the small kitchen.
"Why?" Laura asked, thinking of the money.
"Because the phone won't stop ringing and people don't want to leave messages. I have to keep leaving what I'm doing to answer it. I think that's why I'm having problems."
As if to prove his point, the phone rang. David, her other assistant was coming in and grabbed it.
"I'll look into it," Laura sighed, stepping over to the bowl of frosting.
"What do we have here?" David grabbed her hand and held the ring up to the light. "He's buying jewels honey, you better hang onto him."
"It's not an engagement ring." Laura insisted.
"Honey, men don't buy rings like that for a piece of ass. I'd say he's got the hots for you." the flamboyant young man was inspecting it. "This is real."
Laura blushed.
"Ten dollars they're engaged before spring," Andreas offered. David nodded.
"I say New Years."
"Guys, I'm not getting married any time soon."
"Sure." The boys replied in unison.
* * *
Two hours later, Laura was knee deep in devil's food cake batter when David called to her.
"It's your man I think."
Why would Adam be calling her? She took the phone from her flamboyant young assistant who was making kissing noises. Tall and thin, his natural red hair had been bleached white. While working he entertained Laura and Andres with the latest happenings of his boyfriends.
"Adam?"
"Randy just called me. Priscilla is making her move."
Laura's mouth went dry.
"Randy wants to meet with you this afternoon, at two o'clock."
"Ok. I'll have Adrian pick Trixie up."
Laura hung up, her heart pounding. Priscilla was really going to sue her for custody. The bitch! Laura clenched her fists. She wasn't giving up without a fight.
* * *
"I need to know everything about you Ms Stevenson, no matter how minor you think it might be. If it can be found out, your sister will find out. She is determined and ruthless."
Laura sighed. Quickly she briefed him on her teen years and early college days of partying, the nights of a pot-induced haze and mornings of beer breakfast.
"Beer breakfast?"
Laura bit her lip. "
First semester of freshman year of college. I don't drink now."
"Did you ever experiment with heavy drugs?" Randy was writing everything down. Laura swallowed.
"I tried acid a couple times." she muttered, slumped in her chair. Adam showed no surprise; remaining silent and stoic.
"Anything scandalous that your sister could find out about?"
Surely not. . .the whole affair had been handled extremely quietly and quickly.
"No," she said finally. Adam's sharp eyes were on her. He knew she was lying, she thought. But that situation was neatly taken care of. . .the hotel she worked for had seen to that.
"How many men have you had sexual relations with in the last two years?"
Laura flinched. "That's kinda personal!"
"It's important Ms Stevenson. Your sister will do anything and everything in her power to make you appear unfit. If that means hauling up every man you've ever kissed, she'll do it."
"The last two years?" Laura repeated numbly. So humiliating. Why did Adam have to be in the room? "None. I was working sixty-five hours a week."
"Is anybody you know involved in any illegal dealings?"
And on and on it went, Laura's privacy being shredded. By the time they were done, Laura felt naked and her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest.
"I'm sorry you to had to hear all that," Laura said quietly as Randy left to take private phone call.
"I've heard worse," he said mildly. "I'm more concerned about how rattled you are."
"I'm very private. Having to tell my new boyfriend and a total stranger intimate details of my life is not my idea of a good time."
"I know. But Randy is the best and he needs all the information he can get."
Laura sipped her Dr. Pepper. Sensing she was cold, Adam got up and wrapped his trench coat around her. Randy returned.
"Well, it doesn't appear there is anything too awful she can use against you. Now I need to know everything you know about her. My investigators aren't finding much."
"They won't. Priscilla was the perfect daughter. She stayed out till midnight once on prom night, that's the worst thing she's ever done."
"Any ideas why she's so determined on getting Trixie, instead of having her own child?" Randy sat at his desk, opposite Laura and Adam. Laura liked this man. Tall, distinguished, efficient but not slimy or cold. The room was decorated in warm mahogany furniture, bookshelves, beige carpet, but the semi-cluttered desk made it almost cozy.
"No. She had a miscarriage a few years ago but I don't know any of the details. If she's unable to have any more children, I don't know about it." Randy made a note of that. "There was one guy she dated that Mother didn't approve of. But that was years ago."
"No one is this perfect Miss Stevenson." Randy looked her straight in the eye. "We'll find something. So far she doesn't have much to use against you. You've established your own business, which operates whole Trixie is in school. Both Wingfields babysit for her, that looks good; both are influential, upstanding citizens; your mother helps out, that looks good. Trixie's grades and behavior had improved since you moved back here. I don't see any reason why the judge would give them custody, to be honest."
"I don't either. Trixie doesn't even like Priscilla."
"Really." Randy wrote that down. "Expand on that."
"Well, she just doesn't. She's adamant about not wanting to be with her. She says George wanted her with me."
"And that's in his will, which works for you."
"Priscilla is a very cold woman. She's very materialistic and anal about her possessions. More than likely her plans for Trixie include boarding school. I mean, I've never known her to be particularly fond of children, especially hyperactive ones. And that husband of hers is like a dead fish."
"It's very important that you not say anything negative about Priscilla in front of Trixie. Very likely the judge will want to meet with her and children can say the worst things at the worst times." Laura nodded. She never even spoke about her sister.
They left Randy's office around four thirty, Laura silent as Adam drove.
"Don't worry, Laura. We'll take of this, I promise."
"I didn't mean for you to hear all that stuff about me like that."
"Well, you'll learn eventually there are a couple skeletons in my closet too," he said with a bitter smile.
Laura couldn't answer. Please don't let Priscilla dig too deep, she thought.
* * *
Dinner was quiet that evening, Laura ordering pizza for her and Trixie. Adam had wanted to stay when he dropped her off but she pleaded a headache and wanted to be alone. After the pizza arrived, she paid the man and laid down on her bed. Trixie was eating pizza and watching tv when she heard the doorbell. Sighing she knew it was either her mother or one of the Wingfield boys. Pulling the covers over her head she lay perfectly still in case they came back to her room.
But no one came and she drifted off. She could hear Trixie's high pitched voice but not the other person. As long as they left her alone she didn't care. This custody battle was going to get ugly and there was no way to protect Trixie. Especially if she lost. How would she explain it to the six year old if she had to go live with Priscilla? How did she tell her that her two aunts were locked in a battle over her? That Laura's past could come back to bite her in the ass and Trixie would be shipped off to boarding school halfway across the world because of it?
Finally her door opened a crack.
"Laura?" It was Adrian. Laura didn't answer. "Laura I know you're awake. I can hear you breathing."
"Guess I should hold my breath till I turn blue," she said dryly.
He sat on the edge of the bed and she sat up, turning on the light by her night stand. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were puffy. Adrian wanted to hold her desperately and make everything ok.
"Adam told me what happened."
"I figured he would."
"Laura, it's not as bad as it sounds. Priscilla doesn't have a chance. More than likely they''ll send someone out here to see what kind of a parent you are and once they see how much Trixie loves you, the court will laugh at Priscilla."
"Unless she buys the judge off."
"That won't happen."
"How do you know?" she looked him in the eye.
"Because I can buy any judge she can and I can buy him better," Adrian smiled. Laura shook her head.
"No, no bribes," he touched her cheek lightly. "I was teasing. But I won't let her buy him off. We have the best investigators digging into their background right now. Please don't shut yourself off. Trixie is worried that you don't feel well."
Laura rubbed her eyes. Impulsively Adrian wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, laying his cheek against her silken auburn hair.
"It'll be ok." he said softly, trying not to think about running his hands over the long hair and kissing her neck.
Laura moved suddenly and looked up at him. Before he could stop himself Adrian kissed her gently. Her hand slipped around his neck and Adrian was losing control rapidly as the smoldering spark between them ignited instantly. He wanted to tear her clothes off right then and there and the internal battle was fierce as he eased her back against the pillows.
Laura pulled away, her gray eyes wide with fear.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Adrian's deep mahogany eyes were burning with desire and he could see she was too, her breathing had sped up and she looked like she wanted to pounce on him.
"I'm not."
"I'm seeing your brother, Adrian. And I care immensely about him."
At the mention of Adam, Adrian stood suddenly.
"You're right. I apologize for my behavior. It won't happen again." He smoothed his long dark back.
"You don't have to-"
"I'll be in touch." he was moving towards the door, not hearing Trixie, who had seen the impassioned embrace, scamper away.
to be continued
