Chapter 16: ~ Lachlan contd
Like in a trance I walked back to the front door where Higgins was waiting patiently for me. He opened the door and I stepped in taking my place just behind him. The sweet tender scene I had just witnessed made me yearn for the same thing. I am 40 years old and have never really had a long lasting relationship. The longest I ever had was 2 or 3 weeks. When Deborah came into my life I had less time to meet women and even less to date.
The best invention to any man’s sanity was this thing called friends with benefits. Vanessa, my FWB, was just like me, she had nae time to date. So once a week we would meet up and spend the night together. It has been at least two months since the last time I met up with Vanessa and to be honest I am nae sure if I will have the time. It seems she is also occupied since I have nae received a call form her.
As the car stopped back at the hotel I saw from a far Samantha sitting on the curb speaking to a homeless man. Not wanting to intrude I waited patiently for her to finish. When finally, she turned my way I could tell that something had gone wrong. I dearly hoped that it had nothing to do with her current case. Upon arriving at my level she placed her head against my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist. I held her tighter.
We walked back into the hotel and I suggested that we take one last drink. For the next hour we talked just about anything and everything, but she did nae mention what really had gotten her in such state. It didn’t matter she’ll talk about it when she was ready and I was nae going to push her. We had a few drinks and talked about our families, brothers and sisters, but I dared nae bring up Deborah. Some women react differently when there’s a kid in the picture.
Being the gentleman my mother brought me to be I took her hand in mine and walked her to her room, but before she walked into her room I pushed her against the closed door behind us. Ok not vey gentlemanly of me. We just stood there looking into each other’s eyes until she leaned in and placed her head against my chest. When she pulled away I took her strongly into my arms and instinctually she wrapped her arms around my neck and I rubbed my hands up and down her back. She pulled me close so that our lips touched. Slowly I slid my tongue over her lips she separated them giving me complete access to her mouth. After a few minutes we both pulled away, breathless. Without a word she opened her door, walked in and closed it while keeping her eyes locked on mine.
I stood there looking at the closed door wanting to kick it down and taking her right on the floor. But it was late and my night was nae yet over and I needed to right down my report on today’s observations on the hotel. I took a step at a time and not before long I was in my room taking all my clothes off leaving them discarded on the floor. After a quick shower and putting on a pair of boxers I sat behind me computer and starting typing away.
Half an hour later half the report done I picked up my phone and dialed Samantha’s number hoping I was not waking her up. With a small voice she answered. She had been crying I could tell at her voice.
« I could not go to sleep without knowing that ye were ok. »
«Hey I was just thinking about you.”
I chuckled deeply with a smile. « Ye thought of me because ye were regretting nae letting me into yer room after the kiss we shared? »
“That was a great kiss and I do hope there will be more. »
I pulled back my chair and turned it towards the window and the night. « Believe me darling there will be others. So tell me are ye in bed? »
I heard her stretch. « Yes I am. »
« And what does a beautiful woman like ye wear to bed? » I said in a husky voice.
With a smile and a whisper, she said. « Nothing. »
« A chic Ifrinn! (O son of Hell) Woman ye’re killing me. » My Scottish accent would be heavier whenever I was angry, tired and like right at this moment turned on.
« You did ask. »
« I know! I know! »
« And you? »
« What about me? »