he’d invited her over.
Katy nodded and put the towel on the counter. “Always a
gentlemen, aren’t you?”
"Well, let's get those waters, shall we?"
*****
Mark hailed a cab and took Sandra back to the Holiday Inn by
the airport. They'd had a nice evening. Janie had outdone herself with dinner
and the movie was much better than he had expected. He paid the driver and
escorted her into the lobby.
"You're coming up, right?" she asked.
"Sure. For a bit," he replied.
The elevator let them off on the fourth floor and Sandra
opened her door and let Mark inside. She took off her coat and draped it on the
empty spare bed.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said as she
unzipped her boots.
Mark took off his coat and the scarf wrapped around his neck
and laid them next to Sandra's. He wasn't comfortable at all.
Sandra straightened and closed the distance between them.
She undid the button of his suit jacket and placed her palms on his chest, over
his silk dress shirt and slid them upwards to his shoulders. She pulled him
down to her lips and he responded automatically. It had been a while and his
body reacted to the warm lips and tongue invading his mouth. Mark wrapped his
arms around her waist and pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. She tasted
good and her mouth was inviting. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment and
then abruptly pulled back.
Sandra looked surprised. "What is it?" she asked.
"I can't stay," he shook his head and picked up
his coat and scarf. "I'm sorry Sandra. Have a good flight back to
Sydney."
Mark strode to the door and was gone leaving Sandra dazed
and confused.
As Mark exited the hotel, he hailed the cab dropping off a
gentleman in the driveway and jumped in the back. He gave the driver his
address in Manhattan and leaned his head back.
What the fuck was I thinking? He closed his eyes and
had the same vision he’d had while he was kissing Sandra. He had taken off his
wetsuit and was climbing on top of Katy; his dream in vivid color.
"Shit!"
"Everything okay?" the driver asked.
"No, it's not."
*****
Katy woke on Christmas morning tired and frustrated. She had
dreamt all night and had tossed and turned continually. The dreams were not of
Danny. She had dreamed of Mark. She had dreamed of him finding her tied to the bed,
naked and frightened. He had looked at her and she could see the disgust in his
eyes. He had turned and left her there, and she had woken in the middle of the
night sobbing.
She grabbed her robe and went in search of coffee. It was
still early so she was surprised to find Matt sitting in the kitchen.
"You're up early," she yawned.
"I'm always up by now. Well, usually," he grinned.
"I do not want to hear anymore," Katy
growled.
Matt laughed. "Coffee?"
"Please," she said sliding onto one of the stools
at the breakfast bar. "Black."
"Bad night?"
"Not any worse than usual."
"Sorry," he said, handing her a mug of the
steaming brew. "Anything I can do?"
Katy shook her head and sipped from the cup.
"Merry Christmas," he said and stooped to kiss her
on the cheek. "Thank you for spending it with us. Now I'm going to wake up
my wife." He wiggled his eyebrows and Katy groaned.
As he left the kitchen she smiled. Matt was a terrific guy
and he’d made Janie incredibly happy.
"Dr. LaVaughn is wrong," she muttered.
"Someone can make you happy."
*****
The Lathem family brownstone was smaller than Matt and
Janie's apartment. There were a lot people crammed into the space and Katy was
feeling a tad overwhelmed so she slipped out of the house onto the back patio.
It was cold outside but she needed the fresh air, the quiet, and the open
space. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the
sky. She’d only been out there a few minutes when Mark joined her.
"We are kind of loud, huh?" he chuckled.
Katy smiled but didn't speak.
"Merry Christmas, Katy."
"Thank you. And to you too."
"I didn't know you were coming to New York."
"Me either but Janie
Katy nodded and put the towel on the counter. “Always a
gentlemen, aren’t you?”
"Well, let's get those waters, shall we?"
*****
Mark hailed a cab and took Sandra back to the Holiday Inn by
the airport. They'd had a nice evening. Janie had outdone herself with dinner
and the movie was much better than he had expected. He paid the driver and
escorted her into the lobby.
"You're coming up, right?" she asked.
"Sure. For a bit," he replied.
The elevator let them off on the fourth floor and Sandra
opened her door and let Mark inside. She took off her coat and draped it on the
empty spare bed.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said as she
unzipped her boots.
Mark took off his coat and the scarf wrapped around his neck
and laid them next to Sandra's. He wasn't comfortable at all.
Sandra straightened and closed the distance between them.
She undid the button of his suit jacket and placed her palms on his chest, over
his silk dress shirt and slid them upwards to his shoulders. She pulled him
down to her lips and he responded automatically. It had been a while and his
body reacted to the warm lips and tongue invading his mouth. Mark wrapped his
arms around her waist and pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. She tasted
good and her mouth was inviting. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment and
then abruptly pulled back.
Sandra looked surprised. "What is it?" she asked.
"I can't stay," he shook his head and picked up
his coat and scarf. "I'm sorry Sandra. Have a good flight back to
Sydney."
Mark strode to the door and was gone leaving Sandra dazed
and confused.
As Mark exited the hotel, he hailed the cab dropping off a
gentleman in the driveway and jumped in the back. He gave the driver his
address in Manhattan and leaned his head back.
What the fuck was I thinking? He closed his eyes and
had the same vision he’d had while he was kissing Sandra. He had taken off his
wetsuit and was climbing on top of Katy; his dream in vivid color.
"Shit!"
"Everything okay?" the driver asked.
"No, it's not."
*****
Katy woke on Christmas morning tired and frustrated. She had
dreamt all night and had tossed and turned continually. The dreams were not of
Danny. She had dreamed of Mark. She had dreamed of him finding her tied to the bed,
naked and frightened. He had looked at her and she could see the disgust in his
eyes. He had turned and left her there, and she had woken in the middle of the
night sobbing.
She grabbed her robe and went in search of coffee. It was
still early so she was surprised to find Matt sitting in the kitchen.
"You're up early," she yawned.
"I'm always up by now. Well, usually," he grinned.
"I do not want to hear anymore," Katy
growled.
Matt laughed. "Coffee?"
"Please," she said sliding onto one of the stools
at the breakfast bar. "Black."
"Bad night?"
"Not any worse than usual."
"Sorry," he said, handing her a mug of the
steaming brew. "Anything I can do?"
Katy shook her head and sipped from the cup.
"Merry Christmas," he said and stooped to kiss her
on the cheek. "Thank you for spending it with us. Now I'm going to wake up
my wife." He wiggled his eyebrows and Katy groaned.
As he left the kitchen she smiled. Matt was a terrific guy
and he’d made Janie incredibly happy.
"Dr. LaVaughn is wrong," she muttered.
"Someone can make you happy."
*****
The Lathem family brownstone was smaller than Matt and
Janie's apartment. There were a lot people crammed into the space and Katy was
feeling a tad overwhelmed so she slipped out of the house onto the back patio.
It was cold outside but she needed the fresh air, the quiet, and the open
space. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the
sky. She’d only been out there a few minutes when Mark joined her.
"We are kind of loud, huh?" he chuckled.
Katy smiled but didn't speak.
"Merry Christmas, Katy."
"Thank you. And to you too."
"I didn't know you were coming to New York."
"Me either but Janie
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