BLUE ICE (ICE SERIES) Page 12
‘Look at you, you don’t need it.’ He grabbed my hand and kept walking.
Score! I had to admit he answered that right, so I let it go. We mingled around, he introduced me to many people, but he never gave me a title, no explanation, just “Ms. Katherine Bianchi”. I even saw some people I know, some Columbia alumni, school classmates, some people from my job. It was fascinating to see Dylan, he was posing; a nice façade that made him unapproachable. I recognized myself, I know how to do that too well to believe it.
At some point he went up to the stage with that stupid bitch, Tamara.
‘Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I can’t thank you enough for keeping my mother’s dream alive. I hope you have a delightful evening , let’s have the night of our lives!’
His eyes were on mine, he kept talking and explaining the year of the charity, but I wasn’t listening. I was trying to figure out what he had meant. Then the bitch started talking. I ignored her and walked to the bar to get a soda. A group of men was there.
‘Miss, would you help us?’
I turned around with a smile. ‘What can I do for you gentlemen?’
‘We can’t seem to figure out which university is the best in the country and you seem like a smart lady. Would you help us?’ They were handsome old men and I was bored so I went for it.
‘Ok, but I should say my opinion is divided. I attended Columbia, but Harvard has my heart.’
‘Thank you, ma’am, you have just earned me 10 grand.’ The most handsome of the bunch took my hand in his and kissed it. Awkward!
Ok, maybe they’re already drunk! 10 grand for a stupid subjective bet, I didn’t even answer! Blue Eyes was back, I could feel him. Putting his hand on the small of my back Dylan cut in.
‘There you are, Katherine. Good evening, gentlemen.’
The man who had kissed my hand smiled at me. ‘Berkeley where did you find this girl? I need one like her.’
‘Katherine is one of a kind so back off, Gibbs.’
He took me in the most possessive way and walked me to the dance floor. We were the only ones dancing. Soon I found out he was just showing me off; a first in my life.
‘What was that about?’ I turned to see his eyes but the proximity was making me really nervous.
‘Nothing, I slept with his wife, he wants to piss me off.’
Just like that. He had no problem sharing that information with me. ‘You slept with his wife and he’s at your event?’
‘I’m one of his biggest clients, he better be here. Now shut up and dance.’
He stared at me with that annoying smile on his face. This was awkward but I noticed Tamara watching us, so I got cozier with him. Suck it up bitch!
He whispered to my ear. ‘You look adorable. You’re driving me crazy.’
‘Shhh, stop with that or I might believe it.’
We danced a lot more. We were having a great time. He was charming, but I noticed people were kind of afraid of him. Funny, I had never been intimidated by him, not even a little. But then we got interrupted yet again, that bitch!
‘Dyl, I need you.’
‘I’ll be right back doll, stay away from trouble.’ He kissed my hand and walked close to that woman.
I was messing around the chocolate table, lots of delicious treats and I was starting to regret wearing a tight corset. A nice guy came to me, he was one of the youngest men at the party. He seemed to be Dylan’s age and was really handsome. Tall, fit, blonde hair, nice green eyes, sun tanned skin.
‘Ms. Bianchi?’
‘Yeah.’ Apparently he knew me so I acted as friendly as I could.
He offered me his hand and I took it. ‘Hey, I am Trent Wood, Mr. Berkeley’s attorney.’
Oh, so the corporate email with my presentation was true. ‘Hey, nice to meet you, I kind of hated you a few days ago.’ I smiled at him, letting him know I was kidding.
‘I know, I am so sorry, I could never forgive myself if someone as beautiful as you hated me.’ He had the decency to appear ashamed and smiled with that charming look.
‘Easy Trent, I may believe that.’
He laughed in a young carefree way, which only increased his appeal.
‘I just want you to know that I am so sorry for the misunderstanding and I am investigating that package.’
‘Thank you, Trent. It’s ok, I understand.’
Blue Eyes was back. His hand possessively on my back announced his presence again, just as it did the whole night. This man didn’t get a break. I had always hated guys who thought they owned me, but this night he was the hottest man around so I was letting him believe it.
‘We’re leaving.’
He didn’t even acknowledge Trent, he just took my hand strongly and walked me away. I didn’t understand what was happening, but the fact that I didn’t do anything wrong made me mad at his attitude. As soon as we were alone I couldn’t take it anymore. I was seeing red after his possessiveness.
‘What the fuck, Berkeley?!’
‘Shut up! Just shut up, Katherine!’ For the first time he was really angry at me; murderous “I hate you” angry.
‘I am not shutting up, you made me come and now you dragged me out! Moody bastard!’
He took me by my chin forcing me to look at him. ‘Why the fuck were you flirting with Wood?’
Whaaaat?! I did not! ‘I was not and who do you think you are to make this possessive asshole scene! We are nothing!’
Dead serious he took my face with more strength. ‘Never! Hear me now Katherine! Never say we are nothing!’
‘Or what? What you are going to do you son of a bitch?!’ I was being defiant and I was not going to back off.
We were parking at the Plaza and I was fucking angry. He left the car and tried to help me down, but I ignored him.
‘Come down, Katherine.’
I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head like a spoiled little girl. ‘No, I am not leaving this fucking car until it is parked outside my house.’
‘Katherine, we have not finished talking. Come the fuck down!’ I could see he had lost his patience long ago and he had been shouting at me for a while.
‘Make me, asshole!’
My stupid mouth was getting me into trouble again. I should have taken a taxi when I had the chance; now Dylan was carrying me out of the car and into the hotel. This wasn’t going to be nice, but I knew better than to make a big scene in the middle of this place. You always know someone at the Plaza. Dylan knew this too, so he just took my hand in his and walked me to the elevator. By the moment the door was closed I was ready for war; he had other thing in mind.
As I had already learned, he liked to press me against flat surfaces. He kissed me madly, he was controlling my hips against the wall and he put my hands over my head. He was giving me a hell of a kiss, I was angry but I really wanted this kiss. His hips were crashing against mine; this was becoming something more dangerous pretty quickly.
The door opened but he didn’t stop kissing me. He started moving and we walked towards what seemed to be his room; the Royal Terrace Suite. He took the key from his pocket, but his mouth was on mine the whole time. As soon as the door opened he threw me against the wall and kept kissing me. His mouth went down my jaw, then my neck and my breathing was becoming crazy, I could hear my heart beating in my ears. With a low voice Dylan distracted me.
‘Katherine, tell me when to stop.’
Oh God! This was it, the infliction point, I knew what saying yes would mean, but saying no meant that I would lose this chance forever. My brain knew the right answer, the wise answer was saying no. But out of nowhere my mouth was betraying me.
‘Don’t stop.’
I was breathless, I didn’t know how did those two words come out. What was I doing? Sleeping for the first time with this bastard! Baby, you are too old for a virgin, relax and enjoy the ride!
He kept me on the wall kissing my mouth, my neck, my ear and my jaw, but he was not going any further. Maybe we were going t
o make out and leave things like that. My ideas were erased quickly when his right hand left my hip and started moving up, first my ribs, then my breast. This was turning me on like the fucking Rockefeller Christmas tree! I could feel him hard on my hips, but I was not interacting, just following his lead.
The moving hand came to my hips again and then down, it went down my leg and in one move he pulled my leg over his hips and grabbed my ass. I may not ignore IT for much longer, he was definitely making its presence known. Blue Eyes took me away from the wall, made me stand, looked at me in a pretty intense way and turned me around. He was kissing my neck again, one hand on my waist, the other on my breast. My breathing was revealing I was not calm at all. But then the thoughts came back, his hand was just above where that fat role rested on my waist; that would be noticed even with my beautiful corset.
‘Move your hand from my waist.’ I barely whispered, my voice was collapsed on my throat.
‘Quiet.’
His hand went to my neck and slowly down. It took me a while to understand what was he doing, he was undoing the zipper of the dress. This was hot enough to distract me from the fact that he could break a 3 thousand dollar dress. Who was I kidding; I would have him ripping it!
‘Turn around.’
I did and by the movement, the weight of the fabric and the undone zipper, the dress fell down. His jaw was exactly where the dress lied. I was wearing my black lace corset, black lycra boyshorts, pearl necklace and earrings and my Louboutins. That was it, and he seemed to like what he was seeing.
‘You are perfect…’ His eyes were all over my body, so he didn’t see the smile on my face.
I took a step closer, took his suit jacket off, slowly undid his bow tie and opened the first two buttons of his shirt. While I was doing this he was getting my hair loose, pulling it softly. With one finger I pushed him to the bed and I kept standing. He stared at me for a while and for the first time in my life I felt I looked sexy. He put his hand out for me and made me get closer, just enough to be approachable. He was looking at my legs, confirming they were long, I thought. Just like he did when we were fighting, he took my jaw in his hand and pulled me into a kiss. I was bent towards him keeping my legs exactly where they were, his hand touched my knee and then started its way up.
Smoothly it went all the way up to my crotch, feeling me up through the fabric. I was losing my breath but he didn’t let me back off, he was taking me in a soft but possessive way. He stood up again, wrapped one arm around my waist and laid me on the bed, lying on top of me.
‘You’ve never done this, right?’
I must have been really clumsy, because he noticed it. Feeling exposed, I bit my lower lip and nodded nervously.
The smile on his face was wide and enchanting. ‘I’ve got you doll, don’t worry, I’ve got you.’
That just made me want him more. I started taking his dress shirt off, his skin was so perfect, he felt so strong, I could feel every muscle. I was enjoying this, but then, I was still almost fully dressed, that was not the scary part. Again I had second thoughts, I may be running later but before I did, I really needed to see his abs. Even if I was about to run out of his life I was going to see that V line, I was determined. Taking all my strength I made him spin, now I was on top. He pushed me to his mouth with one hand on the back of my head and kissed me. When he finally freed me I kissed that perfect jaw, his neck, the tightest pectorals in the world and those marvelous abs, he had the most incredible six pack ever, but it was when I got to his hip bones that I almost fainted. In an out-of-body experience, I licked them. Slowly, enjoying every inch of those bones. Yeah, now I was embarrassed enough to leave.
He turned me again and pinned me under his fabulous body. He kissed me and started getting rid of the corset. I had to close my eyes, this was too much and I was terribly embarrassed of my poor performance. Then I felt it, he was licking, sucking and biting my right boob. There was no way back. I didn’t know what to do, how to distract him, so he would stop doing that because he was making me lose my mind. Gathering all my courage I moved my hand down to where I felt hardness. Slowly I touched him, bigger and much harder than I would have imagined. But that just made him suck harder, my left boob at the moment. A low moan left my mouth, I was starting to pant. His mouth on one boob, one hand on the other boob and the other hand on my waist controlling me.
Ok, I would run in a couple of minutes, but if he had seen my boobs I wanted to see him in his underwear. Yeah, I have the brain of a 12 year old girl. One of my hands went to the button on his slacks, opened it, then the zipper and finally he helped me take them off. He went up to kiss my neck and I looked over his shoulder. His entire body was perfect!
Ok, let´s go. I was making my move to escape, but my plans were stopped. His hand was again on the hem of my knickers, that skin was too sensitive and I kind of knew where this was going. His fingers went inside my boyshorts, touching, softly researching, he stopped my panting with his kiss. My whole body a dripping mess, sweat and other things a lady doesn’t discuss. I felt a big need, I needed something, there was too much tension focused on a small part of my body. I was going to do this, I grabbed the hem of his boxer briefs and slowly moved them down; he got rid of them. He stopped kissing me and I felt a hand leaving my body, I decided to kiss his neck meanwhile. The noise of some plastic ripping distracted me, I felt him moving between us. He was putting on a condom while his other hand was still touching me intimately.
I was losing it when he whispered. ‘Katherine.’
‘Mmmm.’
‘I won’t do this until you understand this means you’re mine.’
He was breathless but his words were resolute.
‘Mmmm.’ I was not going to lose time with this bullshit, I just hummed a little.
‘Say it.’
This was uber unfair! In this moment, after all I had accepted he was about to stop me for some stupid words. I would have recited the fucking Odyssey in Greek in order to keep him moving. He stopped his fingers, making me even more anxious. What the hell! It’s only sex talk!
‘Yes, I am.’
My voice was that fake hotline voice again.
‘Say it.’
‘I am yours…’
That was all he needed, he entered slowly, I was tight and new and he was big, too big and my head was starting to see stars. I was making the weirdest sounds. They were kind of pain sounds, but also pleasure sounds, I don’t know, but apparently they turned Dylan on. This was too much so I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. A big thing fitted in a small place; everything was about friction and fullness. He stopped kissing me.
‘Open your eyes, I need to see you.’
I opened them to meet that crazy dark blue stare. In and out, in and out, I was feeling weak, my limbs numbed, my body hot, and suddenly pressure, pressure, pressure, boom, stars…
‘Don’t close your eyes.’
Three more movements and he stiffened. The next thing I knew he was screaming my name and I could feel something exploding inside me. Wow! So this was what everyone got so excited about …
After all this “activity” I felt terribly tired so I closed my eyes, he kissed me softly and turned us once again. I was sleeping on his chest, his arm was over me. Blue Eyes kissed my head and I fell asleep.
I felt sore. My whole body ached and I had pain in places I didn’t even know existed. I opened my eyes and all the memories came back. What the fuck did I do!? I looked around and the perfection of this room overwhelmed me. I noticed for the first time that we did it in the beautiful Plaza. The whiteness of the room made me feel guilty. He was telling the truth before; he didn’t take one night stands to his apartment.
Michelle had spoken to me about that, the next day regret. All was fun and games until the next morning. Chelle had also talked to me about overstaying your welcome, a basic rule of the one night stands: no man wants to see you without makeup in the morning. Quietly I stood up, turned around to see that fine sp
ecimen of a man for the last time, grabbed my things from the floor and walked to the bathroom.
I was wearing only my pearls, so I put my entire outfit on, except for the shoes; their sound would wake him up. I left the bathroom and in a desperate attempt to avoid the walk of shame look, I put on his shirt and tied it on my waist. I pulled the sleeves up and made myself believe that I was making a Carolina Herrera’s white shirt statement.
I know how much I hate when someone takes my clothes so I wrote a quick note on a piece of paper.
Borrowed your shirt, sending it back after dry cleaning.
I left, this was a perfect night, but I knew it was a one time thing.
Chapter 14
I got home, took the longest shower ever and got ready for work. It was a busy day at the agency, we were all reunited in the conference room discussing the final things for the campaign. Worst day to be tired and sore. I didn’t know if I did it on purpose, but I left my phone in my office, maybe avoiding the temptation to beg him for another night. When I arrived at the meeting everyone was there.
‘Oh, Katie are you ok? You look awful!’ Jenny and her whining voice were unbearable at that early hour.
I hate this bitch!
‘I am perfect, just tired, Wednesday is the worst day to skip sleeping.’
She dared to roll her eyes to me. ‘Partying? What kind of lame guy took you out on a Wednesday?’
‘I know, right? That Berkeley jerk chose the worst day for his charity gala!’
Zipped, she didn’t open her mouth again and sweet Mrs. Cherry laughed with me. When lunch time came, Mrs. Cherry brought in our food orders, but I was in too much pain to eat. I know, I was shocked too.
‘Mrs. Cherry, would you mind finding me an Advil?’
‘Are you feeling right honey?’ She put her hand over my shoulder.
‘Yes, just tired and sore.’
‘Too much dancing?’ The smile on her face let me know she was happy that I had some social life beyond the walls of that office.
‘Yeah…that…’
The day went on, until 7 pm, when I grabbed my things and decided to leave for the day. I checked my phone and there they were, 32 missed calls and 1 annoyed text.