Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (10 page)

"I don't
know..."

"Don't you
want your panties back?"

What?

"Excuse me?”
I ask, slightly confused.

"Your
panties. The ones you left behind when you dashed out of the room in the middle
of the night. I have them and you'll only get them back if I see you in
Chicago."

"Are you
trying to blackmail me with my own underwear?"

"Yes. Is it
working?"

I huff and try to
gather my thoughts. "I'll see what I can do. I'll call you if I can get
someone to cover for me. I've got to go now, Scott."

"Alright.
Don't forget to call me and let me know."

"I know. Bye,
Scott."

"Bye, beauty."

Did he just call
me beauty?

The line goes dead
and I toss my phone onto my bed, gripping my head from the headache that is now
back at its full intensity. I down two more aspirin and another bottle of water
before falling onto my bed face first.

I need sleep
before I can even consider going to Chicago for the weekend. It's only a two
and a half hour drive. I can even be lazy and take the ferry, but is this a
friendship I want to rectify? Should we forget it ever happened and just
exchange awkward greetings when we're forced to be in the same place together
in the future?

My phone vibrates,
indicating I've received a text so I grab my phone to read it.

Scott: Please
consider coming. It won't be fun without you.

Fuck my life. How
can I say no to him?

Chapter Six

June is the
perfect time to be in Chicago. The weather is warm, the sun is shining and
there is an abundance of activities to do.

Too bad I'm not in
Chicago.

When I texted
Scott this morning for the address of the hotel so I could plug it into my GPS,
he gave me a Rosemont, Illinois address. Apparently, his real estate convention
is at a convention center there. After arguing with him through text about how
Rosemont is not Chicago and downtown Chicago is at least thirty minutes from
there, he promised to still take me downtown. That made everything better.

I pull up to the
hotel, parking off to the side and flipping the overhead mirror down to check
my makeup and reapply my lip-gloss. I'm trying to be pretty low maintenance for
this weekend. Just my duffle bag filled with my belongings and a purse. I make
my way into the hotel; my heels click against the marble flooring as I get in
line at the concierge.

"Winnie."
I hear my name called and his voice is as sexy as ever.

I turn around and
spot him at the other end of the lobby, sitting in a leather chair. He's
dressed nice, hiding the inner surfer within. When he stands up I can truly
appreciate his appearance. His maroon dress shirt is fitted and opened at the
collar and his gray slacks show off his firm, muscular legs and butt. I walk
over to him, grinning like a woman with a childish crush.

When we're just
inches away from each other he pulls me into a tight hug. "You look
good."

I do look good
today. My long black maxi skirt covers my pale legs and my form fitting tank
top is just low enough to show a hint of my breasts without looking slutty. I
wanted to be comfortable enough for the car ride, but still look nice. I left
my hair down and wavy, showcasing the new pink streaks I had put in by my
friend Enza.

"Thanks."
I smile back as I try to discreetly smell his hair. He smells like soap and the
outdoors with a hint of sweat. Surprisingly, it smells amazing.

Pulling away from
our embrace he takes my hand and we walk towards the golden elevators in the
back of the lobby.

"I was
thinking we could set your stuff down in the room and head out to the city
tonight."

I look over at him
confused. "Don't you have the welcoming dinner tonight?"

His deep laugh
fills the small space of the elevator as we step inside and the doors close
shut. Scott presses the button for the twentieth floor and the elevator starts
to move up.

"I'm not
actually attending the convention. I just have to make it look like I am.
That's why we're staying in this hotel and not a hotel off Michigan Ave."

"You're
ditching the convention?"

"Yep. This
weekend is about getting to know you personally, not just in the biblical
way."

I blush and nudge
him with my shoulder. "I know the bible pretty well and I don't think
threesomes were mentioned. I think we can skip that lesson."

"If you say
so."

The ding of the
elevator goes off as the doors open and we walk out onto our floor. I follow
Scott as he approaches the door to his room and swipes the key. We walk in and
I discard my bags in the entryway.

"This will be
a nice weekend and the best part is I can write it off for business."

"Glad to know
spending time with me is a business expense."

"If you put
sex back on the table I won't write off the hotel." He winks at me.
"I'm kidding, Winn."

I plop down and
sit on the king size bed, looking around the large suite. There's a tiny sofa
along with a desk, mini bar and flat screen television. "No, you're not.
If you were we'd be in a room with two queen beds and not a single king."

He laughs and makes
a running start towards the bed, landing on top of me as I fall on my back.
"I'll be a perfect gentleman."

He leans in and
kisses me on the lips. It only lasts a second before he starts to pull away but
I greedily stop him. Lifting my leg up and over his hip, I pull him back down
on me and kiss him hard. Our mouths smash together in a steamy kiss. Scott lets
out a sexy groan as our lips move together as one and I feel his cock start to
stir to life near my core.

I break the kiss
and smile upwards at him before it gets out of hand. "Just wanted to show
you what you won't be having this weekend."

"Tease,"
he whispers before lifting himself up and standing near the edge of the bed,
adjusting himself through his pants. "I'm going to change into something
more comfortable for walking and then we can head out."

He grabs some
clothes out of the dresser and walks into the bathroom, giving me a few minutes
alone to control my raging hormones. I stare at the ceiling, wondering how I'm
going to get through this weekend. I'm in a room with this completely gorgeous,
god like creature who I know can get me off multiple times. I've experienced it
first-hand and after sleeping with Marcus and coming away from it sexually
unsatisfied, I'm not sure how I'll make it this weekend without jumping Scott's
bones.

I need sex. Break
the bed, toe curling, multiple orgasms, hard and rough sex. Coming here might
have been a really bad idea.

★★★

Our evening in
Chicago is better than I expected. You might even say it's perfect. We park my
car in a local parking garage and stroll up and down Navy Pier, talking about
life, work and my lack of ambition. As the evening progresses I find it is very
easy to talk to Scott. He just has something about him that makes me feel
comfortable and at home.

After a few
requests from him, I finally agree to go on the Ferris Wheel. I'm deathly
afraid of heights, but Scott is there to hold my hand and comfort me through it
all. It stops several times, including when our cart is at the top. The view of
the city on one side and the lake on the other side is simply breathtaking. I
can see why so many people like living here.

When we are
finished with Navy Pier we stroll through the city, making our way to Michigan
Avenue to check out the shops. We don't buy anything, but window-shopping is
nice and so is spending quality time with Scott.

My legs start to
get tired after a while, but I keep quiet because I don't want to ruin the
evening. I am glad when a little while later we stop at the Hancock building.
The Hancock is a huge and beautiful skyscraper in the city. Looking up at the
sky, it seems like it goes on for miles and miles. I know the Willis Tower is
larger, but all skyscrapers are pretty impressive.

"Ready to go
up?"

"Umm, sure.
Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"I think this
might be the time to tell you I'm afraid of heights. I'm sure you could tell on
the Ferris Wheel, but I don't know how I'll go all the way up there."

He smiles down at
me and grabs my hand in his. "I'll keep you safe. Besides, I'm hungry and
our reservation is in five minutes."

"There's a
restaurant in here?"

"Yep. A nice
one, too. It's on the 95th floor."

We walk inside and
take the elevator up to the 95th floor. My ears pop a few times and it freaks
me out a little, but Scott never lets go of my hand. When we step outside the
elevator we're in an elegant restaurant. It's dimly lit and as the hostess
brings us to our table, I can see a magnificent view of the city from the floor
to ceiling glass windows that surround us.

It's breathtaking.

Scott pulls my
chair out for me like a gentleman and I take a seat. He pushes me in before
moving over to his seat. As I look around the restaurant I feel underdressed.
Most of the customers are dressed up and I'm still in my maxi skirt and tank
top.

"If I'd known
we were coming here I would have dressed up."

"Stop it, you
look beautiful."

"Thanks,"
I respond quietly. I wasn’t expecting such a nice compliment from him.

"Now, the
menu is small. They have a fantastic chef here so you'll enjoy anything you
order."

Glancing at the
menu I read over entrees I’ve never had before. I have no idea if I'll even
enjoy it. Scott shouldn’t have to waste his money on a meal I won’t eat, so I
decide to go with the filet mignon, knowing I'll at least enjoy that.

Scott orders a
bottle of wine and we place our orders after the waitress fills our glasses and
sets the bottle on the table.

"This place
is really something, Scott. Thanks for taking me here."

"My pleasure,
beauty. I've always wanted to come here and I figured now was the perfect
chance. Nothing says I'm sorry like a beautiful view and nice dinner."

"Honestly,
you have nothing to be sorry for. The more I think about it, the more I know
that I overreacted. I could have said no. I could have left. When all is said
and done, I wanted to be there."

"So we're
good?"

"We're good.
We're better than good because you took me out for a fun afternoon and evening.
I've really had a nice time."

"Me too,
beauty."

I smile up at him
uncomfortably. He's called me beauty several times and I have no idea why. Many
women like when a man gives them a cute nickname. My sister even grew to like
the name Billy, which is the nickname Jared gave her. I'm not like every other
woman. I was given the name Winnie at birth and I like it.

"So why are
you calling me beauty all of a sudden? Is there an inside joke I'm
missing?"

He laughs and sets
down his glass of wine. "You don't like it?"

"Actually, I
don't."

"Then I'll
stop calling you beauty. It fits you though. I've noticed them on several
occasions but it wasn't until that night with Tawny that I got to see them
completely."

"Got to see
what?"

"Your beauty
marks. You're covered in them, haven't you noticed?"

I know I have a
few beauty marks on my body. I even have one I was fond of on my shoulder, but
a majority of them cover my back and I easily forget about them since my back
is not something I can easily see.

"And you like
my beauty marks?" I ask genuinely.

"I do. I love
them."

I suddenly feel
like a hypocrite because as soon as the words leave his mouth I suddenly love
my nickname. I guess I am like every other woman.

"Then I guess
the nickname’s not so bad," I say nonchalantly.

We continue to
talk and I love learning all these new things about him. Deep down he's a
really great guy. I kind of wish I would have seen this side to him the first
time we met. When our meal comes we continue our easy flowing conversation and
don't get up to leave until we've eaten dessert and finished off the bottle of
wine.

As I'm standing up
and getting ready to walk out with Scott our waitress comes back over with a
to-go bag. "Here you go, sir. It was a pleasure to serve you and we hope
you come back soon."

He takes the bag
from her and replies, "We will, thank you."

As we walk to the
elevators I can't help but wonder what's in the bag. I know for a fact he ate
all of his meal and I ate most of mine. We shared our dessert so that was gone,
too.

Stepping into the
elevator Scott reaches for me with his free hand and I slide my hand in his. It
feels natural holding his hand. His grip is firm but not painful. His hand
feels comforting. I feel safe, even though I have nothing to be afraid or
scared of.

Walking out the
doors of the Hancock, the nighttime breeze from Lake Michigan sweeps away my
hair. The temperature has dropped slightly, but it's a nice change from the
earlier heat wave. I take in a deep breath, just enjoying the nice summer
night. We turn the corner of the Hancock to walk back in the direction of Navy
Pier and there is a homeless woman on the corner. Her face is dirty, her
clothes are torn, and she sits up against the building, holding a plastic
coffee cup with a piece of cardboard beside her explaining that she's an army
vet.

Scott lets go of
my hand and I watch as he goes over to her, slipping a twenty dollar bill in
her cup and handing her the bag from the restaurant. She says thank you and he
nods back at her before walking back over to me and reaching out for my hand
again effortlessly. We start to walk again but I turn my head around to watch
the woman. She's opened the bag and the containers inside it. She's starting to
eat whatever Scott had given her. He must have specifically ordered that food
for her. He must have seen her when we walked in.