The Wreight Series Box Set, page 33
part #1 of Wreight Series
"It's a meeting, date kind of thing with Lance," Renee said as they started walking. "I want to look professional, but sexy."
"So, the two of you are working it out? Meeting, date thing?" Rhonda asked curiously.
"According to him, he represents someone that wants to acquire my assets," Renee explained.
"I bet he does want your assets," Rhonda said putting emphasis on ass.
"You're terrible," Renee said laughing along with Celia. "I have to meet him at two, so we don't have much time."
"Then I think we should go to Nordstrom's," Celia suggested.
Once inside the store, they quickly rounded up a few dresses for Renee to try on. She was getting out of her third dress and Renee was beginning to lose faith that they had picked the right store when Rhonda knocked on the dressing room door. "I think I found it."
Renee opened the door and looked at what Rhonda held in her hands. It was sexy and still looked like something a professional woman would wear to a meeting. "It's red," Renee said taking the hanger from Rhonda.
"It is. And I think you'll look great in it. Now try it on. Celia is trying to find some shoes to go with it."
Renee closed the door and quickly put the dress on. It was made of a soft, stretchy material which meant that it showed every curve Renee had. It had a heart-shaped neckline that Renee struggled with. Her boobs were fuller, and in this dress, she was showing a bit more skin than she preferred. The bodice of the dress was reinforced, and it held Renee's baby tummy in as it made her breasts more noticeable. She turned and looked at the back. She would definitely say it was a sexy, yet professional dress. "Not bad," she said to her reflection.
"Come on out," Celia called to her.
Renee pushed the door open turning, "Zip me up." She turned, Celia did the honors.
"Wow." Both Celia and Rhonda said, their eyes taking Renee in when she faced them again.
"I don't know."
"That is the one," Celia said. "You look great."
"I guess, I don't have much time left. Did you find any shoes?"
"Here, try these," Rhonda said handing Renee a box."
Renee opened the lid. "I thought you had forgiven me," she said looking from the box to Celia.
"Try them on."
Renee took the red ankle strap high heel sandals out of the box and sat on the bench in the dressing room to put them on. It was the highest heel she'd ever seen. After she put them on, she checked the box before standing. "Five inches?"
"Stand up and walk out here," Celia said not paying any attention to Renee's squeal at the height of the heel. Renee did as she was told. She stood and walked out of the dressing room to the full-length mirror on the wall. She didn't recognize herself at first. The shoe was comfortable, its low platform bottom made them comfortable to walk in.
"Wow," Renee said looking at herself in the mirror. "My body has changed."
"Yea, making a baby will do that to you," Celia said with a giggle.
"How are we doing ladies?" The saleswoman had walked up behind Rhonda and Celia. She glanced at Renee and smiled. "Magnificent."
"We'll take the dress and the shoes. She'll be wearing them out." Celia said with a smile.
The sales lady moved around them taking the tags off Renee's dress and grabbing the box for the shoes. "I'll meet you at the register." Renee grabbed her things and followed Rhonda and Celia out of the dressing room.
By the time she finished paying for it all, she had enough time to find the ladies room and put on a little make-up before going to meet Lance. She had straightened her hair and parted it on one side. Straight, it hung past her shoulders now.
"Your hair is gorgeous Chica. It's gotten so long." Rhonda said smoothing some fly a-ways as Renee applied mascara to her lashes.
Renee was about to apply a clear gloss to her lips when Celia stopped her. "Oh no. You have to wear this." Celia handed her a tube of lipstick from her purse.
Renee took the top off and turned the bottom. It was red. "What is it with you guys and the color red today?"
"Rhonda just read an article in Cosmo or somewhere that said that the color red makes women appear more desirable to men."
"You're kidding?" Renee said applying the lipstick to her full lips.
"Nope and we're testing that theory out today with you," Rhonda said laughing.
"Thanks for making me your Guinea pig," Renee said handing the tube back to Celia.
"Keep it."
They walked back to the main entrance where Renee was glad she had valet parked. She didn't want to have to hike a mile to get to her car in her new red torture devices. "Thanks for the help," she said as she air kissed them both before getting in her car.
Renee arrived at Fearing's just as the clock on her dash hit two. When Lance had given her the address, she had no idea where they were meeting. The restaurant he'd chosen was inside the Ritz Carlton hotel in downtown Dallas.
**
Lance sat at the table he had reserved for his lunch date with Renee. He felt like a child waiting for Santa to bring his gift. Lance looked at the entrance each time the door opened. He couldn't wait to see her. She seemed pleased with his floral gift. He was toying with the flatware on the table when she walked in.
His breath stuck in his throat at the sight of her. She looked like she was walking in slow motion. Her silky hair bounced as she moved. Her full brown globes pushed up against the fabric of the red dress, and her hips mesmerized him as she came to him. He stood as the hostess brought her to the table. He was afraid to blink, thinking that she might disappear into thin air. "Wow. You look incredible," he said breathlessly when she stopped in front of him. He noticed that the men at the bar had been watching her backside as she passed them. He glared at them when they looked up to see who Renee was meeting.
"Thank you." She smiled allowing him to pull out her chair. Lance looked great in his navy colored suit accented with a soft blue tie and handkerchief in his breast pocket.
When he sat down across from her, he was staring at her chest area. He couldn't help himself. Their waiter appeared, making him change his focus. "I'm Philip, your server. Can I start you off with something to drink, a glass of wine, perhaps?"
"I'll have iced tea," Renee said as she looked over the menu.
"I'll have the same."
"Lovely, are you ready to order or would you like a little more time?"
Renee had decided, "I'm ready if you are?" Lance nodded his head. "I'll have the rosemary honey fried chicken." Renee handed him her menu.
"Excellent choice. It is one of my favorites and for you," Philip said turning to Lance.
"The prosciutto wrapped pork tenderloin. Thank you."
Renee smiled at Lance who seemed in a daze. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I just think you look stunning."
"Thank you again," Renee said smiling. "So, tell me about this client of yours."
"Right. Well, he's a handsome man in his thirties, blonde hair, blue eyes. He can be a little arrogant at times. If you're into that sort of thing."
Renee screwed up her face and shook her head, smiling coyly at Lance. "I'm not sure I see the appeal. What else should I know about this guy?"
Their waiter returned with their drinks. "Let me know if I can get you anything else."
"He's a lawyer. He used to work for a large firm here in Dallas, but he's decided to start his own practice."
Renee's eyebrows raised, "Really? Why would he do that?"
"Well, you see he's been working with a woman, an old girlfriend, that his current girlfriend doesn't particularly care for. It's been the source of some real problems between them. He realized, recently that he needed to make some changes so that his girlfriend will understand that he never wants to hurt her again by being anywhere near this other woman."
"Wow, that's a pretty bold statement he's making. How will this affect him financially? I'm sure that his girlfriend would be concerned about that." Renee rubbed her thumb back and forth on his hand.
"Well, he won't be making nearly as much money as he starts his own practice, but he has some money saved and some invested. Did I mention that he's great with money?" Lance smiled at her. "He's also going to sell his house."
"Why would he do that?"
"Because he realized something important. If he wants his girlfriend, the one he loves with all his heart to move in with him and to be happy. They should pick a place out together. It's only fair to her. He wants her to know that it's their home, not just his."
"Here we go," Philip said as he delivered their food. Lance let go of Renee's hand and sat back in the chair. Renee met his eyes. He wished he could read her mind. He could tell she was deep in thought over what he'd just said to her.
Once Philip was walking away from the table, Renee took his hand and said grace. When they were done praying. Lance waited, watching as Renee lay her napkin in her lap. "What do you think?"
Renee looked into Lance's deep blue eyes. "It sounds interesting, but I'm not ready to make a final judgment on any of this."
"Of course. As I said, I expect to meet with you several times until we have agreed to terms that satisfy both our needs."
Chapter Ten
They had another meeting a few days later in the park near Mrs. Andrew's house. Lance parked the car and got out, going around to open Renee's door. He stood very close as she got out of the car. So close that her breasts brushed against him as she stood. Through the thin material of her blouse, he could feel her nipples. He leaned down brushing his lips against hers.
She slid her arms around him, pressing her body against his as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. She felt Lance's hands on her behind. He rubbed and squeezed her through her cutoff shorts. She moaned into their kiss. Until she met Lance, she never knew her ass was a hot spot. She pulled away from him, leaning against the frame of the car. "If we keep this up, people are going to get an explicit show," she said laughing.
Lance kissed the tip of her nose, "Are you into exhibitionism?"
Renee pushed him and moved around him. "Maybe?" Lance closed the door to the car and went around the back opening the trunk. Renee watched as he pulled out a basket. "What's that?"
Lance grabbed her and pulled her behind him. He walked through the park until he found the perfect spot. It was a flat area away from the children playing, there were no benches nearby, and it was a reasonable distance from the walking path. He let Renee's hand go and set the basket down. From it, he pulled a blue and green plaid blanket and spread it out on the ground. Then he removed his shoes and stood to pick up the basket and moved onto it.
Renee removed her shoes as well and joined him. She sat Indian style watching as he unpacked the rest of the items from the basket. He brought out a bottle, two glasses that he tapped together. They were plastic, Renee giggled. She grabbed the bottle, it was sparkling cider. Lance removed three Styrofoam containers. He handed one to her and opened the bottle and poured her a glass.
She opened the container before accepting the glass. She smiled at what she found inside. "This is your idea of a romantic lunch for two?"
Lance laughed, "We have a child now, we need to get used to eating at McDonald's."
Lance had stopped at McDonald's and put the meals in the containers before he picked Renee up.
Renee set the container down and raised her glass, "To a life of fast food and gym memberships."
Lance raised his glass. "Here here."
Renee hated to admit it, but she loved McDonald's, especially the French fries. They sat enjoying their lunch.
"Do you remember the toast I made to you on your birthday last year?" Lance asked as he watched Renee dipping her fries into a mixture of ketchup and mayo.
"You said that you hoped the next year brought me everything I needed, deserved and desired."
"What I should have said was, I hoped that you would realize that I was what you needed, desired and deserved. I wanted you so much that I was going crazy trying to figure out why you kept pushing me away. I could tell that you felt something for me, but I couldn't figure you out."
"Why did you follow me to St. John?" Renee said setting aside her container and stretching her legs out.
Lance finished his burger and put it aside. He moved closer to Renee and set her feet in his lap, rubbing them. "I followed you because I had to. The way you talked about the dud, I knew you didn't really love him. I was just hoping that the way you reacted to my touch and my kisses meant that you wanted me as much as I wanted you."
Renee listened to him, but his hands rubbing her feet wasn't just relaxing, it was sensual, and she was getting turned on. She moved her feet from his lap. "I did want you, but at that time I couldn't understand why you wanted me."
Lance grabbed her foot, yanking her to him so that she ended up straddling him, her hands resting on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, "I'll tell you why, because you are beautiful and difficult and because I can't stand the thought of not seeing you or being with you."
Lance ran his hands up her back, tangling his fingers in her thick, curly mane, pulling her closer until Renee's lips met his. Renee felt all his emotions as he kissed her. She felt his desire, his love, his fear. She was consumed with it, burning with her love for him.
"Get a room!" Someone yelled from a distance away. Renee and Lance pulled apart laughing.
Renee slid off his lap smiling. "What’s that?" She pointed to the unopened container Lance had left sitting by the basket.
Lance opened the container. It was cheesecake with chocolate chips, graham cracker bits, marshmallows sprinkled on top and a chocolate drizzle. Lance took the plastic fork and made a small slice and fed it to Renee. Watching her enjoy the piece he'd fed her was tantalizing.
Renee had expected him to kiss her the way he had the first time he fed her cheesecake, but he didn't. When they were on the way back to the car, she said. "Why didn't you get a slice of cheesecake for yourself?"
Lance squeezed her hand, "Because I have a taste for you, not cheesecake."
**
Two weeks later Lance was sitting in Dr. Lecter's office still frustrated. "Doc it happened again. I took Renee out for dinner and afterward we were fooling around and still nothing. I want to make love to her, but nothing is happening. What am I supposed to do?"
Dr. Lecter leaned forward. "Lance, are you trying to get an erection when she's not around? Maybe you need to try some other stimuli."
"Like what? Porn?" Lance watched as the doctor humped his shoulders. "I can't do that."
"You still haven't told Renee about your problem." It wasn't a question. He could tell by Lance's frustration that he hadn't. "You need to share this with her. She loves you, and she will understand. It may also relieve this pressure you have put on yourself."
"What if I can never… again?"
"Are you concerned that her love for you will fade because you can't fulfill her sexual needs? Lance, there are other ways of satisfying her."
Lance didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid. How could he expect her to stay with him if he couldn't please her sexually? He knew that there were other ways to make her have an orgasm, he'd been doing that.
Celia and her husband had invited them over for dinner last week. That was their third meeting, date thing. Celia brought up the kidnapping. Renee looked at Lance and took his hand before answering Celia's questions. Celia wanted to know how Renee coped.
"Well, I was scared. I woke up tied to a bed in a dark room with a strange man watching me. I had no idea of what he wanted with me. I would hear him talking to someone and yelling. At first, I thought maybe I was being sold as a sex slave or something. I realized I needed to keep my head and find a way out or a way to let someone know where I was.
As time passed, I realized that Victor had a mental problem and then when he mentioned Lance…"
"What do you mean he mentioned me?" Lance interrupted.
Renee turned to Lance. "Shit. We haven't talked about any of this. Victor was the man that Crystal was engaged to. When she broke it off to be with you, he blamed you." Renee explained the entire crazy situation to Lance, Celia, and her husband. Renee revealed that Victor had left her an inheritance and what she'd done with it. Celia was astounded that Renee had given it all away.
Lance felt horrible, and it took most of the evening for Renee to convince Lance that he was not to blame for what had happened. After dinner, they sat at the table talking about other things, and Renee played footsie with him under the table, probably to take his mind off what he'd learned.
Renee had worn a black dress that showed off her lovely legs, and Lance had been teased by it all night. It had become a romantic evening as they reminisced about their first kiss. It had taken place in the den during a game of spin the bottle initiated by Rhonda. Their second kiss took place in the detached garage just a few minutes later.
Lance had wanted her so much that first night that he'd had to stop himself from sliding her skirt up and having his way with her in the garage. When Celia and Ricky were doing the dishes after dinner, Lance grabbed her hand and led her through the kitchen door, across the patio, and into the garage's side door.
He pressed her against the wall. "Do you remember what you said to me that night?"
Lance smiled through the darkness of the garage. "I said, ‘A beautiful mouth such as yours, wasn't made for smoking. It was made for kissing.'"
"I quit smoking that night."
Lance didn't say a word. He advanced slowly. Her lips were soft and moist. She tasted sweet. The kiss was electrifying. She parted her lips and gently bit his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth; the same way she had done back then. He moaned and explored her mouth with his tongue. Renee drew his tongue into her mouth and allowed him to do the same.
His tongue slid against hers in a playful and seductive motion causing the hair on the back of Renee's neck to rise. Goosebumps rose on her skin. Her nipples stood at attention begging to be touched. Heat pulsed through her body, settling at the center of the junction of her thighs. He still made her feel dizzy, disoriented and delectable.
