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DarkNites: Old Friends (Parts III & IV)
jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
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Well, what can I say about this story? I never planned to finish it
because it was so hard to put on paper. But things change and the completed
work is the longest and most intricate story I've written.
I'm always looking for critiques (even flames!!) so feel free to
write to me at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu... I have no problem with people
e-mailing my stuff around, as long as my name remains with it.
And for those of you who suffer under the delusion that women
engineers can't possibly be sensual...
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DarkNites: Old Friends (Part III)
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or
How to seduce an incredibly stubborn woman
who hates your guts..
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jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
New York, January 10, 1993
The phone shrilled annoying again. A groan escaped from beneath
the jade comforter. Nothing moved in the still, dark room. Another
insistent shrill. A hand emerged from under the covers and groped for the
phone. After managing to knock the receiver off its holder, the rest of
Garett crawled forth to pick it off the floor.
"Hello," he started groggily.
"You're a slimy bastard, you know that?"
Garett came a little awake and peered at his bedside clock.
"Dammit Adrienne! Its five in the morning! What the hell do you
think you're doing?"
"I can't believe you went behind my back to the Board of
Directors!" she continued furiously. "You little asshole!"
Garett swore with feeling before hanging up on her. Seven seconds
later, the phone started ringing again...
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Denver - January 22, 1993
Rematch: Adrienne 1 Garett 1
Andy came around his desk and leant against it before looking at
the man before him pityingly.
"Your goose is fried, you know that don't you."
Garett settled more comfortably in his chair before answering.
"She's had a few days to get used to the idea."
Andy gave a strangled laugh.
"She'll never forgive you for going over her head. She's lived her
life ignoring the rules, answering to nobody but herself. You've forced
her to face the fact that the bigwigs *can* make her work with you even
when they know she's completely against it. You've dented her pride,
destroyed her self-image... That's what she'll never forgive you for."
The intercom buzzed. Andy hit the online button.
"Is she here? Good, send her in." Both men instinctively braced
themselves for the worst. The door opened and Adrienne walked through to
plop wordlessly into the chair beside Garett. Black turtleneck, black
jeans, she looked like she was in mourning.
"Hello Adrienne." said Garett politely. She turned her head to
look at him coolly for a minute before turning back to face Andy. Garett
felt as if a blast of winter had just poured down his shirt.
"Now that's enough, Ade." Andy started, putting on his best
paternal voice. "The milk's been spilt and there's nothing any of us can
do about it. Garett's one of the best marketing men in the country. Don't
let your personal feelings about him affect your professionalism.."
"I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about, Andy,"
she answered, lifting a brow delicately. "We've got work to do, so lets
get on with it." The two men glanced at each other warily before turning
back to her...
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New York - February 27, 1993
Garett pulled the metal arms towards his chest, gritting his teeth.
Sweat gleamed on his bare chest, his hair clinging to his neck and
forehead. Exhaustion ran through his veins, together with the exhilaration
of accomplishment. The SRC67 campaign had been set up and his gut feeling
told him it was going to be a resounding sucess. All this while dealing
with its cool and distant designer.
Adrienne. What a woman. No matter how calm and cool she appeared,
he could still feel the seething emotion flowing just under the facade.
Nothing he had done had shaken her poise. None of the innuendo, the
probing the occasional insult... She simply ignored him, working with him
as she had been forced to, but never more than that.
Still, it was almost over. He hadn't managed to get close to her,
but he had certainly got his revenge for that last night. He grinned even
as his biceps screamed in protest. The delicate approach hadn't worked so
perhaps he should turn up the heat a little. A seduction?
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Denver - March 6, 1993
Alicia sighed. Yet another shipment of flowers. This time, it was
Tiger-Lilies. If a man insisted on sending *her* boatloads of flowers a
day, there was no way in hell that she would have them all taken to the
Children's Hospital downtown. But apparently, the boss couldn't take the
man's guts.
Adrienne zoomed through the outer room with her normal speed. Her
voice floated back to Alicia from her office.
"What is it today?"
"Tiger-Lilies."
"Really?" Adrienne's interested face popped around the door frame.
"My God, he's finally figured out my favorite flower.. Ok, hand
them over.."
The Lilies looked good sitting on the coffee table, she decided.
Abruptly turning on her heel, she returned back to her drafting table to
work on her newest design. Suddenly there were a couple of knocks on her
open door. Adrienne looked up frowning. Alicia was grinning like a
jackass at her.
"Garett Rate to see you." Adrienne rolled her eyes. Wonderful...
Garett appeared to lean casually against the frame. Good pose,
thought Adrienne cynically. He gave her one of his million-dollar smiles
that had absolutely no effect on her, of course. The weird flipping in her
stomach was entirely due to her missed lunch..
"I thought we were done working together."
"We are," he answered. "I'm here to take you to dinner."
"I just ate," she fibbed.
"You lie," he said.
Adrienne sighed.
"Look Garett, I had to work with you. I did. Its over. I don't
want to see you again. Get lost."
"Touchy, aren't we?" He walked up to her to place his hands on her
shoulders. Tense, completely tense. He started kneading gently. She
shrugged him off and came to her feet to stare right into his eyes.
"Which part of my last sentence don't you understand?"
Garett smiled inwardly. Obvious antagonism. Much better than the
Ice Queen act...
"I see you kept my Lilies."
"Not really. I'm going to drop them off at the Children's Hospital
on the way home."
"That's a nice gesture." "Although I think they would look
wonderful against your bare skin," he added in a husky voice.
Adrienne sighed.
"Look Garett", she said slowly. "Its late and I'm very tired.
I've also got a lot of work to finish before I can leave."
"I happen to know this wonderful Chinese restaurant around the
corner. We'll feed our faces and then you can come back to work on this
stuff all night." She didn't answer.
"That or I chain myself to this table and drive you nuts for
weeks."
Adrienne tried to suppress her smile. She really did, but the
image of Garett chained to her drafting table for days in his fancy Italian
suit struck a funny bone somewhere in her body..
"Anything to save myself from that," she quipped. "Lets go. I'm
starved."
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Denver - March 12, 1993
"Garett Rate to see you." Adrienne waved him in. He walked in and
locked the door behind him. Adrienne frowned slightly at that but Andy was
freaking out at the other end of the line.
"Don't worry, Andy," she crooned soothingly. "Everything will be
alright. Marsha has to come back to pick up her stuff. You can lock her
in your bedroom and work it all out then."
Garett shook his head with a grin and settled down to wait. He
glanced around the room. No flowers anywhere. She must still be sending
them to the Children's Hospital. He sighed softly. Stubborn woman.
He couldn't keep still in his chair. Something was in his blood,
making him restless. The thrill of the chase, a touch of desire and the
bittersweet of the challenge. He came to his feet smoothly, and paced
around the room. Only half listening to Andy's problems, Adrienne's eyes
followed him, her gaze carefully veiled by her lashes. She hated to admit
it, but he had charmed her out of her bad humor and into being friends
again. But he hasn't won the battle, she told herself. He still hadn't
gotten her into his bed. And never would. Smiling a secret smile to
herself, she wondered when he would make his move.
Garett came back to lean against her desk. Deciding to amuse
himself, he let his eyes trail down her body, enjoying the way the soft
rose dress clung to her curves. Bringing his eyes up again, he found her
looking at him. Smiling lazily at her, he let his eyes flirt with hers.
She knew what he was doing of course. He could see the amusement in her
eyes. Should he? Why not.
He moved to where she was perched on the edge of her desk, moved in
so close that there was nowhere she could go. A tight note entered her
voice, one hand coming up to push him away. He didn't budge. Instead he
bent his head to find the soft curve of her neck. A sharply indrawn
breath, a quick good-bye and then she was shoving him away with both hands.
She came to her feet like a cat, her eyes shooting daggers at him. He
didn't care. He had her on the run now. He moved in again, pressing her
back against the desk with his body and when she opened her mouth to blast
him, he stifled it with a swift, harsh kiss. She put her hands on his
chest, pushing away to no avail. His mouth moving over hers, exciting and
dangerous. The sudden shock of the adrenalin in her veins, making her want
to kiss back.. NO!
Their lips parted.
"I'll scream," she said, her voice coming in pants.
"You wouldn't scream if the building was coming down around you,"
he replied, his voice husky with desire. And then he claimed her lips once
again. This time she fought back. With a strength he didn't know she had,
she pushed him back sharply with a well-placed shove on his stomach.
"Get out," she ordered, her voice like cold steel.
"No." he said.
"I'll call Security."
"You wouldn't do that. You'd prefer to take care of me yourself."
She stood there and fumed. He knew her too well.
Garett reached up and loosened his tie. The next moment it was on
her desk. Then slowly, deliberately, he started to strip, his eyes never
leaving hers.
Adrienne froze in shock. What the hell did think he was doing!!
Her fevered eyes glued themselves to the skin revealed between the edges of
his shirt. Slowly he shrugged it off, shoulder muscles rippling. She
groaned inwardly. Not that. Anything but that... She fought to keep her
hands from reaching to touch his beautiful shoulders. His belt slithered
easily out of its loops and dropped to the floor. Door, she thought dazed.
Door. Escape. Move to door. Then the horrid thought of people finding
out she had a half-naked man in her office during office hours. Worse,
people finding out she had a half-naked Garett Rate in her office during
office hours...
So sexy. She felt a little faint just looking at him. His eyes
were dark and smoldering just like in the books. Those trim lines that
just screamed to be touched. That dangerous, confident aura that left her
weak in the knees. His linen slacks slid to the floor. Her eyes greedily
absorbed the sheer beauty of the man. But something wasn't quite right...
Garett froze as soon as he realised what he was wearing. His
oldest white boxers. The one with the yellow smiley faces. He closed his
eyes slowly. No God. Please let it be the silk paisley, the zebra briefs,
anything but that...
Adrienne was transfixed. The bright yellow blotches smiling
cheerfully up at her sort of broke the mood. She felt an insane desire to
giggle. And then she saw the look on his face and she couldn't hold it
back. Garett nearly died when she started giggling hysterically. Please
God, make the floor swallow me up. Then suddenly the humor of the
situation hit him. He cracked a grin, then a laugh and suddenly she was in
his arms and he was howling right along with her.
They sobered up eventually. Adrienne reached down and grabbed a
handful of yellow smiley with an infectious grin.
"It was a nice try, wasn't it," he said dryly. She exploded
against him once more.
Darknites: Old Friends (Part IV)
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jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
Denver - March 29, 1993
Strains of music floated through Andy's house. Everywhere, men and
women talked animatedly or danced elegantly under the glowing chandeliers.
Garett was at his social best tonight, mingling effortlessly perfectly
disguising the fact that he was here solely for one person. His gaze
casually wandered in the direction of the doorway while making small talk
with a small, cheery grandfatherly figure who also happened to be one of
the most ruthless men in the Fortune 500. He stifled a quick stab of
irritation. The party was practically over. If he found out that she had
suddenly caught the flu or something, he would have to seriously throttle
her...
And then he saw her. Not bothering to enter through the front
door, she came up via the garden, walking through the open glass doors like
a goddess coming to her people. Her dark hair was piled on top of her
hair, a few renegade strands coming done to curl about her face. The rest
of her was encased in a simple burgundy sheath, her shoulders glowing
bronze under the golden light of the chandeliers. He couldn't take his
eyes of her. The ruthless grandfather sent a meaningful glance towards his
sweet-faced wife. Without a work to anyone, Garett walked away, straight
towards the woman poised at the other end of the room. The sweet-faced
wife sighed ecstatically and took her husband's hand.
"Adrienne." She smiled at him, her eyes running appreciatively
over him. He looked especially good tonight, civilized but with a hint of
danger showing through. Like a restless panther. The analogy pleased her.
She had never been one for pussy cats.
He took her hand in his and before she knew it, he had whirled her
onto the dance floor. His hand rested on her lower back, not pressing down
but guiding her closer towards him without her even noticing. Adrienne
caught the subtle scent of him, and sighed quietly. She wanted so much to
curl up against the curve of his neck and breathe that in for the rest of
the night. Perhaps she should try to make some conversation... No, not
tonight. She closed her eyes instead and melted into his body.
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The party was over. Soft laughter floated to their ears from the
hall. The music went on though, for the last few couples slow-dancing
under the dimmed lights. Adrienne and Garett were barely moving in the
center of the dance floor. Neither of them had said much during the night,
preferring to hold each other and feel.
Garett drew away with a start, suddenly realizing how late it was.
But he didn't want the night to end. Neither did she. Somehow, she didn't
know how, she had fallen under the same spell that he had thrown over her
ten years before. She felt like a teenager in the first throes of love.
Stop it! said her cynical side irritably. You're not a girl and you
should know better than to be seduced by a touch of romance. But the part
of her that would always remain young and hopeful ignored that inner voice.
Take happiness whenever it comes. She would pay the consequences later if
she had to.
Garett drew her away towards the gardens. She followed him into
the cool, softly scented air. The half moon shed just enough light for her
to see his face when he bent down to kiss her. Soft, exploratory,
beautiful kisses. For one night, she allowed herself to be reckless. She
started kissing him back with a depth of feeling he had never felt from her
before. Perhaps the magic of the night had got to him too because it drove
him crazy like no striptease ever could.
They were both breathing hard when their lips parted. Garett
gently rubbed his cheek against hers. His voice, when it came, was husky
with passion.
"Lets go for a swim."
Adrienne came down to earth with a bump. A swim. She could feel a
frustrated growl building deep within her, and swiftly tamped it down. She
sighed softly. Maybe the game was still going on.
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Garett dove cleanly into Andy's pool. The moment he saw it, he
knew that this was where he wanted make love to Adrienne for the first
time. The lights in the wall sconces were dim, while the moon shone
clearly in through the glass walls. The pool was comfortably warm, quiet
and very private. Garett smiled and stroked for the opposite side.
A splash behind him announced Adrienne's arrival. He turned just
in time to see her rise from the pool, water cascading all over her, back
arched to let the weight of the water pull her hair away from her face.
Something twisted in him even as her eyes opened and stared directly into
his. Her torso was clear of the water, showing him her breasts encased in
a simple white top. And then she sank beneath the surface of the water to
reappear by his side.
The pleasure on her face was contagious as she treaded water beside
him.
"I'm glad you suggested this", she sighed happily as she glided
backwards, feeling the freedom and the sheer sensuality of the water
flowing over her skin. Another lazy kick and she was heading away from
him. A soft laugh and then she drove deep to skim along the bottom of the
pool. He followed, entranced by her mood.
He met her there at the bottom of the pool, slipping his arm around
her bare waist, her long hair billowing around them. Together they shot to
the surface. A quick breath then their lips met and the water closed over
their heads again.
Is this what divers feel, wondered Adrienne dimly. This
exhilaration, the need to scream? Their bodies strained to get closer,
movements slowed by the water, their lips demanding. Magic, he thought as
they twisted around each other. He wished they could stay down there for
ever. His hands slid down over her hips to clasp her buttocks, to pull her
hard against his body, against the hardness of his arousal. His
Proposition.
She broke away from him, heading for the surface. Taken unaware,
more than a little apprehensive he followed. At the surface, she cast a
challenging look over her shoulder before she shot away, down into the
depths. Catch me if you can.
She was all speed and tricks, slipping easily out of his hands when
he thought he had her, zigging when he thought she would zag. Throwing
gentleness and style to the winds, he went after her like a torpedo. And
she let herself be caught.
When they surfaced at the shallow end, he dragged her hard against
him, lips finding hers, all heat and demand. Backing her up until the wall
pressed against her shoulders, hands flowing over her body. Beneath the
surface, her legs came up to wind around his waist in silent invitation.
His lips travelled down to her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there until
she was shuddering against him. The bikini top came off and floated away
unnoticed. The siren in her came alive, as she arched her back over the
edge of the pool, lifting those beautiful mounds up to meet his mouth.
He took one taut nipple into his mouth, stroking it with his
tongue. With each rasp, she groaned, tightening her legs around his waist
reflexively. Slowly her hips started grinding as instinct took over.
Garett groaned. He wanted to take it slow, to please her, to watch her
climax, but her hypnotizing movements were awaking the basic need to thrust
deep and hard into her warm body. His hands found her hips and stilled
them. Such lushness under his hands ... he needed to touch her, all of
her.
Adrienne was so turned on, she could barely believe it herself.
The magic of the night and then the thrill of the chase had taken its toll
on her body. She too had wanted to take it slow but the hot grinding need
pulsing through her needed it now. Hard and rough. But first she would
have to make him feel exactly the way she was. Totally out of control.
Her tongue found the delicate shell of his ear. He froze against
her. Slowly, teasingly she traced the curves with the tip, occasionally
flicking it just to feel him tremble against her. His hands left her hips
to cup her breasts, squeezing and flicking his thumbs across her nipples.
She groaned huskily against his ear, loving the pressure of his hands. And
then her tongue was thrusting roughly into his ear, snapping his control.
With a deep growl, he yanked down her briefs. Her legs came off his waist
to let him pull them off and then she was helping him get rid of his.
Then he was fumbling in the pocket his dress pants, left
conveniently by the side of the pool. Something snapped in her when she
saw the blue plastic packet between his fingers. Some of the magic died.
"You knew you would be making love to me tonight," she stated
trying to ignore the hard lump in her throat. His lips met hers for a
hard, sexy kiss. "I hoped. I've been dreaming of this for so long."
He lifted himself out of the pool to perch on the side, the water
pouring off his broad shoulders. Her eyes widened to take him all in.
Beautiful. She reached to touch him then, running her hands over his
chest, down over his stomach to wrap her hands around the hardness of his
penis pointing straight at her. Beautiful. She moved in between his
thighs and leant forward to slide her lips over the head of his cock in an
intimate kiss. He groaned, his hands coming up to her shoulders. She
backed away with a soft, sensual smile to let him slip on the condom. Then
he was back in the pool, the full length of his body flush against hers and
his hand between her legs, seeking the source of her sensuality.
Adrienne felt his fingers sink deep into the wet heat of her body,
widening her for him. She arched back gasping, telling him better that any
words could, that she needed him buried deep in her. A fierce wave of
pride and desire washed through him. He started thrusting his fingers,
carefully rubbing against the sensitive entrance of her vagina. She
started groaning incoherently, her head thrown back and her nails digging
into his shoulders. Then he found her clitoris with his thumb.
She came alive with a cry, grinding herself wildly against him.
"Please Garett! I can't stand anymore." He removed his hand and thrust
deep into her with a growl. "Oh yes, Garett!" The satisfaction was
intense. The throbbing length of him buried intimately within her. And
then he was thrusting, full and hard.
She urged him on, murmuring his name, the motion of their bodies
sending the water lapping against the sides of the pool. Her legs came up
to wrap themselves around his waist again, allowing him greater
penetration. They both began to tremble as the smooth, powerful strokes
wound them up tighter and tighter, until the quiet room echoed with their
helpless sounds.
She was so beautiful to him. Her eyes closed, droplets of water
clinging to her lashes, the look of pure female sensuality on her face
better than any wine. On instinct, his strokes became shorter and faster
until he was constantly rubbing against the entrance of her vagina. She
was so excited now, this was exactly what she needed. "Yes, yes, darling",
she groaned into his ear driving him over the edge. Still he hung on,
needing to feel her climax. Higher, higher, Now! She convulsed with a
high cry, her muscles jerking and throbbing around him. That was his
undoing. The hot pulsing of his cock sent him spurting his release high up
within her.
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They were still wrapped in each other's arms a while later. The
water seemed to have sapped their strength so they were content to hold
each other and let the magic of the night take them again.
"You planned this whole thing, didn't you," she said lazily, a
soft, contented smile on her lips.
"Of course not," he lied blatantly. Perhaps in a few years, he
would tell her the truth...
"I had sworn never to let you seduce me into your bed. You've made
a liar of me." She sounded amused.
"Not really. We're not in my bed. And from now on, we can make
love in YOUR bed."
She laughed then, a full-bodied enchanting laugh.
"Technicalities, my dear Rate. But one I'm willing to live with."
She shoved him beneath the water.
Choking, he came back to the surface with a vindictive look on his
face.
"You do realize that I'm going to have to make you pay for that.
Over and over again..."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she purred.
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YES! A WOMAN DID WRITE THIS!!
(GOD! I'm exhausted...)
All comments and flames welcome at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
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