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Old Friends
By DarkNites (jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu)

***

Two old colleagues fall into lust with each other.(MF, 
affair, work)

***

Adrienne swept across the room in a sea of bronze 
brocade. The man she was heading for rolled his eyes 
heavenwards but she never saw because by the time she 
reached him, he was smiling pleasantly at her.

"Hi Babe," he winked at her. "Still making entrances, I 
see." A quick smile flashed across Adrienne's face as 
she pirouetted, the fabric rustling before finally 
settling down around her. Every eye in the room was on 
her, some disapproving, some fascinated, some lustful.

The brocade overcoat was fastened at the waist, 
sweeping out behind her in a elaborate train. Beneath 
it she wore nothing but a strapless black body suit. 
Perfectly respectable, but she still stood out like a 
bird of paradise in this genteel world of pressed suits 
and demure cocktail dresses.

"Do you like it?" She stood there grinning, knowing 
perfectly well he didn't. 

"Its, err..very dramatic. But then you knew that, 
didn't you."

"Poor Andy," she tucked her arm through his and started 
walking him to the buffet. "Someday you'll give up 
trying to make me respectable." He snorted.

"Babe, you can wear a burnoose to the next clients 
meeting for all I care. Just make sure you keep 
churning out those designs."

"No problem. I was lying in bed last night when it came 
to me in a flash!" She gestured dramatically before 
grabbing an hors d'oeuvre and popping it into her mouth 
reflectively.

"Hold on." Andy snapped to attention. "There's someone 
I want you to meet," he said as he dragged her away 
from the buffet table. She cast a last longing glance 
at the food behind her. He walked her over to a group 
of navy Armani suits, and tapped the single grey Klein 
on the shoulder. The man turned around and his eyes 
fixed on Adrienne.

"Garett Rate, I would like to introduce you to..."

"Adrienne, its been a long time," Garett smiled at her.

"You two know each other?" asked Andy, a little 
confused.

"You could say that." Adrienne gave him a slow smile. 
"We were lovers in college." Andy turned a shade redder 
and cast a nervous glance around them, expecting a 
fully-fledged scene to explode around him. The 
unusually calm note in her voice told him that this was 
not going to go well.

"So you are the wunderkind that Andy has been trying to 
get me to sell," said Garett taking her elbow and 
walking her back to the buffet. "I would have figured 
that you would never let anyone handle your own 
publicity." His pulse was racing as he felt her soft 
skin against his palm. He had never forgotten the 
strange energy she possessed but tonight she seemed to 
radiate it. The bronze brought out the gold in her skin 
and her hair was still the same jet that he remembered.

"Ah well. Things change." She shrugged. "I'm not the 
show-person I used to be. I'm happier sticking to 
technical side now." Oh God! How did the man stay so 
good-looking? By rights, his gut should have been 
sticking from between his suspenders. She resisted an 
urge to slip a hand under his dress shirt and feel just 
what good shape he was in.

"You have changed," he said turning to her. "I've never 
seen you with long hair before." Before he could stop 
himself, he had drawn his hand through the silky waves 
that cascaded down her back. Not a muscle in her face 
moved, even though her stomach had started going 
through the strangest acrobatics.

"And you look wonderful," he added in a low voice. Her 
inner self groaned. That was the voice she remembered 
from long nights and early mornings a lifetime ago. 
Soft whispers, long velvet thrusts, heat and passion. 
Her body remembered too.

He was so focused on her that he couldn't help 
noticing, with a sight shock and then pure 
exhilaration, that her nipples were erect and straining 
against the black material of her body suit. Then to 
his own consternation, he felt his own body react. 
Damn! She noticed. A wicked gleam crept into her eyes 
as she arranged the folds of her skirt to block the 
sight of the bulge in his pants from the rest of the 
room.

"You don't look so bad either." He felt her gaze travel 
lazily over his body and come to rest at his crotch. 
The tension in his groin increased, as muscles tensed 
involuntarily. This was Adrienne all right. No one else 
had ever dared to tease him this way in public. He 
wondered whether she remembered that he always gave as 
good as he got. 

Smiling, he lifted a hand and took the weight of one 
firm breast in his palm. Slowly, he let his thumb brush 
her taut nipple through the fabric. With a sense of 
victory, he saw a mixture of feelings run across her 
face as she backed away from him. Then a cool mask 
slipped into place, as she offered her hand to him.

"Its been nice seeing you again, Garett but I don't 
think that it would be a good idea if you handle the 
SRC67 campaign." He lifted a brow in question. "We 
didn't work together well in college and I don't think 
we would work together well now. I tell Andy that as 
soon as I can." He shrugged nonchalantly, even as he 
started seething inside. 

"If you can't take a little challenge..." he dared her 
delicately.

"Yeah Right!" she threw back mockingly over her 
shoulder as the crowd parted to let her through.

That night, Garett plopped down on his hotel bed for 
what must have been his twentieth attempt at relaxing. 
Something was burning in his blood. To be exact, 
Adrienne was burning in his blood. His pride was stung 
that Adrienne had actually refused to work with him 
when there were hundreds of other companies clamoring 
at his door to help make them rich. And it didn't help 
that every time he closed his eyes to sleep, he could 
see her in his bed, naked and uninhibited, eyes 
shadowed with passion.

She wanted him. The tension that hummed between them 
was unmistakable. And she always got what she wanted. 
She settled back into her warm bed. The doorbell echoed 
through the house. A satisfied smile crept across her 
face. He had come as she knew he would.

Garett stood outside her door, ignoring the arctic gale 
that buffeted at him. He shook his head with a wry 
smile. Adrienne had told him long ago that she wanted 
to live in an abandoned fire-house. It didn't surprise 
him that she had managed to do just that.

The door swung open. She stood framed in the doorway, 
wearing nothing but a ivory silk nightshirt. The wind 
rushed past them into the house, setting her hair 
adrift and plastering the material to her curves. He 
couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Come in." 

The warmth and silence of the place should have soothed 
him. It probably would have if she wasn't in it. She 
sat beside him on the comfortable couch, pouring him a 
cup of hot chocolate with all the poise of someone 
fully dressed. She hadn't bothered to throw a robe on 
or put slippers on her feet, but he didn't mind a bit. 
The silk clung to her curves with a subtlety that awoke 
the senses and made it strain for more.

She leant back and sipped at her mug. A look of pure 
pleasure crossed her face as she tilted her head back 
and let the rich chocolate flow down her throat. She 
sighed with happiness and tucked her feet under her to 
get comfortable. She looked at him then, perusing him 
with an intensity that matched his own. 

"Why are you here?" The question was simple and direct. 
A full range of excuses flowed through his brain. Came 
to talk you into working with me, wanted to talk over 
old times, came to screw your brains out. For some 
reason, he didn't feel a need to lie.

"I came to finish what we started ten years ago." He 
didn't need to remind her of what he meant. He saw the 
memory creep into her eyes, darkening them until he was 
reminded of a storm about to break.

She was wearing a maroon sundress in the depths of 
winter. She was definitely more comfortable than he, 
buried as he was under several layers of clothes. As 
soon as he stepped in the door, he started stripping 
until he was down to the thin T-shirt that was bearable 
in the tropical temperatures of her apartment. When he 
was done, she caught his eyes and then deliberately 
turned away from him and glided to the carpet, hips 
swinging gently under the soft fabric. He wasn't 
watching them though. His eyes were drawn to the 
expanse of her back peeking at him from between the 
cloth panels holding the dress together.

She swung around then, the fabric flaring out around 
her before settling against her bare legs. Oh God! She 
was totally naked under that dress. Her breasts had 
already detected the presence of their lover and her 
nipples showed through clearly just below her low 
neckline. His own body started to react to her subtle 
invitation. He stood still for a minute, feasting his 
eyes on her slim form, enjoying the sweet pleasure of 
his own arousal. An innocent smile crossed her lips as 
she started toying idly with the buttons running down 
the bodice. Her eyes never left his face as one, two, 
then three buttons slipped out of their holes.

In a flash, he was in front of her, his hands diving 
under the fabric to cup her breasts in his palms. She 
gasped softly and closed her eyes, a mute appeal for 
him to pleasure her. He couldn't resist, he started to 
squeeze and mold her breasts, rubbing his palms over 
the sensitive tips of her nipples just the way she 
liked it. Her breasts felt so firm and good in his 
hands that he had sudden visions of his cock thrusting 
between them, rubbing against her bronze flesh. He 
closed his eyes, holding in the erotic images in his 
mind.

One hand slipped along her leg to pull up her soft 
skirt. He could see the material bunch up against her 
hip, see his hand slip under it and search for the heat 
and warmth of her. He saw it all in his mind's eye. 
Slowly his lashes lifted to focus on her. Her eyes were 
open now, her gentle yearning for him undisguised. 
Something swelled within him then, an inspiration, 
powerful and unrelenting. 

He lay back onto the carpet, stopping her as she made 
to join him there. Instead he clasped her hips and 
moved her to stand astride him. He could sense her 
puzzlement as she stood all alone, wondering what he 
wanted her to do. Slowly his hands guided her forward 
until she was standing over him. She realised then what 
he was about. He could see up her skirt. Up at her bare 
groin. 

His gaze was intense, his hands slipping up under her 
skirt to stroke along her inner thighs. She felt 
fingers drift across her cleft, not parting them, 
merely stroking. A wave of sheer eroticism flowed 
through her, leaving her feeling strangely helpless and 
completely at his mercy. Adrienne had to bite her lip 
to keep from whimpering. 

"I've always wondered what this would look like." 
Garett murmured from below her. Two fingers slipped 
partly between her outer lips, stroking along her 
sensitized flesh before slipping fully into her vagina. 
Adrienne gasped at the contact. She could feel his 
fingers deep within her, pressing against her walls, 
stretching her out for him. 

His fingers started to thrust in and out of her. She 
could feel it. She could see it in her mind's eye. Her 
senses fed on the sheer sensuality of the moment. His 
other hand came up then, finding her clitoris and 
circling it in rhythm with his thrusts. She doubled 
over, fighting to control the pulsing pleasure roaring 
through her, groaning uncontrollably as muscles 
contracted instinctively.

Adrienne took it as long as she could, forcing herself 
to stay upright even though the tension in her legs and 
abdomen was driving her crazy. Disjointed visions of 
hot sex flowed through her mind, all powerful thrusts 
and passion. She could feel the frenzy building and she 
started kneading her hands against her thighs, trying 
to keep her balance. Her legs finally gave way and she 
dropped to the carpet beside him. He didn't let her off 
the hook though. Swiftly he changed position and took 
up the rhythm once again, leaning over her to watch her 
squirm under his hands. She was soaring now, her hands 
clutching at his shoulders as her hips thrust up 
against his hand. But she needed more..

"Garett. Please come into me." Her voice came in short 
bursts as she started wrestling with the snap of his 
jeans. 

"We'll have to make this quick." He replied gently. "I 
have to leave in 10 minutes." Adrienne froze. His 
fingers still moved between her legs but that didn't do 
a bit of good. The mood was broken, leaving her feeling 
flat.

"Why?" she demanded.

"I have to be at the game soon." Adrienne didn't answer 
right away. She was too busy trying to control her 
temper. Disjointed thoughts flowed through her head, 
mostly dealing with how she wanted to kill him.

"You're not leaving in 10 minutes," she stated calmly.

"Oh really? Why not?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because I won't let you." She caught his wrists and 
pinned them on either side of his head.

"So we always have to do what you want, is that it?" he 
asked tensely.

"No, but do you know how it feels to have someone set 
time limits on sex? I feel like a very convenient body 
right now. I'll just have a quick fuck and go to the 
game!" she mimicked viciously.

"What's wrong with a quickie? Why does it always have 
to be a long production with you?"

"Time limits." she growled. "My whole life is a series 
of time limits. I'm not going to take it when it comes 
to love-making. I deserve better." She let him loose 
and stood up, placing a hand on her lower back and 
pressing down. The combination of stress and 
unfulfilled desire had created a dull, throbbing ache 
there. 

"There are some things I won't compromise on," she 
finished quietly. Silence filled the room.

"Maybe I should leave to let you calm down."

"Fine."

"Why?" she asked bluntly. "What's the good of it after 
so long?"

"No good at all," he admitted. "You're still a 
incredibly desirable woman, Ade. I don't what it is, 
but something about you reaches out to me and hits all 
the right spots. That and I've never really felt that 
what we had was ended." She looked incredulous.

"It been TEN years, Garett."

"I think you're misunderstanding me. What I'm trying to 
say is. I can't put it into words. I'm the kind of 
person that needs to finish everything he starts. We 
broke up so suddenly. Its never really felt over. 
You've always been there, a loose end dangling in my 
past." 

"And you want to wrap me up." She started laughing with 
genuine amusement. "I LIKE this. Its so weird. So me."

"Seriously though, I can't sleep with you. There are 
only a few rules I keep and one of them is not to hop 
into bed with a man I've just met." Garett smiled. 

"You still know me, Ade. I think you always have." She 
became very still in the corner of her couch. He slid 
over to her and lifted a hand to stroke her jaw. He 
looked into her eyes and what he saw, he didn't really 
understand.

"Kiss me," he said.

Her eyes darkened, something still so familiar to him. 
She leant towards him slowly, her eyes searching his 
face. Not a single part of her body was touching him 
when her lips met his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, 
quietly exploring. Tasting, teasing him elegantly. He 
moved his body over hers, pressing her down into the 
couch as he met her tongue with his own. She gave way 
to his insistence, pulling him tight into her body and 
hooking a slim leg over his hip.

Garett felt her hips arch towards him, felt her groin 
press against his stiff shaft. Damn! How could he have 
forgotten the effect she had on him? Desire poured 
through him, intense and wildly exciting. He pulled 
away from her lips, looking down at her flushed face. 
Her lips parted gently and her tongue slipped out to 
moisten them. And her eyes. Oh God! Her eyes.

Her lashes fluttered down gently as she arched her 
back, her breasts rising up in subtle invitation. His 
mouth found an erect nipple through the thin fabric. A 
small gasp escaped her as the friction of the cloth and 
the rasp of his tongue tantalized her sensitive tip. 
The hands on his shoulders started to kneed his muscles 
in rhythm with his stroking. He transferred his 
attention to her other peak already showing red through 
the thin fabric. One hand came up to caress her other 
breast. A soft groan slipped from her as she arched 
again, feeling the delicious tension start coiling in 
her torso.

He pulled back, breathing hard as heat spread through 
his veins. She immediately slipped out from under him 
and to her feet. Garett closed his eyes and groaned 
inwardly. She was right. This whole thing was stupid. A 
ridiculous attempt to recapture some of the magic of 
youth. He raised his eyes to her, opened his mouth to 
apologize and froze. She was standing in front of the 
antique burner, the glow from it shining though her 
clothes and outlining her body clearly to him. Her eyes 
were intense as her hands came up to her neck. One by 
one the buttons on her nightshirt fell apart to expose 
her body to his view. He never even noticed when the 
shirt slid to the floor with a whisper.

Something lodged in his throat as he sat there on the 
sofa, looking at her. The last time she had the 
freshness and purity of youth. Now it was the full-
blown sensuality of a full grown woman. She stood 
there, unrelentingly female, unashamedly woman. 

He came to his feet and then he was standing in front 
of her. Without a word, she started work on his 
buttons. He placed his hands on her waist, feeling its 
smallest, before sweeping them up to cup her breasts. 
He took their weight in his hands, marveling at the 
subtle changes time had wrought on her. Her breasts 
were fuller, yet softer and her nipples were larger and 
infinitely more sensitive..

He took a nipple between his fingers, driving it in 
small circles against her breast. He heard a harsh gasp 
and looked up to see the flame light in her eyes. Her 
lips parted slowly and her tongue flicked out to 
moisten her lower lip. The subtle invitation started a 
delicious tightening in his groin that eased only when 
she unzipped his slacks. Immediately her hand slid 
under the warm fabric to feel and shape his rigid penis 
straining madly against the cotton of his briefs.

Suddenly she dropped to a knee before him. He laid his 
hands on her bare shoulders, lifting each foot as she 
deftly drew off his shoes and socks. Then she took his 
outstretched hand, rising to her feet gracefully. Her 
hands traveled over his bare chest, stroking and 
kneading, then reaching around to cup and squeeze the 
firmness of his butt. Then with a sensual smile, she 
hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his slacks and 
pushed down slowly, the material sliding off easily to 
pool around his feet. 

One final mission. Garett held his breath as her deft 
fingers slipped under the waistband of his briefs and 
ever so slowly, peeled them off him. His erect penis 
leapt free of its confinement, pointing at her proudly. 
She took a long look at him then. Her first lover.

His stomach muscles tightened involuntarily as he felt 
her gaze travel over his body in an invisible caress. 
The appreciation in her eyes suddenly brought him a 
realization of his own beauty. With a sense of wonder 
he felt every nerve ending in his body come alive, 
tingling slightly as they awaited her touch. New. He 
felt young and alive again...

Adrienne could hear her own heart pounding in her ears. 
He still looked wonderful, lean and subtly muscled. 
Simply begging to be touched. But she didn't. Instead, 
she caught his heated gaze with her own, sinking down 
to her knees in front of him. 

The throbbing in his cock intensified as soon as he 
read the intent in her eyes. His hands found her 
shoulders, tightening his grip as part of his self-
control slipped. Her gaze dropped to his straining 
penis, and he shuddered as though she had touched him. 
Slowly, she lifted both hands to stroke his hard shaft, 
examining it as if for the first time. Velvet and 
steel. Beautiful.

Her hands slid off his cock then, slipping around to 
clasp his butt.

Garett's breathing shallowed as he watched her mouth 
draw closer to his cock. He saw her tongue dart out and 
gently lick the drop of moisture that had gathered at 
its tip. The hands on her shoulders gripped 
convulsively as he watched her lips approach, part to 
take him in. Oh God! How many times had he fantasized 
about a woman on her knees before him, pleasuring him 
like he had never been pleasured before. The 
anticipation was unbearable..=

And then he felt the pressure of her mouth. Oh God! No 
fantasy could even come close to the reality. Groaning, 
he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of his shaft 
disappearing between her lips.

Adrienne took her time. She let her tongue trace the 
sensitive ring around his cock-head, flicking, teasing 
it unbearably until she suddenly sank his entire shaft 
into her throat. Garett stiffened and threw back his 
head with a strangled moan, clutching her as the 
incredible pleasure of the sudden heat and tightness 
shot through his body. She didn't wait for him to 
recover but started bobbing her head, her tongue 
swirling madly against the sensitive underside of his 
dick. 

Instinct took over. Garett's hips started thrusting 
involuntarily, trying to force as much as possible of 
himself down her throat. But she wasn't having any of 
that! She took hold of his hips firmly and held him 
still. She was going to do this her own way.

Adrienne pulled back and plunged down again and again, 
her lips squeezing with just the right amount of 
pressure. Her hands crept around to pull his hips 
towards her, taking more and more of him in until his 
entire length slid easily down her throat. His hips 
found the rhythm, moving with her towards his climax. 
He threw back his head, his body arching like a taut 
bow, gasping little moans of pleasure as he 
concentrated on the pleasure she was giving him. Faster 
and faster the tension built, layers of it, taking him 
to the edge of heaven. A grimace etched itself on his 
face as he began to fight it, wanting the incredible 
sensations to go on forever.

"Adrienne! Oh God! No! Not like this!" he moaned as an 
even more deeply rooted instinct took over. He pulled 
away from her, his mind filled with hot, lusty images 
of his cock sinking into her body. He needed to thrust 
into her warm, tight hole, to feel her body squirm 
under his, to feel her muscles hold him when he came. 
He dropped to his knees beside her.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked urgently. 

"Yes," she answered in a level voice.

"Where is it?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not going to have sex with 
you." 

It hit him like a bucket of very cold water. He froze. 

"What kind of twisted game are you playing?," he 
growled.

"Nothing," she smiled softly. "I told you I don't sleep 
with men I don't know. I meant it."

Garett felt the fury start to boil within him. He 
wanted to. And then he realised.

"This is some sort of revenge for that last time, isn't 
it." he said slowly.

"Of course not," she scoffed. "I don't hold grudges for 
that long." But the truth was in her eyes.

Garett swore silently. Rematch: Adrienne 1, Garett 0.

"This isn't over, you know," he threatened softly. 

She smiled.

"I know."

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...


	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.


	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 success. 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?


	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 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."


	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.

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.

***

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.

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 traveled 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 her 
itself. The magic of the night and then the thrill of 
the chase and 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 against, 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 began 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.

***	

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 together 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 pushed 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.

END

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