Cover-up and Conflict

Tameka could not get the conversation with Matheson out of her mind. She thought about him and Val and was happy that they had gotten back together, despite her own selfish attempts for financial gain.

She and Val had grown closer since the incident, and it reminded her of the time when they were young girls. Tameka had called Val as Matheson instructed. Val's concern for her mental well-being only heightened her guilt about what she had done. She hadn't realized how much she missed their camaraderie until their fateful night out on the town. Tameka being a few months older had always been able to convince Val to go along with her escapades. She hadn't had many friends, and Val had adored her. The two had been best buddies, much to their grandmother's dismay.

Tameka hadn't liked it when her grandmother made fun of Val, and remembered telling her so, when she was younger. She had received a slap in the mouth for her efforts, and had hesitated to bring it up again. She hadn't been able to understand her grandmother's rage. So what if Valysia was dark? Val was smart…smarter than Tameka, in fact! They'd been like two sisters, but her grandmother had been determined to drive a wedge between them, and she had eventually succeeded. Ethel Chamberlayne continued to point out that Tameka was pretty, while Val was ugly. She was light skinned, and Val was dark.

Her words had crushed Val, which had made Tameka angry and hostile. She blamed her grandmother for their eventual separation, however, hers and Val's relationship had improved somewhat after they had both graduated from high school. Val had always been on guard around Tameka, since Ethel had convinced her that Tameka had been making the same ugly comments that she had been making. Tameka had felt that Val didn't want to associate with her and that Val looked down on her.

Valysia wasn't aware of it, but their grandmother had been equally mean to Tameka when she was a child, since Tina, Tameka's mother, was constantly leaving Tameka in her grandmother's care. Tina had never spent time with her daughter, and had thrown the responsibility of raising her onto her mother, which had made Ethel angry and resentful. Ethel, in turn, would take out her frustrations on Tameka, calling her worthless and stupid. She'd made ugly comments about her large breasts when, at eleven, Tameka had developed ahead of other girls her age. With the development of her ample bosom, Tameka's grandmother had begun to tell her that her mother was a slut, and that Tameka would end up being just like her. Tameka's mother had only shrugged her shoulders when Tameka, hoping for some love and comfort, had repeated back to her mother what her Grandmother had told her. Tina accused her of whining, and had told her to just get over it.

Tameka felt that she had now become a self-fulfilling prophecy, since, by the age of fourteen, she'd often found herself seeking love and attention from men to replace the love she longed to obtain from her mother and grandmother. It hurt her deeply that neither of them would tell her who her father was and she felt that was why she had turned to men for the affection she couldn't receive at home.

Val had been appalled when Tameka confided in her that she was sexually active, and it had severed the last remnants of their lifelong relationship. The then thirteen year old Valysia had told her cousin that her actions "grossed her out," which had deeply hurt Tameka's feelings. She had felt that Val had thrown her away, just like the rest of the people she loved. There was no one who loved her; not Val, not her mother, and certainly not her grandmother.

Now, at age twenty eight- her mother being forty nine -nothing had changed. Tameka tolerated her grandmother, because negative attention was better than no attention at all. Her mother was still hanging in the clubs, chasing men, as she had done for as long as Tameka could remember. Only now, she was also sleeping with men her daughter's age, which disgusted Tameka. Tameka felt that her mother most likely didn't even know who her father was, and she had long ago given up trying to get the truth, as her mother's story changed constantly.

Tameka couldn't explain why she was still seeking her grandmother's approval by chasing after Val and Matheson, and doing whatever she asked her to do. Deep down, she knew that nothing she did gained her any love from the woman. She wished that she could be strong, like Val, and just cut her grandmother off…but she had no one else. Her mother had recently run off to California with some boy half her age, and hadn't even had the decency to tell Tameka she was leaving town. She hadn't bothered to call her daughter since she had left, and Tameka didn't have any idea where she was; if her Grandmother knew, she wasn't sharing the information. At least Val had Matheson.

She walked over to the nightstand and removed the package with the money. Seeing it now bothered her immensely; she knew that she had to get it out of the house. She made up her mind that she was going to give it to Val and Matheson, and tell them everything. Maybe they would forgive her. Maybe, if she begged their forgiveness, Val would listen to her explanation. She had to go to her counseling session that day, and she felt that confessing everything would help her on the road to recovery. She hadn't slept well since the rape.

She put the package in her bag, and headed out of the apartment. She walked over to her car, and was so deep in thought that she did not see someone walk up behind her. She felt something press into her back, as someone grabbed her by the arm.

"Come with me." The man growled. "We need to talk!"

Tameka tried to turn around, but immediately her face was covered with something that reeked of a chemical, and she lost consciousness.

She awoke disoriented and confused, looking around and wondering where she was. She glanced at a clock that was on the wall in front of her, and realized an hour had passed. She then looked around the room, but did not recognize her surroundings.

An older white man in a dark suit was sitting in a chair, watching her. She did not recognize him.

"So you're awake." He said gruffly.

"Why am I here? What do you want?" Tameka gasped, realizing that she was tied to the chair she was occupying. "Let me go!"

"All in good time." The man responded gruffly. "I have a few questions for you."

He held up the package from her purse. "What exactly, may I ask, were you going to do with this? The banks are closed today, so don't tell me you were going to the bank." His voice was hard and filled with anger.

"What business is it of yours?" Tameka snapped back at him. "What are you trying to do, rob me?"

The man threw the money and her purse at her, hitting her in the chest before they fell to the floor. "That was your money for a job well done. You ought to have been grateful! Mr. Hendricks wants to be sure that you plan on keeping your mouth shut. He wouldn't like it if you implicate him in this. Things could go bad for you if you start running your mouth!"

Tameka stared at him, and didn't reply. So, William Hendricks sent him! What was he planning on doing with her? She tried to remain calm, even though she was fighting not to hyperventilate.

"What do you want with me?" Tameka asked, fighting to remain calm. "Why are you following me?"

"We want to be sure you understand that Mr. Hendricks expects you to hold up your end of the bargain." the man replied. "After his last conversation with you, your responses left him feeling a bit doubtful about your ability to keep your mouth shut." The man replied.

"Sure, whatever." Tameka replied with more bravado than she actually felt.

"Frankly, I agree with him. I don't believe you'll keep quiet." the man said, pulling out a syringe. "Which is why I am going to have to cash in my insurance policy."

"What's that? What do you plan to do?" Tameka gasped, fighting the fear in the pit of her stomach as he approached her.

"Don't worry," the man said, sticking her with the syringe. "This is just a little something that will help you to forget a few things."

"I won't forget anything!" Tameka snapped, feeling the effects of the drug he injected.

"Oh, but you will." the man replied confidently. "This drug will cause you to forget at least the last couple of weeks of your life…permanently. "

Tameka started to speak, but was unable to do so. Her eyes became heavy, and in a few minutes, the main grinned triumphantly as he watched the drug take effect, rendering her unconscious.

                                              ((***))

Matheson sat in his office and waited. There was a knock on his office door, and he looked up as it opened.

"He's here." Gary said, sticking his head through the door.

Matheson got up from his desk and walked out onto the floor. He saw Gary nod towards the front of the store where he saw the man- Matthew -sitting at one of the tables and walked over to him.

"Sir," Matheson said, approaching him. "Are you Matthew?"

"Yes." Matthew replied, eyeing Matheson curiously.

"Miss Chamberlayne would like to see you in our private dining area. " Matheson stated in his most formal voice. "If you will follow me, I will take you to her

Right this way, Sir"

Matthew followed Matheson back to his office. Before he realized what was happening, Matheson quickly shut the door and locked it.

"What's this all about?" Matthew asked, looking around the office

"Have a seat." Matheson replied. "The two of us need to talk!"

"Talk? About what?" Matthew replied angrily. "Man, I don't know you! Where's Val? What's do you want with me?"

"You may not know me, but I know you." Matheson replied, trying to remain in control, even though he wanted to smash Matthew's face in. "You're the punk that tries to seduce young women in clubs by spiking their drinks." Matheson spat, barely able to control the rage he felt.

"What's wrong, Matthew? You can't get a girl without some additional help?"

" I get plenty of women! What's it to you? You don't know anything about me." Matthew spat angrily.

Matheson quickly grabbed him by the throat. All of his hard work in the bakery had given him additional strength; his muscles bulged as Matthew struggled against him. Matthew was a big man, but Matheson was stronger- fueled by adrenaline and his barely controlled rage.

"I know that you are a degenerate!" Matheson hissed. "Val is my fiancé; you attempted to take advantage of her, and I don't like it. What I want to know is, who hired you? What did you need the drug for, unless you were told by whoever paid you that she would resist your advances? Who paid you?"

"No one!" Matthew replied, struggling against Matheson's grip on him.

Matheson pressed his body against Matthew's, pinning him against the wall and preventing his escape. "Wrong answer!" he snapped, as he increased the pressure on Matthew's neck, cutting off his oxygen supply.

Matthew began to flail his arms trying to get loose from Matheson, but it was a losing battle.

Matheson saw that he was losing consciousness and let him go. Matthew began coughing uncontrollably, and tried to get to the door, but Matheson stopped him.

"I'll ask you again." Matheson said, shoving Matthew back against the wall. "Who hired you?"

"I…don't know exactly. " Matthew lied. "I was approached by another party to do this for his boss. That's all I know."

"Who?" Matheson hissed, twisting Matthew's arm behind his back. "Tell me"

"He contacted me, calling himself 'Green,' and he told me that his boss was a 'Mr. J.'" Matthew replied. "All of our contact was by phone. I had a gambling debt, and he offered to take care of it for me, if I did this job for his boss. I figured someone must have sold my mark to Mr. J."

"How do you get in touch with him?" Matheson snapped angrily.

"By cell phone." Matthew replied grudgingly.

Matheson snatched Matthew's cell from his belt. "Give it to me!" he growled, handing him the phone. Matthew quickly gave him the number.

"One final thing;" Matheson said, turning to him as he unlocked the door. "Did you drug Val, or not?"

"Yeah, but I didn't do that until later on that evening. She was ripe and ready, even before I made my move." Matthew replied mockingly.

"Liar!" Matheson growled.

"Man, she was dripping for me and you can't fake that!" Matthew chuckled, realizing that he had touched a nerve. "Obviously you must not be taking care of business. Your girl was horny as hell, and she let me play in that pie."

Before he could think, Matheson punched Matthew in the face, sending him flying backwards.

"Get out!" Matheson hissed, his voice low. "Get out before I kill you!"

Matthew got up and rubbed his jaw. "It ain't my fault if you can't control your woman." Matthew snapped, walking out of the office.

Matheson slammed the door behind him.

                                                   ((***))

William Hendricks hung up the phone, pleased with the way things were going. He had known that Tameka would be a problem, after their last conversation, and had taken the appropriate measures to ensure her silence.

Her rape had not been part of the original equation, but when it happened, he knew that he had to do damage control. While the drug he had obtained was illegal in the US, he'd had no problem getting what he wanted. He had been told that the drug was very effective in erasing a person's memory, which was what he felt Tameka needed in order to keep her quiet. Hell, he was doing her a favor. She wouldn't even remember her rape, and could go on as if nothing had happened. He smiled to himself and patted himself on the back for tying up loose ends.

It had been tricky adjusting the dosage, which controlled the degree of memory loss. His contact had assured him that the recommended amount should erase two to three weeks of her memory. He had also arranged for her to receive a mild blow to the head and be discovered by a 'Good Samaritan,' who would then call an ambulance and say that they had found her at the bottom of the steps of her apartment. It was a brilliant scheme, and no one would be the wiser.

He smiled to himself. Of course, since she wouldn't remember anything about him and their agreement, he would have to reclaim the reward money he'd given her. He was glad that she'd had it on her person when she was questioned, to preclude anyone needing to search her apartment.

Just then, his cell rang and he answered it.

"What do you want?" William Hendricks snapped, clearly irritated when he saw the number on his cell.

"Sir, I have some bad news!" Matthew was saying on the other end of the line. "Your grandson and the girl are apparently back together."

"What?" William snapped. "When did that happen?"

"I don't know. He lured me to the Hannah's downtown- I should have known that it wasn't a coincidence. He then assaulted me, wanting to know who hired me to seduce her. You were smart to give me a red herring to throw out in case I needed it."

"Does he think that you did it to pay for a gambling debt?"

"Yes. I believe he fell for it" Matthew replied.

"Good." William Hendricks said, relieved. "I'm coming to Baltimore to see my son. I'll get to the bottom of my grandson's reunion with that woman. He must be a fool for sure, to take her back after she cheated on him."

"What are you going to do?" Matthew asked.

"Don't you worry about it." William Hendricks replied. "I think it's about time for you to get out of town, before something else happens. That fool Holby should have learned to control his urges. Whatever possessed him to rape that girl, in the first place? She's nothing but a tart anyway, so he didn't have to do that! He could have gotten what he wanted from her without raping her! He almost botched things up! He went too far, and now I've had to take care of his little problem and mine. With no memory, there is no court case. He'd better be glad that I'm so forgiving and accommodating!"

"What else do you want me to do?" Matthew asked.

"Just get out of town!" William snapped.

"Yes sir." Matthew replied.

William hung up the phone and sat back in his chair. He hadn't anticipated Matheson being so forgiving. He hadn't done so with the other women he'd been involved with! What was it about this girl that he didn't care that she cheated? He'd find out soon enough, when he returned to Baltimore.

                                                ((***))

Hannah hung up the phone from checking her messages. No one had called. No surprise, there. She debated on whether to go home that afternoon, as she normally did, or to stay the entire weekend.

She wished that Emilio had spent the night with her, but he had told her that he needed to go home to his daughter. She looked in the mirror, now that she was no longer a virgin, and concluded that there were no visible changes…except, maybe, the grin on her face. She giggled at her reflection.

She had been nervous, and Emilio had been very patient with her. She'd felt silly telling him that she had never seen a man naked, except in pictures, and he had undressed and walked back in forth in front of her as if he was a model.

"You like, no?" he'd asked, winking at her.

She hadn't been able to control herself, and had broken down in a fit of nervous giggles. She'd then quickly composed herself, and said in her most serious voice, "Well Sir, that thing looks dangerous to me!"

He had then come over to her, holding "it," and said "It is. It is dangerously delicious. You want some, no?"

That's what she liked about Emilio. He had a comeback for everything she threw at him, plus he had a sense of humor.

She had looked at him seriously as he stood before her, and tried not to focus on that part of him. "I don't really know what to do." She had replied, avoiding his stare. "I feel so stupid. You'll have to tell me what to do."

"You do what you want." Emilio had responded. "I have watched you these past weeks, Hannah. You like to take control sometimes. You have ordered for me in the restaurant; you have taught me things. Sex is no different. You explore, you experiment. You try things. You are not the type of woman to lie back and just take what I offer."

"You have more confidence in me than I do." she had replied, standing up. "Doesn't it bother you that I'm taller than you?" She didn't like looking down on him, which is why she had remained seated on the bed.

Emilio had laughed. Hannah was a full head taller than he was, but that didn't bother him in the least. In fact, he liked it. He had cocked his head and grinned up at her. "People are the same height in bed, no?"

Hannah had laughed at that, and sat back down. As he stood in front of her, she had reached out and gently grasped his member, eliciting a groan from him. He had then bent down and kissed her.

He had been gentle with her, and she would even say he had taken extra care. He'd moved painstakingly slowly, and part of her had wanted to snap at him to get on with it, but she'd held her tongue. She had been somewhat disappointed when it was all over, but she hadn't had the heart to tell him so. After all, it had been her first time, and maybe she had to get used to it. She'd been able to tell that he had tried to please her.

"Are you alright, Hannah?" he had asked her when it was over.

"I'm fine." she had lied.

"You are not fine," Emilio had replied patiently. "But that is OK. It was your first time. It takes time to learn a person and what pleases them. You will have to learn what pleases you and tell me what to do."

It had seemed like a tall order to Hannah. How could she tell him what to do, when she didn't know, herself? She had enjoyed his attentions, but something was missing. He had been so careful, so sweet, yet his actions had grated on her nerves a little. What was wrong with her?

Emilio had gone home about his usual time, but not before making love to her a second time. It had been better than the first time, but she still hadn't been satisfied, even though she had felt that he had tried to do all he knew how.

She now concluded that perhaps she was just too old to enjoy good sex. She sighed and stood up from her musing, deciding to shower and to go shopping before she caught her plane back to Florida, later that afternoon.

Shortly after her shower, there was a knock on the door. She exited the bathroom in her robe, and was surprised to see Emilio standing there when she cracked the door.

"What are you doing here?" Hannah asked, shocked. "I thought you had to work today."

"I do." Emilio replied, after she removed the chain and opened the door. "I just wanted to ask you if you must leave Baltimore today. I want to convince you to stay."

"I already have my ticket, Emilio. You could have called me to ask me this." Hannah replied, folding her arms across her chest and pushing the door shut. Secretly, she was glad to see him.

"I know." he replied, taking her in his arms, grinning. "I wanted to see you."

"So, now you see me." she teased, pulling her robe tighter and walking across the room. "I'll be back next week."

He followed her and grabbed her by the belt of her robe, causing it to come undone.

"Stop it, Emilio!" she shrieked, pulling the robe back together.

"Take it off, Hannah." he replied calmly, his voice deadly serious.

"I thought you had to go to work." Hannah replied, stalling. She didn't want to see his disappointment when he saw her body in the light of day. "There's no time for any hanky panky."

"There is always time for, as you say, 'hanky panky.'" Emilio replied, staring at her. "Why do you not wish for me to see you naked? Are you ashamed of your body? Last night you cut out the light. You hid under the covers. I do not like you doing this, Hannah!" He replied, his voice accusing.

Hannah fidgeted with the belt for a moment and pulled the robe tighter, sitting on the bed. Her breasts were full and sagged a little. She felt like a cow, and dreaded the disappointment she anticipated seeing in his eyes, once he viewed them in the daylight.

"You don't understand," was all she could muster, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Explain." Emilio replied, walking over to her. He watched as she pulled the belt tighter.

"I told you that my body…it's not perfect." She whispered, avoiding his eyes. "My breasts…they are large, and now they sag without a bra. My thighs and butt have cellulite. I know that it is not attractive."

Emilio roughly pulled her to her feet. "I do not like this part of you, Hannah. I do not like your insecurity. You hide your body and you criticize it. Why do you say these things?"

Before she could recover, he roughly pulled her over to the full length mirror that was in the room. He then snatched the robe open. "Now take it off." He commanded. "You are a very bad girl for trying to hide. Perhaps you need a spanking, no?"

Hannah looked at him, feeling herself become excited at the prospect of a spanking, though she didn't understand why. She slowly began to remove the robe, and he impatiently pulled it off her shoulders and threw it on the floor. He then cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples as she watched him in the mirror.

"You will not speak like this to me ever again." Emilio replied seriously, looking at her reflection in the mirror while he cupped her buttocks. "You are beautiful. Your breasts are beautiful. I do not care about imperfections; we all have them. Do you understand me, Hannah? You will not speak to me this way ever again!" His voice was commanding and firm, which excited her more.

"You will not spank me. That's just an empty threat." She snapped back at him, unsure as to why this conversation was so arousing. She stared back at his reflection in the mirror defiantly, her pulse racing.

"I will spank you and you will like it." Emilio teased gruffly.

Hannah didn't understand why, but the playful sternness of his voice, along with the mental picture of his threat dancing around in her head and his rough actions of a few moments earlier, excited her in a way that his soft caresses hadn't been able to the night before. She couldn't explain it. Now she wanted to antagonize him a bit more, as she felt her arousal increase.

"Who are you to order me around?" she replied sarcastically, her breathing labored. She turned to him and grabbed him roughly by his shirt. "So you like sagging breasts? That's a first! Next you'll be telling me you like my grey hairs down below too!"

Emilio stared at her, realizing that something had changed with Hannah in an instant. She had a hunger in her eyes now that she hadn't possessed the previous night. He could see that she wanted him, yet she was deliberately picking a fight. He knew instantly what to do.

"I will order you around, and you will like it. I am the man here!" he replied gruffly, snatching her hands from his shirt and grabbing her by the wrists.

Hannah laughed mockingly and jerked away from him, walking across the room. "If you are so much of a man, then show me, otherwise get out! I have things to do!"

He came over to her and pushed her back against the edge of the bed. "My actions are better than my English, Hannah Hendricks!" he chuckled. "I can see that you are a fighter. I am happy to oblige." Emilio pulled her to him and roughly kissed her before pushing her back on the bed.

Hannah watched anxiously as he began to undress.

"I think I'm beginning to understand you, Hannah" he said, climbing on the bed and grabbing her by her leg. He covered her body with his. Hannah struggled against him, and he began to kiss her breasts.

"You like a fight, no?" he murmured. "I can handle you, Hannah."

"No man can handle me!" Hannah declared, struggling and moaning as he held her down, his mouth moving lower.

"Ah, this we will see." Emilio chuckled. "You stopped me last night from tasting you, but I will now get what I want and you will like it." He quickly lifted her legs over his shoulders. "You will give me what I seek today, no?"

"Let go of me!" Hannah snapped half heartedly. "I don't want this!"

"Your mouth lies, Hannah." he replied, unconvinced. "You are very wet…much wetter than last night, no?" He began kissing her thighs. "I think I like your lumps and bumps and your gray pussy hairs."

"You're vulgar!" she hissed, even though she was getting hotter by the minute.

"Is it vulgar to lick the kitty as it meows to me, Hannah?" he asked mockingly. "It calls to me and I must answer."

Hannah couldn't respond as his mouth found her, sending a rushing wave of heat over her body. She had been afraid of him looking at her. Now, he had her totally open and exposed for his viewing. His tongue was probing her sensitive flesh, and she couldn't contain the moans that were escaping her throat.

Emilio chuckled triumphantly at her responses. "Talk dirty to me, my Hannah. Tell me to lick the kitty. Tell me you like it or I will stop, and you do not want me to stop, no?" Emilio asked, pausing from his torture. "Today you will cum on my mouth, my Hannah. Your fighting will help you to cum for me, no? You did not cum last night, but today I will get my reward. Your very wet kitty betrays you, Hannah! You like me eating it, no?"

"Bastard!" she snapped, as he had stopped his torture, watching her as she wiggled in his grasp. The things he was doing with his tongue and lips were driving her over the edge.

Emilio chuckled again, and blew his breath on her most sensitive flesh. Hannah moaned as he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. She had only looked at herself in a mirror- "down there" -only once, when she was a teenager, out of curiosity.

Now, he had her legs spread apart, unladylike, and he was exploring her. She could see him watching her from between her legs as he held them apart, spreading her open, kissing, licking and sucking. He paused every now and then and gave her a wink and a grin. Whatever modesty she had possessed before was now long gone. He seemed to be enjoying the fact that he had her totally exposed and vulnerable, embarrassing her with his descriptions of her most private area.

"Your clit is very big and stands at attention, my Hannah. It is hard and aching and demanding." he murmured. "You will say what I require, or I will continue to tickle it with my tongue." He then made good on his threat and returned to his torture.

Hannah groaned in defeat. His teasing tongue was driving her crazy, and her center was aching in a way that it never had before. She longed to feel him inside her, which surprised her. His tongue continued to tease her sensitive nub, while her center ached for attention from that special part of him.

"Please, Emilio" she begged. She didn't want to tell him to 'fuck her,' as she had heard Emily say once, but at least now she understood why Emily had made the demand from her brother. Emilio's tongue was torture, and if he didn't give her what she needed soon, she felt as if she would go crazy.

"Yes, my Hannah?" he asked patiently. "Is there something you want from me?"

"Do it." she whispered, not wanting to ask him directly.

"Do what, Hannah…say it!" he demanded. "Do not be ashamed to tell me what you want."

"Lick the kitty" she said, finally giving in to his request. She lowered her voice along with her pride. "Please fuck me."

Hannah gasped as he chuckled and then spread her with his fingers, probing her with his tongue. It felt as if she was melting from the inside out, and she could feel the wetness run down her buttocks. She could feel herself being drawn towards something as her body involuntarily arched upwards, but he would always stop short, frustrating her.

"Will the kitty purr back at me, Hannah?" he teased, raising his head and grinning at her. "Will you cum for me?"

"I don't know…" she confessed, embarrassed at her need for him.

"I think you do." He replied. He took her sensitive nub between his lips, sucking gently and then inserted two fingers inside her. She felt her walls grasp greedily at his fingers. Finding the sensitive bundle of nerves he sought, he caressed them with his fingers. The resulting spasms caught her totally off guard, consuming her, and Emilio was pleased to feel the spasms from her orgasm on his fingers as she called out his name several times.

"You are mine, Hannah Hendricks" he said, releasing her limp body. "I am going to enjoy taming this body of yours. I must go now, but tonight I will give you more."

Hannah looked at him, surprised. He couldn't be serious about leaving now. "I thought we were going to…you know..." her voice trailed off.

"Yes Hannah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as she watched him dress. "Did I forget something?"

She still ached for him, more than she had the previous night, but didn't want to tell him, because she didn't understand it herself.

"I want you inside me" she confessed finally.

"You said no hanky panky, remember?" he reminded her, zipping his jeans.

"How can you just leave me like this?" she spat angrily.

"Like what, my darling?" he asked innocently. "Do you need some dick? You should have told me earlier. Now you will have to wait. I have to go to work, as you have already pointed out to me."

"Asshole!" she hissed clearly frustrated.

"Tsk, tsk my Hannah." he said smiling. "How else could I be sure that you would not run off and leave me for another week? I have to be sure you will be here when I return. I will think of the sweet taste of your kitty while I work. You will think of what I have in my pants, that you ache for, no?" He walked over to the door, opened it, and then turned back grinning at her.

"I may not be here when you return!" she snapped at him. "I have a plane to catch."

"I have something you want, my Hannah. You will not leave me." He replied confidently. "I will see you tonight, no? Promise me that you will not tear my clothes off and hurt me too bad when I return, will you Hannah? I promised to bring you to meet my family. I must return home presentable after I come to get you."

"Bastard!" she snapped, realizing what he had done. How could she leave now? He hadn't mentioned that bit of information about taking her to meet his people! She silently cursed and wanted to get up, get on a plane, and leave as scheduled; but her aching center was talking back to her telling her to stay. "Bastard!" she hissed again, glaring at him as he grinned at her.

Emilio chuckled at the anger he saw on her face, realizing he had won this battle, and quietly shut the door behind him as he left her.