Chapter 4
Gabby
Gabby looked around the fine Italian restaurant and immediately felt out of place. She felt that the dress she was wearing was not up to code with the wealthy people she saw sitting around her. She wanted to crawl under a rock as she sat at the table with her father who was right at home it seemed. She didn’t get it.
She’d arrived in New York City that just a few hours ago and her father immediately suggested going out to eat at this restaurant. He told her that it was his favorite. She had no idea it was an upscale place until they arrived and she almost ran out the door. There was no way she could afford anything on the menu.
“That’s ok, sweetheart. I’ve got this,” her father said.
“Dad, how are you able to afford this?”
“I worked for a lot of years and lived well below my means,” he reminded her.
She thought a moment. It was true that her father had never really bought anything remotely expensive except booze and he stopped drinking years ago. He worked until the point he was forced to retire by his disease, so it was quite feasible he had some cash squared away, or at least enough to splurge for the occasional fancy dinner.
“Then why did you need my help with medical bills?” Gabby asked suddenly feeling used and foolish.
Her father laughed. “Ok, I guess I can’t outsmart my girl. The money was to help aunt Shelly. Your aunt Shelly finally got her settlement money from that car accident she was in last year. She doesn’t want people to know. Somehow, she feels almost guilty for taking the money. I have never been able to figure her out.”
“Oh, well I guess I’ll thank her then. She didn’t want to come with us?”
“No, she didn’t. And you’ll do no such thing. Mums the word sweetie,” her father said.
Gabby smiled. Her aunt Shelly had always been crazy, or as the family called her “eccentric”. A year ago, she’d been rear ended hard and suffered a severe back injury. It had taken a long time to get the settlement but she finally did it looked like. Her back would always be messed up to an extent, which was the reason why Shelly needed more help with her father. There would be no way she could do it alone. While Gabby was slightly annoyed that her money had been used to help aunt Shelly without her knowledge, she couldn’t blame her family for needing help.
The waiter brought them a nice bottle of red wine and poured their glasses for them being sure to give the bottle the signature twist at the end to not spill a drop down the side. Gabby thought it was fun to watch people doing small little rituals like that. For whatever reason, it had always made her feel very special. But the times had been rare.
They put their order in and proceeded to munch on bread, salad, and soup. The conversation was pretty light at first, but soon turned to more serious things, mostly at the urging of her father who had lost his ability to read the look on her face that said certain topics were off limits.
“So, what happened with Adam?” Her father asked.
Gabby groaned. It was like her mother had made a phone call ahead and told her father to talk to her about every touchy issue under the sun.
“I don’t want to talk about it, dad,” Gabby said.
“Ok,” her father said. He sipped some soup. “So, what is wrong with Adam? I heard you guys broke up? I thought you had a good thing with that kid.”
“Dad, I said I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just eat?” Gabby snapped.
From the look on her father’s face she realized that he did not remember asking her the first time. She was instantly sorry she’d snapped at him. It was so weird to see her father this way. He seemed so normal most of the time but then suddenly it would go away and he wouldn’t remember where he was or what he was doing. Shelly said it was far worse of the evening when he was tired. She said he might have a few fits today because he had not slept well last night. He was up all night with bad heartburn.
“What is your plan while you are here?” Her father asked.
“Well, I’m not sure yet. I mean I thought I’d search around and see if there are any secretarial jobs, office manager jobs; that sort of thing. At least for starters. And then I can plan my next moves accordingly after that.”
“Ok, that sounds good. You don’t need to take care of me, despite what my bat crazy sister might have told you. I can take care of myself.”
Gabby smiled. “I know you want to think that dad, but you do have an illness.”
“Aggh. Those quack doctors don’t have a clue what they are talking about.”
Gabby laughed. Her dad was still a bit of a cut up.
It was then that she noticed him. Sitting at the table right next to theirs. Did he just sit down? There was no way he was there before and she hadn’t noticed him.
Sitting there just a few feet from her was perhaps the best-looking guy she’d ever seen. He looked like a male model, only a bit more rugged. He was dressed impeccably with a beautiful suit, gold watch, several large, gold rings on the fingers of his left hand, but no wedding band. He was clean cut with short, dark hair that had been gelled and styled. He turned his head to face her and eyes caught. Gabby felt the whole room around her vanish.
His eyes were intense and dark, with a slight amber tone to them. Gabby fidgeted slightly under his gaze as she felt his eyes bore through her. His jaw was strong and straight, as if it were almost clenched. His lips twitched as a slow smile spread across his face. His body language was relaxed but economical, with no wasted movement. He seemed like the type of guy you would not want to mess with.
But he was beautiful.
Gabby quickly looked away and immediately started to get a bit nervous. She was now suddenly aware of her body and what she was doing with every single finger, every toe, and even every eye blink. It was now ten degrees hotter in the restaurant and she could feel individual droplets of sweat moving out of her body and trickling down her skin.
She wiped at her brow casually. Her father didn’t seem to notice.
“Oh, this is good food,” her father said stuffing his mouth with pasta. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a finer experience then at this restaurant.”
“How often do you come here?” Gabby asked. She glanced back over at the stranger and he caught her eye again. This time he winked act her. Gabby blushed and looked back at her father.
“It’s only my third time,” he said with his mouth full.
Gabby let out a slight laugh. As they were walking to the restaurant, her father had told her that he comes to this place at least once a week.
Gabby took another bite of her pasta and tried to steal another glance at the stranger at the other table. Why the hell could she not stop staring at him?
She wanted him so badly. It had been almost three months since she’d actually had sex with a man and she wanted him. She had stopped really being attracted to Adam about that time and though he still pressured her to make love she just wasn’t in the mood. Of course, now she knew that she just wasn’t in the mood with him.
But she was in the mood for someone. And right now, that someone was this mysterious stranger. She swallowed another bite of pasta and continued to gaze at the man.
“I’ll be right back,” the man said standing from the table and starting to head towards the back. He made a point to look in Gabby’s direction as he did, and gave her a look that dared her to follow him.
Gabby blushed. Did he want her to follow him? She quickly began to formulate a plan. She had to have this man and it had to be right now. Surprising herself, she got up from her seat.
“I’m going to the ladies room,” she said getting up from the table and walking towards the back of the restaurant.
She didn’t know what she was doing. This was the craziest thing she’d ever attempted but she had to do something. The lust inside of her was about to burst and destroy her. The pressure below her waist was ready to erupt. She was ready and primed for him.
Gabby stood in front of the ladies room door for a second and glanced around. She hoped to hell no one would see her.
The coast was clear. Gabby stepped to the men’s room door and went inside. She quickly looked around hoping that there were no other men in there. Even if they were she might just smile and nod. She was a girl on a mission and she would not be stopped.
The room was empty except for him. He was standing in front of the mirror looking over at her with a mildly amused expression on his face. Oh, he was perfect looking.
Gabby smiled and walked over close to him. He smelled delicious. She couldn’t place the cologne, but it smelled expensive. The idea of licking every inch of his skin was titillating to say the least.
Before she could even say a word or make a sound he grabbed her and pulled her close. His mouth was on hers. The lips were heavy, smooth, broader than hers massaging her mouth and injecting new life into her very being as the lust paraded through her veins. She was already so wet.
He seemed to sense this as he jerked her skirt up and yanked her panties away, ripping them at the sides and tossing them on the sink. His thick, muscular fingers were quickly inside of her thrusting. She pushed her hips onto his hand and rolled them as he used his thumb to play with her clit.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said
All Gabby to do was nod as she felt the pressure inside her body build. Gabby continued to rock her hips up and down, back and forth, aiding his arm movements as he stretched her to maximum capacity by adding the third finger. His hand was now thrusting in and out of her rapidly as his mouth continued to explore her body moving from her lips to the nape of her neck, his tongue licking gently against her skin. Her whole body began to shudder and quiver uncontrollably. He body stared to shake as a moan escaped her lips.
She glanced at the door knowing that someone was going to walk in on them at any moment. How could they not. The restaurant had been fairly busy. They were right out in the open of a multi person restaurant. The idea was so scary, and yet so sexy. She loved to think that someone could just walk in and see her being fingered in the bathroom.
“Don’t worry about the door” he said.
Gabby let her head fall back slightly as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
He pulled his fingers out of her and unzipped his pants. He quickly produced his rock-hard cock and thrust it inside of her. It was even thicker than she had imagined. And he was long too, probing all the way inside of her as deeply as her anatomy would permit and he had some left to spare.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and held on for dear life as he began to pump at her harder and harder. She felt her body teetering over the edge.
She just had to hold on…
“Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on?”
The screams snapped Gabby out of her daydream. She was sitting at the table with her father who was now standing up and yelling. No!
“Dad! It’s ok,” Gabby said. “You are with me,” she said.
“I... I don’t know!” her father began as other patrons began to take notice, including the sexy stranger in the next table.
“Dad, just calm down,” Gabby said. “I’m here. I’m going to take care of you. It’s all ok,” she repeated.
It wasn’t working.
“I’m getting out of here!” Her father said as he staggered backwards knocking over his chair and tripping over it. He quickly threw his hands out spastically to break his fall, landing on the edge of the table next them.
The commotion caused a bottle of wine to spill over, the contents aiming right at the man Gabby had been dreaming about only moments earlier. The bright red wine splashed on his dark suit, his tie, and his white shirt. The bright red stains were apparent instantly.
The man jerked out of his seat angrily. “What the hell!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! He doesn’t know what he’s doing?” Gabby said.
The man was standing there now just staring at his ruined suit as the other man steadied the contents of the table and helped Gabby’s father to his feet.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… Gabby what’s going on?”
Gabby held her dad’s hand trying to comfort him. A small sense of relief washed over her as she realized her dad recognized her again.
“It’s ok, dad.”
“Well, somebody owes me a three-thousand-dollar suit,” the man said. His voice was loud and deep, almost like a bark. His eyes were wide with rage. Gabby’s sense of relief immediately vanished.
“I’m so sorry. It was an accident. He has Alzheimer’s…” Gabby said trying to plead with him.
“Like I said he owes me a three-thousand-dollar suit. This thing is ruined. These stains will not come out.”
“He doesn’t have that kind of money,” Gabby said.
“Well, then what do you suggest?” The man said.
Gabby looked at her dad. For a moment, she thought about asking Shelly to pay for it, but it was an insane amount of money. Her settlement wasn’t that huge. She had a lot of medical bills she had to pay and while she may have had a little bit of mad money left over, there was no way this was going to be fair for her to pay for.
And Gabby knew she would have done it in a heartbeat.
“I’ll work it off,” Gabby said. “I’ll be glad to do any work you need done until you say we are square.”
The man stared at her for a moment. He was thinking it over, but he was also exasperated. He looked at her father and she saw a moment of genuine concern and sorrow spreading across the man’s face. But only for a moment. Then the glaring eyes were back.
Gabby’s knees were weak now from a mix of fear and total lust. What kind of a hold did this man have over her?
“Ok. Fine,” the man said. He pulled a business card out of his wallet, and handed it to her.
The card said Logan Brower Realty with an address.
“Be at this address tomorrow morning at eight. Do not be late.”
Gabby quickly used the credit card Shelly had lent to her father to pay the bill and the two of them got out of there as quickly as possible.
By the time, they were halfway home her father had forgotten the incident had even happened, which Gabby was thankful for. She did not want Shelly to ever find out anything about this. It was embarrassing for her father and he would never want that type of shame thrust upon him. Not to mention that Gabby hated to accept Shelly’s money for anything. Her father would have too if he was actually in his normal frame of mind. He never would have allowed Shelly to pay for his dinner at a swank restaurant.
Shortly after arriving back at the house her father fell asleep in his recliner giving her a much needed break.
Gabby’s mind was still fixated on Logan Brower. She hated how intimidated he’d made her feel and how humiliating the experience was. His reaction was not what she expected. It was an accident after all. She understood that his suit was ruined and anyone would be mad, but it did not appear that Logan Brower had any problems replacing a suit. He probably had a closet full of them judging by his expensive jewelry.
But tomorrow she was going to be working for him. She had no idea what type of chores he would have in mind for her to do. Hopefully it would not be anything too degrading or humiliating.
But at least it was work. Maybe if she did a good enough job he might actually hire her for something more in line with her education and skills. It was unlikely but worth a shot anyway.
The weirdest part was how much she still desired the man. After the way he’d reacted she still found him so sexy. The daydream she was having when her dad freaked out was the most erotic daydream she could ever remember. She was still turned on thinking about it.
There was something so animalistic, so intensely primal about this man, and his aggression and hostility were part of it. Combined with his presence and his beautiful masculine looks he was a bit of a fantasy man come to life.
She could not wait to see what tomorrow would bring her.