Chapter Seven
ALICIA
After I hung up with Adam, I showered and dressed. I was nervously waiting for David to call back. When he did, I told him what Adam said and the little bastard laughed.
“Afraid to meet me alone, are you? I find that laughable, considering the people you’ve been keeping company with lately. They are quite a collection of murderers and thieves.”
“When and where?” I wasn’t in the mood to engage him in his mind games.
“Friday morning, six a.m., at the café attached to the Motel 6 off of Highway 414.”
“Okay, we’ll be there.” I hung up quickly. For some reason, talking to that man made me feel dirty.
After breakfast, my mother and I went out to do some more Christmas shopping. We planned to meet my father at the Met just before two, and then I would go into the office and hopefully spend the afternoon getting some work done.
We had yet to hear back from the judges on our open cases. I didn’t even know if I had cases any longer or if we’d be thrown out or reassigned. I also had to call Miles IV. That was not a conversation I was looking forward to at all. I did my best to put it all out of my mind for the duration of the morning. For the most part, I did a good job and we had a nice time. Mother is an acquired taste, but I do love her, and I realized having her all to myself for a few hours that I’d really missed times like that.
I dropped her at the Met at one-thirty, so she and Daddy could find their seats before the show began. My father had used a car service and the driver would be picking them up and returning them to the apartment after the show. I made plans to meet them back there for dinner that evening after I finished up at work. I headed downtown to the office from there; traffic was light and I made it there in only fifteen minutes.
When I arrived, I wasn’t surprised to find Carla hard at work at her desk. I opened my office door, expecting to see the same mess I had last time. I should have known better. With Marie and the housekeeping staff’s help, Carla had scrubbed and shined every visible piece of furniture. The carpet had been cleaned and the place looked and smelled like brand new. I could almost forget what had happened the day before until I began sorting through the messages Carla had left on my desk. Just as I was about to start returning calls, my phone rang. Not waiting for Carla, I picked up the call,
“Alicia Winston,”
“Hi, it’s your boss, and your fiancé, though not necessarily in that order,” Adam said on the other end. “Do you have time to come up to the roof?”
“Excuse me?” I said with a giggle. “The roof?”
“Yes, please,” was his simple reply, and then he hung up. I looked at the phone in my hand in disbelief.
I took the service elevator to the top of the building and then the stairs to the roof access. The building was thirty stories tall, and the view was beautiful above the line of smog that usually hung over the city. I looked around for Adam, and found him standing next to a small folding table. It was covered with a white linen tablecloth that held a vase in the center with a beautiful red rose. On either side of that sat two covered silver serving trays, and a basket of bread that smelled so fresh it made my mouth water.
“What is all of this?”
Adam bowed slightly at the waist and said, “Your lunch is served, my lady.” He pulled out my chair, and I sat down. I was smiling so hard it almost hurt. I couldn’t believe with all he was going through that he had done this for me.
Adam sat across from me and clapping his hands gently twice, he summoned our waiter. It was Romaletti’s best waiter. He came right over and removed the tops from our trays. My senses were assaulted at once by the delicious aroma of shrimp linguini. The waiter popped the cork on a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass.
When I looked at Adam, he said, “I think we deserve just one glass, Tony here has coffee for us afterwards.”
“Well, in that case…” I lifted my glass. Adam lifted his, as well, and as we clinked them together he said,
“To us.”
“To us,” I agreed.
Before Tony discreetly disappeared, he lit an outdoor furnace that must have been brought out for the occasion. Adam had thought of everything. We dined and made small talk about my visit thus far with my parents, both of us were careful to leave the serious talk for later.
After we finished our entrée, Tony reappeared with dessert. Although I had thought I’d not be able to eat another bite, the chocolate volcano Tony sat before me with a steaming cup of coffee on the side proved too much to resist. After we finished dessert, a soft music began playing and Adam stood and asked, “May I have this dance?”
I gave him my hand, and we danced slowly to the music, both of us trying to live only in this moment. As the music came to an end, Adam kissed me softly. That one soft kiss ignited a passion in us both, and Adam led me over to the side of the roof where a small tent had been set up. I raised an eyebrow.
“I was hoping…”
I smiled and nodded, and he led me inside. The music started up again as he lay me down on a soft air mattress covered with a feather blanket. He kissed my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, and my ears before starting on my neck. He nuzzled his face into my soft flesh, causing me to moan.
My moans urged him on, and he began to unbutton my blouse slowly, kissing each part of my chest as he did so. He kissed and tickled my stomach softly with his tongue as he pushed away the fabric of my blouse, running his fingers softly across the tops of my breasts. I arched my back, and he slipped his hand underneath me, unhooking my bra and allowing my breasts to escape. He moved his mouth back up and used it to set my body on fire.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I began to pull at the fabric of Adam’s shirt and pants. I suddenly needed to feel his hot flesh against mine. He stood up and stripped down as I finished doing the same.
Neither of us felt the cold as we lit our own fire in each other’s bodies, making love that went from soft and gentle to passionate and urgent. When we finished, our bodies were glistening with sweat – in New York City in December at the top of a thirty story building.
I lay there in Adam’s arms, never wanting this day to end. Unfortunately, however, it would have to. I promised my parents I’d be home for dinner with them, and I couldn’t disappoint them. I had a sudden idea though.
“How’d you like to come to dinner tonight and meet the parents?” I asked Adam.
The look he gave me was almost comical. “Really?”
“Yes, really, I think it’s about time, don’t you?”
Adam sat up and scratched his head. “Well, since I just ravaged their daughter out in the open in broad daylight I suppose I do owe them at least a meeting.”
I laughed. “I think we should leave that part out of the conversation tonight, okay?”
“Okay, if you insist,” Adam said with a grin. “I’ll have to come up with another opener.”
I pulled him back down and kissed him hard. “Thank you so much for all of this; it was so wonderful,”
“You are very welcome,” he said. “When all of this craziness has passed, we’ll do things like this all the time, I promise.” Then, turning more serious he continued, “Will you really still want to marry me if we have to start over?”
I propped myself up on one elbow. “Of course I will. I hope you know that money and power are not what’s important to me here. I want to be with you. We can work on the rest of it together, right?”
“Right,” he said with a smile. “Thank you.”
After we dressed and straightened up a bit, we went back inside. Tony had somehow cleared up the table and the dishes while we were…otherwise engaged. I was suddenly embarrassed at the thought that maybe he heard us. I’d forgotten all about him.
“What are you thinking?” Adam asked me. “You’re blushing.”
“I was just wondering if Tony…”
“He’d be too discreet to say so if he did,” Adam assured me.
“I know,” I said, still just a little embarrassed, but thinking it had been worth it either way.
Once I got back to my office, I managed to get a few calls returned and some paperwork done before having to leave for dinner with my parents. I hadn’t been able to reach Miles. Although I wasn’t looking forward to talking to him, I really just wanted to get it over with. I left him messages on his cell, at his home, and at both of the offices I had numbers for. He still hadn’t called back by the time I left to go home.
I stopped by Adam’s office on my way out and quickly filled him in on my second conversation with David that morning. I told him where David wanted to meet. “That is the hotel where the Feds are keeping him, right?”
“Yes, that was where Brett had told me he was,” I said.
“Well, at least we know it will be safe,” Adam smiled. “We’ll be surrounded by law enforcement.”
“Comforting,” I said, somewhat sarcastically. The whole situation felt so covert and surreal to me. I really, really just wanted things to go back to normal.
I made it home around five thirty. My parents had had a terrific time at the show and were both in a very good mood, even my mother. I had the shrimp from the night before still marinating. I put it under the broiler and prepared rice pilaf and asparagus to go with it. My mother came in to help set the table, and that was when I told her that Adam would be joining us. She almost seemed sincere as she said, “Oh, how nice.”
I added some fresh sliced fruit to a bowl of whipping cream and put it in the freezer to set for dessert. Lastly, I picked a bottle of white wine that I knew both of my parents liked. As I was setting the basket of sourdough bread out, the doorbell rang. I heard Daddy call out that he would get it, and I said to myself, “Here we go…”