Chapter 2 #2
Roxanne checked her Rolex and took a deep breath. “He certainly is.” The party would be winding down soon.
“I noticed you haven’t spoken to him all night,” Laura prompted. “And I know you worked hard to charm the wallets out of the pants and purses of everyone else tonight.”
Roxanne laughed. “Just doing my job.” It was time she talked to Brian. She’d been chicken long enough. “But you’re right. I’m going to remedy that right now.” She zeroed her gaze in on him and walked toward him, but she was stopped before she got there.
“I realize you don’t know me, but I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Kevin Moroni, sports writer with the Boston Globe.” He put out his hand. “I know who you are. In fact, didn’t I read somewhere in the paper that you were recently widowed?”
The reporter’s freckled face and youthful appearance gave him a Mr. Nice Guy look. She imagined he did very well interviewing people
“Yes, I bet you did—along with all kinds of other juicy insinuations I’m sure.
Let me guess, you would like to know if any of it is true?
Are you going to ask me if I murdered my husband, Mr. Moroni?
” Never allowing her eyes to waver from his, she knew she easily outdid the man in the bold approach department and waited for his next move.
“No, no. Of course not,” he said, his face reddening.
“Of course not. Then what exactly is it you want to know, Kevin?” She leaned the slightest bit closer. He seemed to stand a little taller.
“I understand you’re running the show here?”
“That depends.” She waited for his response. His mouth was open but it took him a few seconds to actually speak.
“Depends on what?” he finally asked. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped.
“On what you mean by ‘the show,’ of course.” She sharpened her smile.
She assumed he’d be asking questions about her late husband and her alleged fortune hunting like all the media lately.
Red-faced, he gave a nervous, weak laugh and opened his mouth, but he was saved from having to continue when Brian’s deep voice interrupted them. Roxanne turned around.
“Trying to make time with the lady, Kevin? Let me give you some advice: Give it up.”
She was about to speak until she looked up and met his intense blazing eyes.
She felt vulnerable, standing there before Brian.
She wondered what he thought of her; if he thought she was some kind of Jezebel, or if he knew the truth—that she was a widow.
Roxanne shook her head to clear her thoughts.
She had to stop this drifting. She must grab hold of life; grab hold of the present.
She grabbed hold of Brian Dennis instead.
Putting her arm through his, she transferred her attentions completely from the baffled reporter to Brian.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you…” She trailed the sentence off with the suggestion that what would follow was for his ears only.
Kevin Moroni got the hint. He excused himself and left in a rush.
Roxanne laughed with a shake of her head.
There went another man with a terrible first impression of her.
If she kept it up, she would certainly never have to worry about getting involved with any man—at least not any decent or sane man.
“Did I scare him or did you?” Brian looked down into her eyes and asked her. Her arm was still hooked through his and he didn’t seem to mind so she led him toward the door.
“It doesn’t matter. I think he was up to no good.”
“Where are we going?” He stopped her when they got to the coatroom.
She responded with a lift of her brow. Brian Dennis didn’t need to be hit over the head to get the point. The quick intake of his breath and the slight quirk of his mouth told her that he understood exactly what she had in mind.
“First I’d like an answer.” He withdrew himself from her grasp and leaned back against the wall with his arms folded, looking for all the world like he’d wait till doomsday for an answer, and like he half expected he may well have to wait.
“To what?” Roxanne stood squarely in front of him, close but not touching, with her own arms folded and her feet spread apart.
“You know. But I’ll spell it out for you, seeing that you like to play games so much. Why did you let me think you were married?”
They stood leveling smoldering stares at each other. Roxanne’s pulse picked up and her blood felt like flames running through her veins. She couldn’t remember the last time a man made her feel this way.
“No reason. Except maybe I thought I should try and stay out of trouble ever since that night the police found my husband dead and everyone but them has accused me of murdering him. Does that answer your question?” She offered him a satisfied smile while he mulled over her answer.
“Not exactly, but it’ll do. Your place or mine?” He lifted himself from against the wall and reached one arm out around to the small of her back, his fingertips skimming over her bottom.
It was her turn to be surprised, but only for a moment and then she laughed and let him guide her toward the front door.
“Your place. But first I have to take care of a few last minute details with Laura,” Roxanne said, excusing herself from Brian.
When she found Laura they went to speak to the manager and sign off on some invoices.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Laura. Everything has gone very smoothly. People will be leaving in a short while. You can handle the rest of the evening. Harry is here.” Roxanne turned to leave. Laura and her boss Harry could handle the rest of the night.
“What about your resolve to stay away from men? I see you’re not even wearing your wedding band anymore.” Laura noticed. “Where are you going with Brian Dennis anyway?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.” Roxanne shrugged a shoulder at her friend and turned to leave with a wave. She didn’t want to explain why Brian was exempt from her man-moratorium. Mostly because she hadn’t figured out why.
“I’m not worried about him, but Roxy, he is the star attraction of the party…and tomorrow’s golf tournament.”
“Don’t worry.” Roxanne left her friend with a reassuring wink then headed out to meet with Brian in the entry hall.
Some fans had found him and he was signing autographs when she caught up with him.
He smiled at the young man when he gave him back his pen and paper and then whisked Roxanne out the door without a pause.
The valet stepped up to serve them, but Brian waved him off as he stepped off the curb and crossed to the VIP parking lot.
Neither of them spoke as he led her to his car.
He opened the door to the driver’s side and she got in and slid over.
He followed her. Barely in the car, he took her into his arms with both hands.
She let him hold her tight. His mouth came down on hers in a hard kiss.
The raw need of his strong hold, his moist lips, and thrusting tongue was stunning.
But even in her absence of recent experience, the thrill of exciting a man to this height of passion brought Roxanne to respond openly, inviting him for more.
He moved his hands down over her body, pushing the silk of her dress away from the silk of her skin. His mouth moved from her lips to suck at the hot, sensitive skin of her neck. It had been too long since she felt this powerful throbbing excitement. Maybe it had never been this exciting.
Then he pulled away from her, slowly raising himself upright as if any quicker movement would overtax his laboring body.
She watched him, motionless. Without saying a word, he drew his eyes from hers and pressed the ignition.
Another man, she thought, would have felt the need to explain such quick and bold passion.
But for some reason, the fact that he didn’t brought a smile to her lips.
He seemed to study her face. “That sexy smile of yours is going to drive me crazy. It’s not quite an invitation—more like a dare.”
She laughed. With his eyes blazing, he leaned toward her, threatening to kiss her again.
Then they heard the loud voice of David McCall. Brian groaned and laid his head on the steering wheel in mock defeat.
“Hey Brian—you coming or going?”
“Going.”
“No kidding? Why don’t you stay for a few minutes? I’m just getting here.” Dave’s voice was getting closer to the car and so Brian opened the door and got out to talk to his teammate.
“Not tonight Dave. I have a special date to keep.”
Dave peered in the car and nodded at her. He seemed a little surprised, Roxanne thought, and she wondered why. Brian clipped the conversation short and got back into the car.
“See you on the golf course Monday, Dave. Have fun tonight.” Brian dismissed him.
“Not as much fun as you!” Dave shouted as they drove off.
While he drove the huge Caddy as if it were a Volkswagen, headed for the highway to his home in Weston, Brian was quiet.
He pressed the audio tab on the car’s control screen and they listened to the mellow whining of a saxophone.
Roxanne sat back in her seat, taking the opportunity to study his face.
He looked older than his years. The creases around his mouth were deep with use.
He had the classic features of a dark, brooding Irishman, from the vivid blue eyes, the dark wavy hair, down to the strong dimpled chin.
If he hadn’t been a basketball star, she supposed he could have easily been a movie star.
Roxanne laughed at herself out loud. Brian looked at her and only shook his head.
If he thought her behavior strange, she couldn’t tell.
He asked no questions as they pulled into his driveway.
Once inside his home, Roxanne took in the slick décor of his living room and was impressed. Plush rugs were scattered about the massive room, the vaulted ceiling was sparkling white, punctuated by skylights. A gray stone fireplace took up one entire wall.
The plump leather sectional looked inviting and Roxanne decided to make herself comfortable.