Chapter 2
The next morning Patty Douglas awakened following a long night's sleep. The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to look next to her on the bed, hoping to find her spirited lover, Rick.
She moaned disgustedly as a long look revealed that he was gone. Apparently he had awakened early and slipped out, as he so often did, she thought.
As she lifted her beautiful nude form from the bed and got up on her feet she observed a piece of paper perched atop a walnut table next to the bed.
Patty nodded with recognition as she observed Rick James' handwriting. Then she read the note carefully.
Dear Patty:
Had to leave early. Did not want to wake you up, since you looked so angelic and rested as you slept.
I will be on the road over the weekend contacting store proprietors in Arizona. I will not return to Los Angeles until sometime on Tuesday.
Sweet dreams and I'll be getting in touch with you first thing when I get back. Love, Rick
With mounting anger she crumbled up the note and hurled it into an empty waste basket nearby. It was getting to be a habit with her, letting Rick slip away after she had supplied him with sex.
It had been that way the last few times they had sex, and it was beginning to get on her nerves. She wasn't about to be used as a sexual pawn in the hands of a very slick and personable young man like Rick, even if they did enjoy almost perfect communion in bed.
Rick had a way of getting what he wanted, of getting her so steamed up for his sexy body that she forgot anything and everything that she had intended to bring up.
For one thing, she wanted to discuss with him the seriousness of his intentions toward her, and was determined to see to it that he did not slip off the hook, or continue to use her in the form of a beautiful mistress while shunning any lasting relationship.
She had been going with him for four months, or ever since he had joined the firm of Roberts Cosmetics. Rick had come from the East shortly after obtaining a divorce from his wife of two years. He came West for purposes of making a clean break from his past.
His roving eyes, ever eager to tune in on a beautiful face and figure in his new locale, immediately set their sights on captivating Patty Douglas, the private secretary to the president of the company, Mr. David Roberts.
They began dating immediately, with Patty falling for Rick's advances almost at the outset of their relationship. Patty, some seven years younger than Rick at twenty-two, had never been married, and had conscientiously played the field both in high school and after she got out, beginning her work life at Roberts Cosmetics.
She always remembered what her mother had told her when she was blossoming into the beautiful woman she was later to become in high school, when the young men all around her were paying considerable attention to her.
"You're a beautiful girl, honey, so don't spoil your chances for a good man and a good marriage by having fun with the wrong man or men," she warned.
The words reverberated through Patty's brain as she got up and dressed, preparing to fix herself breakfast. It was Saturday and she was just as happy that she didn't have to go to the office. For one thing, she was disturbed about Rick once more getting off the hook at a time when she was eager to boil him down to specifics concerning their relationship.
Perhaps she had given in too easily, she thought. After all, she knew very little about Rick. Except for one thing, that is. She was strongly attracted to him from the moment they met. And she had allowed herself to be literally swept off her feet for the first time in her life. The cool girl who had had only a few transitory affairs in her life had fallen in love with Rick.
Since he was gone for the weekend she knew that Saturday and Sunday would pass slowly, as would Monday as well. She would be literally holding her breath until his return on Tuesday.
It went even slower than she had anticipated, and on Saturday and Sunday evenings she got to" thinking about him when she was in bed. She envisioned his captivatingly graceful form, and she envisioned those smooth grinding hips before her, grinding out a steady beat as he slipped his penis eagerly into her.
Patty became so aroused just thinking of him that, on both occasions, her fingers instinctively went to work in her vagina, probing eagerly until she orgasmed.
It was not until Tuesday afternoon that she felt a measure of relief. As she sat in Mr. Roberts' office taking dictation, Rick came swaggering into the office in his most confident gait. Immediately she felt tingles of sensation between her legs, and as he entered Mr. Roberts' private office a big smile lit up her face.
"Good news, sir, I've opened up five new markets in the Phoenix area," Rick began eagerly.
"Nice going," Dave Roberts jumped up from the desk and slapped Rick on the back happily.
The two men discussed business for the next few minutes. Once the conference broke up and Rick was on his way out of the office, he leaned over and whispered in Patty's ear:
"I'll call you tonight."
She nodded smilingly, looking forward with great anticipation to seeing him again. The rest of the day spun by quickly, after which Patty drove immediately home.
As she crept through the late afternoon Los Angeles freeway traffic she began thinking searchingly about what she had reflected on for most of the past weekend-she just couldn't let things drag out anymore between herself and Rick. She couldn't allow him to think he could take liberties with her without any serious commitment on his part.
She had told herself that very same thing more times than she cared to remember, and to date she hadn't aired matters. Patty realized what caused her to weaken under pressure. The pattern would always be the same. She would form a get tough attitude in her own mind and plan to have her showdown. Then Rick would melt her with passionate utterances or actions.
Tonight, she realized, she couldn't be melted again. Not if she wanted to get the worries and doubts out of her system and clear the air once and for all. As difficult as it might be to hold back the impulse to throw herself into his arms after he had returned from several days out of the city, it was imperative to keep her cool.
She was watching the television news just a few minutes after arriving at her apartment when the phone rang. It was Rick on the other end.
"Hope you haven't had dinner," he began. "No, I was waiting to hear from you."
"Good. Well hang on. I'll pick you up in a few minutes and I'll take you out."
"I've got a better idea," she said. "Let's hear it, baby."
"How about me fixing a couple steaks for us over at my place. By the time you get over they oughta be ready. Steak, baked potatoes with sour cream, sherry to drink. How does it sound?"
"You talked me into it."
"I thought I would. I know what you like."
"Yeah, I like you. See you, baby."
"Goodbye," she hung up the phone.
For the next few minutes Patty remained busy fixing dinner. She was determined to have her important conversation with Rick under the most favorable of circumstances. And as she put the finishing touches on the meal she silently drilled herself like a general would drill soldiers prior to entering battle on the importance of maintaining a solid front and not weakening.
When he arrived with a bouquet of roses, which he thrust dramatically into her hands with a smile, she leaned forward and delivered a kiss of gratitude on his lips.
Immediately she was aroused. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Rick's penis hardening beneath his trousers. Then she broke the kiss and stepped back immediately, knowing that if things were to persist much further they would soon be in the throes of a sex act.
Rick looked a little disappointed, but once he settled down to a sumptuous dinner, appeared placated. Several times during the course of the meal Patty observed him stealing quick glances at her legs under the table. His body would also shift restlessly on occasion, cluing her in on the fact that he was highly aroused.
Once the dinner was completed they settled back and had one last glass of sherry. By that time Rick's will was weakening and an impatience swept across his face. He wanted sex and he wanted it fast, a fact of which Patty was well aware.
When he reached beneath the table and let his fingers sweep lustily beneath her dress and up her leg, she knew it was a case of either stopping him at that point or completely giving in to his advances.
For a moment she thought about giving in, letting him have his release, and then conversing with him. But as she thought about that possibility some more she recognized that that was the same strategy she had been following before, and that to date it hadn't worked.
As painful as it was, since her own emotions were aroused and she would just as soon have let him take her into the bedroom, she pulled her leg away, suddenly and dramatically.
"What's the matter?" a startled Rick asked.
"There's something . . . there's something we've got to talk about," she told him as she got up from the table and walked toward the sofa, sitting down.
"Can't it wait until.. . " Then he looked down between his legs, reaching toward his penis and stroking the outline of his pants suggestively.
"No, we must talk now," she decided to remain firm.
He walked over toward the sofa, sat down next to her, and began kissing her ear sexily, doing his best to eliminate her resistance. But this time she was not about to be dissuaded by him.
"Please, Rick, we must talk," she startled even herself by telling him forcefully.
"Okay, we'll talk," he settled back into the sofa, startled by her sudden aggressiveness.
Patty took a deep breath, heaved a sigh, and moved slowly toward the problem at hand.
"I've got to know where you stand, Rick," she confronted him directly, her heart palpitating under the pressure of the moment.
"About what, baby? I dig you and give you all the loving you can handle. Matter of fact, I'm for doing it more often than you. I'd like to be doing it right now. I take you out, show you a good time, keep you happy in bed and out. Isn't that good enough?"
"No, I'm talking about more," she continued determinedly. "I want to know what you real intentions are toward me. Just what do you plan to do?"
"I don't know what you mean," he shrugged.
"I mean, I'm talking about long term plans," she leaned forward, a little tensely. "Are you planning on getting truly serious with me? I'm not the kind of woman who just goes to bed with any man."
"No, and I'm not just any man," he grinned.
"You know what I'm driving at. Are you planning to ask me to marry you?" Her heart pulsated rapidly as she finished, and she was surprised that she had drawn herself out this fast. Now it was up to him to react.
"What is this, a courtroom?" he looked at Patty strangely, becoming piqued over her questioning. "You'd think I was being cross-examined in a court of law."
"It's important to a girl that she not be used."
"Did anybody ever force you into bed with me?"
"That isn't the point," she snapped back, her face reddening. "Isn't it?"
"No, it's not. Yes, I went to bed with you, but only because I believed that you were serious about me."
"I am serious. I prove that every time I take you to bed, and I'll be glad to prove it to you right now if you'll let me." At that point he moved his body over toward her. He threw an arm around her, but she ducked out of the way, jumping to her feet.
"No, I want to thrash this out right now," she said angrily, her face flushed with near rage. "I will not be used as a mistress. If you don't consider me marriage material then I'm not interested in having anything more to do with you."
"Oh, honey, you're great marriage material, but it's just that I'm not in the mood to get married again, at least for a long time," he explained. "I'll tell you something. I think you're the best girl of all the girls I'm screwing right now. I think you're the best looking and the best fuck. You've got a lot of passion, but it'll take a lot more than that to have me get married. Now why can't you take me as I am? I was good enough for you before."
His words cut her like a knife. She had forced a showdown and had heard the very words she had hoped she would not. In addition, he had even volunteered the information that he was having sex with other women as well, along with the revelation that he was not intending to consider marrying her.
"Get out of here and never come back," she shrieked. Her body shook and tears fell from her eyes.
"Honey, you're being perfectly ridiculous. Let's go to bed and have a good fuck. Things always look better after that."
"Never. Never again," she said adamantly. "Get out of here and never come back."
"You're being perfectly silly."
"You heard me. If you don't leave I'll call the police."
He shook his head disgustedly, got up from the sofa, and headed toward the door, never saying another word.
When he closed the door behind him she had a good long cry.