Page 8 of Shameless
I massaged her back and said, “Britney, this is my sister I spoke to you about.”
She backed into me, her face ashen, and her curves set me off as she said, “My lady.”
Bernadette blinked and stared at her then at me. “Hmm, I see your taste in women hasn’t changed much, brother.”
Britney crossed her arms. “Pardon me. I’m having a bad day. I don’t need some pretentious bitch in my face right now.”
My sister winced. Britney’s fighting spirit was what had drawn me to her. She shone like a beacon of light in full color which was the opposite of everyone I knew that blurred into faceless beings with never ending, polite banter. Britney’s backbone was absolutely needed in my cutthroat world.
I gazed down and said, “Bernadette, let’s meet for breakfast tomorrow at nine at Café Sabarsky.”
“Very well.” She nodded then gave Britney a pinched glare without another word.
Britney waved Bernadette off with a hand gesture. We then scurried off to Britney’s building and waved at the doorman, who knew me.
Once we were alone in the elevator, she said, “So that was your family you’re hiding out from.”
As we rode up together, I nodded. “You made quite a first impression.”
She let out a laugh. “It would have been better if you told me right off instead of holding back, but I’m still reeling from today. And I hate that you think I want you for your money.”
As we made it to her door, I said, “I accept that.”
She unlocked it then held the door open. “It’s never that easy. Are you coming in?”
Being inside her place was the closest thing to being in heaven. We made no sense except that when I was with her, I was myself.
I nodded and said, “Yes.”
She closed and locked the door behind me. Then she took off her shoes and said, “I don’t want your money. I’ll sign whatever we need to ensure what’s yours is yours.”
“It’s not necessary.”
“It is. I’m not a gold digger. I shouldn’t have cared what the partners thought of you when you were a butler. Denying myself… getting to know you because I was so focused on a stupid job is pretty low.”
“It’s okay,” I said.
Britney seemed tense. She turned and pointed me to her dress zipper. As I opened it, she said, “So I asked the doctor if sex was off the table now, and he said I’d be fine.”
Maybe it was better this way. I reached for the buttons of my shirt as I asked, “So take off my clothes?”
She tugged off her maxi dress and let it fall to the floor as she walked into her bedroom. “Talking is absolutely the last thing we need to do right now.”
I was hard and ready for her.
We needed to talk, but I left my clothes in a trail just as she had, so when we neared her bed, we were naked.
I met her gaze. “Britney…”
She waved me closer. “What?”
My heart pounded. I ached for her. “You’ve fascinated me since the day we met.”
“I’ve only had eyes for you too, Michael,” When I neared her, she kissed me.
My hands ran up and down her body. She was wild, uncontrolled, and mine, and she wasn't just in it for my money and title.
Her ass squeezed, and I lowered myself to kiss her neck and chest. I suckled on her nipples as she ran a hand through my hair. She lay back on the bed, and I kissed her belly, which would soon be round with child.
