It was the worst idea she had ever had in her life, Vivian Sanchez thought as she cleaned up the counter.
It was unethical, unprofessional and she wouldn't be surprised if her plan didn't go as she wanted it to, but she was desperate and she had to try. At this point, she was willing to risk her current job just to have a minute to talk to Scott McCall.
He was with a young lady… Vivian guessed he was on a date, but that wouldn't stop her either. This was a chance she was sure she wouldn't get again, and she wouldn't let anything or anyone stop her.
Scott McCall was an incredibly handsome man, and she was sure that women threw themselves at him every chance they got, but that wasn't why she wanted to speak to him tonight. He wore formal attire… a black suit with a white shirt underneath, and he looked so intimidating, Vivian thought as her gaze fell in his direction where he sat at a table with the lady who clung to him like a life support.
Whatever the outcome was tonight, at least she'd know that she tried. She made an effort… and that was all that mattered.
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Twisting his fingers, Scott McCall raised his powerful arms above his head and stretched. He was bored as fuck. As he stretched, the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt slid a little further up over his bunched muscle.
He noticed the look his date sent in his direction and brought his hands down again, laying them flat on the top of the table. Without realizing that he was even doing it, he began drumming two of his fingers on the smooth surface of the table. It was the only outward sign that he was irritated.
The woman seated next to him was Elizabeth Smith. She was a model. Cool, attractive and sophisticated. Her coolness was one of the qualities which had first attracted him to her. She was one of the top models in the country and no one could deny that she was a very beautiful lady.
She was not married, Scott made sure of that as he hated drama and tried as much as he could to avoid it. When they’d met, her unwillingness to get into any sort of relationship with him had fascinated him. She seemed to not care about dates, and that had intrigued Scott… mostly because it never happened. Women threw themselves at him all the time, including very beautiful ones just like Elizabeth.
But over the months Scott had observed that Elizabeth's act of playing hard to get was part of a game. It was her plan to play hard to get and make him chase her… And for a while it had worked. She had sparked his interest and he had gone after her.
When Scott finally figured her out, he didn't leave or confront her about it. Instead he allowed himself to join in the game. He wanted to see how far Elizabeth was willing to take it. He knew that she wanted to marry a wealthy man.
That was funny because he wasn't really thinking about marriage to anyone. He had seen people get married only to get divorced years later, and most of them even became enemies to one another, so he asked himself what the point was anyway. Wasn't it just better to stay single while enjoying the benefits of being in a relationship? As for having kids, people didn't have to be married to have children. There were other alternatives and he planned to check them out when he was ready.
Even if he ever got married, Scott figured the best kind of woman for someone like him was a woman who didn't expect him to be at her beck and call. He was a busy man and he had no time for that. He needed a woman who made few emotional demands.
He would want a woman who had a life of her own. Not a woman whose entire life revolved around him… Not some clingy, needy female who couldn't do anything without him. He was very sure any sort of relationship with a woman like that would never last, and if he ever got married, he didn't want to get divorced… ever. He didn't see the point of getting married only to get divorced later. It made no sense and sounded like a waste of time… and he hated to waste time. Time was money in his books.
Elizabeth seemed to be that kind of woman. In fact, she seemed to fit almost all his exacting criteria. She had her own life. Her modeling career took her places and sometimes she was gone for weeks… so that meant he didn't have to be with her all the time. He'd have time for himself. She also wasn't too emotional or clingy and Scott counted that as a plus.
Ignoring the gazes of people, Scott stood up and walked into the ballroom, leaving Elizabeth Smith still seated. There was a time when he was fascinated with Elizabeth, but not anymore. Now, almost everything about her bored him to death. Which proved to him once more, that a long term commitment such as marriage wasn't for him. The women in the room followed his progress with hungry eyes as he continued to walk while looking around.
The ballroom was filled with scented blooms, and chandeliers dripped their diamond lights… It was so beautifully decorated, he thought as he watched people. Most of them were in groups chatting about God knows what.
He didn't fail to notice the stares he got, or the fact that one or two people tried to stop him so they could have a conversation with him, but he simply responded with a short greeting or nod and continued on his way. Now that he was a multimillionaire, people of his tax bracket and social sphere, damn near scraped their chins on the floor with all the bowing and kowtowing they directed his way. Money and power had that peculiar effect. He was thinking that he couldn't wait for it to be over when a soft, timid voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Excuse me, would…. Would you like me to get you a drink, sir?"
Scott McCall turned to find a waitress standing by his side and staring up at him. For a brief moment, he just stared at her. She had a nice voice, he found himself thinking for some reason. She looked so unsure of herself and her voice was as faint as a breath on a still summer's day. She was chewing at her bottom lip as if she hadn't eaten a meal in quite a while. His eyes moved over her. She had long dark hair which was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. A fringe of black hair swept over her forehead and dark-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, but it didn't hide the strong lines of her face, the sharp cheekbones, the beautiful, innocent eyes or the lush curves of her mouth.His eyes wandered lower, and he found himself staring even harder. In her simple waitress uniform which consisted of a white shirt and black pants which hugged her body perfectly, she stood out. Even in those clothes, he could see that she was curvy. Her waist was slim and judging by her hips, he kn
Vivian got the glasses of water and approached Scott McCall for the second time that night. She tried to put herself in check, but it was difficult not to react to him on so many different levels. The man had an imposing presence. Obviously, the years had not just been kind to him, they had treated him with the deference usually only given to the chosen few. He was incredibly handsome and good looking, and judging by how confident he was,he knew it too. His body was lean and lithe, his skin kissed with the faintest tan. His wavy hair was black and thick and his dark eyes were narrowed and watchful. He looked—not exactly unfriendly, but he didn't look like someone who played a lot either. His eyes were the blackest she had ever seen, and his lips looked hardened as if he pissed just by being in the ballroom. Vivian tried not to focus on his hard, muscular body or finely shaped jaw. He had a certain cool distance and carried about him the unmistakable aura of a man with power radiatin
Scott didn't reply, because he had absolutely no idea who this lady was or what she was up to. All he knew was that she had served him at the party… and he knew that because he'd noticed her - more than he cared to admit. There had been a few seconds when she came to him where he had very weird thoughts about her but he'd dismissed them almost immediately. He narrowed his eyes and let his eyes sweep over her, still wondering what was going on. She didn’t look like the kind of woman capable of any kind of elaborate or evil plan. The expression on her face was pale and sad, and it made him study her more closely. Made him want to hear what she had to say. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked as if she was scared and fighting the urge to run out of the room. His eyes roamed again to her breasts as they heaved up and down with her rapid breathing and he hated the way his body reacted. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded stiffly, clenching his fists together. "And what the hell are y
Vivian understood why he would think that, but she never considered or thought in that direction at all, but now that he mentioned it, she realized that that was how it actually looked to him… and how it would look to everyone else. "Then why are you here if my assumption is wrong?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts. "I… I wanted to ask you for a job at your company. Vivian blurted out. She had to tell him that truth. Anything was better than him thinking that she had snuck into his room to have sex with him. The thought alone made her shudder. She had never had a one night stand with anyone and she wasn't going to start now with a stranger for that matter. Scott McCall looked at her like she'd made a weird statement, and it probably was now that she heard herself say it out loud, but then he moved to the table nearby and poured himself some scotch, then he turned back to her. "Drink?" he asked. Vivian shook her head. She had to think straight and drinking wouldn't help her in
Two weeks later… Scott McCall walked into his office suite. He had been away from the office on a business trip and he knew that he would have a lot of work to do. He said a cheerful good morning to the receptionist but stopped when she practically ran out of her seat and came to stand in front of him. Scott immediately noticed the concerned expression on her face.He frowned. "Is something wrong, Betty?" he asked. “You shouldn’t go to your office right now,” Betty said quietly to him. Scott's frown only became deeper. He raised an eyebrow when she offered no further explanation for her statement. “Why the hell should not?” he demanded, not minding his language.Betty pointed in the direction of his office. “Because… she's in there.” she replied. "And she looked really pissed." Scott followed her gaze and then looked back at her and her eyes which were weirdly wide open. He almost sighed loudly. He didn’t have time for stuff like this early in the morning. He looked back at Betty
Scott just stared at her. Part of him wanted to ask her how her brain actually functioned, but he already knew the answer to that. Elizabeth didn't care about anything or anyone. She only listened to herself and whatever she thought was true, she took as fact. Nothing anyone said mattered to her. Did she really think that he'd slept with the waitress? “I do not have the time for this, Elizabeth,” he said, as he opened his briefcase, hoping that she'd just go away. His wish didn't come true. "Of course you don't, but you had enough time for her" Elizabeth fired back. Her voice was getting louder and Scott knew that he had to put a stop to it. "For God's sake," he drawled. "Do you really think so little of me that you'd believe that I would just sleep with a waitress who snuck into my room? What the hell do you take me for, Elizabeth? A man who has so little control over his body? Is that really how you see me?" Elizabeth folded her hands around her body as she glared at him. From
"Hello," Vivian said awkwardly, wondering who it was. "Well, hello to you too, Miss Sanchez" Vivian wasn't sure whose voice she expected to hear, but it certainly wasn't the deep, baritone one she heard on the other line. Even without him introducing himself, she knew exactly who it was and a shiver went down her spine. "This is Scott McCall" he continued. Vivian shook her head, trying to concentrate. "Well… urmmm… yes…. I… urmmm…. I noticed. Good afternoon, sir" she said nervously. She heard him chuckle. "You recognized my voice?" he asked, sounding as if he couldn't believe it. "Well, that's flattering. I must have made quite an impression on you, am I right?" Vivian didn't reply. She didn't know what to say as a reply because she didn't even know if the question was rhetorical. Also, her tongue was tied up in her mouth. She was thinking hard too… wondering why he was calling her. Was something wrong? Had he decided to arrest her for sneaking into his room? Her head was spinni
Scott McCall studied her for a few seconds before he replied. "You're welcome, and that's fine. The vacancy opened up quite suddenly and I need a replacement urgently. Well, you already told me that you were interested, so I gave it a shot" "I completely understand, sir," Vivian replied. "And I'm still very grateful. Can I get you something to drink or eat?" Scott looked around. "Yeah, I guess so. I haven't really been here before so I don't know what the food is like, so I guess I should trust you. What do you recommend?" Vivian actually blushed. "Ermmm, the cheesecake is really great….and it would go well with a glass of white wine." Scott nodded. "That sounds perfect" he said, "I'll have that…" "Great. I'll be back soon" Vivian said, and almost ran out of the restaurant. As she turned to leave, Scott took the opportunity to take a good look at her. Never in his life had he looked at a waitress in her uniform and thought that she looked sexy, but that was all he could think of
He nodded,"I was so determined to ruin Bruce using his sister Jennifer too, but then I met you, and without even trying, you touched something inside of me. You made me care. Stopped me from becoming a monster, and made me start to care about more important things than revenge. Hell, I even became friends with Jennifer. She had been trying to reach out to me after the accident, but my mother and sister just weren't ready to have her around at such a time. ""Oh Scott" "When I had that accident, I was on my way to you. I wanted to tell you that I missed you. I was still running away from the way I felt about you, and I wasn't ready to admit my feelings to myself, but I missed you… badly. And I was coming to you… to tell you…. And that's when I…. I…. What I'm trying to say, Vivian, is that you're an amazing woman, and I… I…"Enough was enough. She had heard his declaration, seen the evidence of it in his eyes. Now she wanted him close—as close as a man and woman could be. "I understand
"You’re looking good. I mean, you’re looking well—fully recovered." said Vivian. "I feel it." He raised a dark eyebrow. "Aren’t you going to invite me inside?" "Of course!" She opened the door wide and as he walked into the hall she thought that the fact he had had to ask spoke volumes about the distance which had grown between them. As did the fact that he hadn’t touched her—and the coolly remote look on his dark face which showed no inclination to do so. She faced him awkwardly. "Where shall we go?" He wondered how she would react if he suggested the bedroom, but, while that wasn’t quite the last thing on his mind, that wasn’t the reason he had come here today. "Is it warm enough to sit outside?" "I think so. Shall I make us some coffee and bring it onto the balcony?" But he didn’t want a social ritual. He didn’t even particularly want coffee. He shook his head. "Not unless you really want some. I’m fine.""So am I."He hadn't forgotten just how beautiful it felt to be around
Vivian could do nothing but nod. She couldn't tell Scott's mother about their troubles, so she simply gave her a hug and wished her well. "Please tell Sara that I'm very sorry I couldn't see her before leaving." she said, and with that she went out of the house. It was only when she got into her car and drove off that she let the tears flow. ________Vivian spent the evening wandering around her house like a lost soul, unable to settle to anything, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when her phone began to ring.She snatched it up when she saw the caller. "Hello?". "Vivian""Oh, Scott!" She breathed a low sigh of relief, appalled to realize that she had half expected never to hear from him again. But that would have implied a lack of courage on his part, and he was certainly not lacking in courage. "Are you okay?" she asked. Okay? Scott looked around him, at the luxurious house which was his home. It didn’t feel like home any more. It felt like some gloriously appointed bu
She thought that he spoke it like a word he was unfamiliar with. "Yes, us." He smiled, but Vivian thought that it was a cool smile, even though he touched the tip of her nose with his lips."I know that we’ve been having a relationship and that it’s a very agreeable relationship." Very agreeable? He made it sound like a piece of classical music playing on the radio!"I see." Vivian said. He wondered if she did, but in the sweet afterhaze of making love his mind had been busy. "Shall we get dressed and go and find ourselves a drink?" If it had been anyone else, she might have thought he was searching for Dutch courage, but Scott was not the kind of man who needed alcohol to spur him on to say something, no matter how unpalatable.She sensed that the end was coming, and that, if it was, she would face it calmly and with dignity. "I’d love a drink," she said lightly.He might not need courage, but she certainly did. They dressed in silence, bending to pick up discarded pieces of clot
He had changed. The dark eyes were no longer so restless. The glittering, predatory eyes of the shark had gone.But a jolt to his memory might bring them back, surely? And the coldly ambitious Scott McCall might reemerge from the chrysalis of his coma."Ready?" she asked.He drifted his hand over her hair and followed it with the butterfly touch of his lips on the back of her neck. "Maybe we should go back to bed for a while?" he murmured.Vivian closed her eyes, tempted. If there was one thing that Scott had recovered quickly, it was his prowess as a lover. "But we’ve only just got up!" she objected."The doctor said that I was to rest as much as possible." "I think that your idea of rest and the doctor’s are not quite the same thing." Vivian replied. Reluctantly, she pulled her neck away. "Shall we drive or shall we walk for a while? We can order a cab later to my place or call your driver." "Walk," said Scott. "You won’t get too tired?" "Vivian," he sighed. "I’m fine. You know,
He sucked in a low breath of appreciation as she stood before him wearing nothing but flimsy underwear of soft green lace, her skin gleaming like silk. Her breasts spilled over the low-cut bra and the matching knickers made her legs seem to go on and on forever.He must have seen her like this before and yet it seemed as though he had never really looked at her. Never appreciated the satin fall of the dark hair which tumbled all over her shoulders."Dear God," he murmured. "You are unbelievable. Unbelievable." "No, I’m real." She began to unbutton his shirt."You’re wearing all this, while I’m not wearing nearly enough," she complained.He gave a low laugh, sucking in his breath as her palms skated light, sensuous circles over his nipples. "You’re wearing too much, oh, Vivian—" This as she unzipped his trousers and teased her fingertips over his straining hardness. He slid his hand between her thighs and her eyes widened in helpless pleasure as he began to move his fingertips agains
With Scott it had never been more than what they had today. And while that made her appreciate what she had got, it also made her long for what she had not. Commitment—and that was one thing she would never get from him."I’ll sleep next door for the time being. I think you need a little space," she said lightly.And so did she.He pulled a face of objection, but he was too tired to object too much. He lay down on the bed and it felt like heaven."Okay," he yawned. "If you say so." But within a couple of weeks he began to show very definite signs of improvement—physically, at least. The sleep showed in the renewed brightening of his eyes and the familiar healthy glow of his skin. Often they took him outside, to sit in the restorative sunshine and to sit quietly in the haven which Felicia's garden provided. He was eating proper meals, too—the freshest, most delicious food that Felicia and sometimes Vivian could conjure up.She put two plates of salmon down on the table one evening and
Scott drank his tea. It was very comfortable here by the fire—warm and welcoming. If only his head didn’t feel as though someone had jammed it in between a giant nutcracker, and in the process managed to take away some of the thoughts and associations and familiarity which made him what he normally was. But how did he know what he normally was? He didn't know what to believe. He still had childhood memories. He knew his family and his job, but most memories of the past months were missing so he was confused. He put the cup down and looked at Vivian, which was halfway to a cure in itself. She was wearing a soft wool dress, the color of blueberries, and her hair was loose—like the moon against the backdrop of a nearly dark sky. Her legs were spread in front of her and she had kicked her shoes off. He might be only two days out of a coma, but that didn’t mean that all his senses were dead. He might have a little difficulty wanting food as he usually did, but the stirring leap of awarene
"I can get myself dressed!" he protested. "Not yet, you can’t," the nurse fussed. "You’re as weak as a kitten, although I must say that you don’t particularly look as weak as a kitten!" "Why can’t Vivian help me?" he demanded, his heart sinking as he saw the nurse begin to roll her sleeves up over her rather hefty forearms. He’d much rather that dark-haired angel be at hand.The nurse coughed. "Well, she was a little taken-aback when you didn’t recognise her, of course—but, as I told her, that’s perfectly normal in these circumstances." "You mean I know her?" The nurse helped him with his jeans and began to get rather pink around the neck."Yes, Scott" said Vivian, in an odd, strained kind of voice as she walked into the room. "You do know me—you just can’t remember." Scott was still feeling groggy, but not too groggy to wonder how well he had known her."Here." Vivian began to slide a sweater over his head, her fingers automatically colliding with the silken flesh, and she saw h