One month later . . .
Her backyard was almost finished. Scott wanted to do the finishing touches without her being there. He had said he wanted it to be a surprise. He paid for her to have a spa weekend at Acqualina Resort and Spa in Sunny Isles Beach. Regina had protested because she didn’t want him to spend that much money on her. She knew Scott did well as a contractor, but the resort was extremely expensive; most of their rooms ran between twelve hundred to sixteen hundred dollars a night. It wasn’t like he was a millionaire, but he had insisted that he could afford it, and he wanted to do something special for her.
The sun was starting to set. Regina maneuvered her BMW around Scott’s truck and pulled into her garage. Scott was already there waiting for her. She had called him when she was an hour away from Orlando.
When she got out of her car, Scott got out of his truck and was walking toward her. “Hey gorgeous, how was your trip?” he asked with a wide smile.
Regina grinned. “It was fabulous.” She hit the button on her key chain to pop her trunk.
“Good, you can tell me all about it later.” He pulled her into his arms and gave her a searing kiss.
Regina’s toes curled as his tongue probed into mouth. She dug her fingers into his thick, dark hair. God, she wanted him. The night before she left on her trip, she was at Scott’s house. They had come so close to doing the deed then, but Clay had woken up and started coming downstairs.
As Scott broke the kiss, a whimper escaped her throat. “I’ve missed you, Regina.”
“I missed you too,” she whispered.
“Let’s get you inside and out of those clothes,” he said in a deep tone.
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” she said as wiggled her hips.
“Yeah, I want you to slip into a bathing suit. I want to show you your new backyard.”
Oh. Regina plastered a smile on her face. “All right.”
Fifteen minutes later, she came downstairs wearing her white cotton robe. She had on a red bikini underneath it.
“Are you ready to see it?” he asked with sparkling eyes.
“Yes.”
“Close your eyes.” He was acting like a kid on Christmas morning.
She did.
He grabbed her hand and guided her into the kitchen. He wouldn’t let her go through the kitchen when she had arrived because he was afraid part of the surprise would be spoiled.
“Okay, step out,” he instructed.
She didn’t hear the sliding door open, but she followed his lead.
“All right, open your eyes.”
Regina opened her eyes to her new serene backyard. “Oh my.” It was better than she had ever expected. Light gray concrete supported a large oval pool. The pump hummed as Regina looked at her new patio furniture that had big, fluffy blue cushions with large yellow-and-red petal flowers. The privacy fence was brown wood that formed a triangle at the top of each plank. There was a closedoff gazebo that she assumed contained her hot tub. The outdoor kitchen counter was stainless steel with a large gas grill and a mini fridge. An overhang protected the counter from the weather. On the other side were bar stools with the same upholstery that matched the patio furniture.
Regina looked at the far end of her property where several medium-sized palms trees were planted. “You even planted new trees,” she said with amazement.
Scott smiled. “I did. They’ll be bigger in a few years. They’ll provide a little privacy from your neighbors behind you. And I took the liberty of replacing your sliding doors with paned double doors.”
“Oh, Scott,” she whispered as she placed her hand on her chest.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it.”
“Let’s not forget about the gazebo. Come on.”
They walked to the wood-enclosed hot tub gazebo. Scott opened the door for her.
Regina’s eyes glazed over as she stared at the hot tub.
“This is a Thermo Spa hot tub that can seat six people. It has over eighty-six jets, a Burmese teak cabinet around it that matches the gazebo, and the shell is a calico marble. This isn’t just a plain ole hot tub. It has LED lights, stainless-steel jets, total control knobs so each person can control how soft or hard the jets blow on them, pillow jets, a built-in ice bucket, and a place to set your drink,” he said proudly. “You can see out the windows, but no one can see in.”
“Scott this is wonderful. This was more than I could hope for.”
“There’s one more thing. Look up.”
She looked up at the ceiling to see a small skylight. “Oh,” she said with wonder. Scott had talked about putting in a skylight, but she didn’t think it would be as nice as it turned out.
“Yeah, there’s a remote control to it so if you want it closed, all you have to do is hit a button. Oh, and,” he began and turned around to close the door. He turned the knob to the deadbolt. “Total security.”
Regina smiled. “Well, there’s only one thing left to do.”
“What?”
“Try out my new Jacuzzi,” she said with a smile.
“Mind if I join you?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Regina loosened her robe and took it off. She walked over to the hook and hung it up. She turned around and saw Scott watching her. “What?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a deep tone.
“Oh stop,” she said bashfully. She slowly climbed the steps as Scott took off his shirt. She sat down in the warm water and was about to turn on the jets, but she stopped to watch Scott drop his jeans.
He was wearing a pair of blue swim trunks. The muscles in his thighs flexed as he stepped into the hot tub. “Do you need me to show you how to turn it on?”
“Oh, yes,” she answered with a small smile. She could have figured it out, but she didn’t want to admit she was doing the same thing to him that he was doing to her moments ago.
Scott slid under the water next to her and turned the knobs. Bubbles started to surround them. The jets started to blow on Regina’s back.
“Is it high enough for you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
He smiled and dipped into the spot next to her.
Regina curled next him as he placed his arms around her. She placed her head on his smooth shoulder. “Now, tell me about your trip.”
They chatted about her trip for the next few minutes. Then Regina realized something. She looked up at him. “Scott, the work you did is wonderful, but it looks like it cost a little bit more than the estimate you gave me.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But I do. You’re running a business. You need to make a profit.”
“Honey, don’t worry about it. It’s something I wanted to do for you.”
Regina raised her head to look at him. “You already paid for my trip, which I know was very expensive. You even prepaid for my spa treatments. You’re a single father who sends his kid to private school. Don’t act like the tuition is cheap.” Scott had told Regina he sent Clay to private school because he wanted to make sure Clay got a better education than Scott had.
“If I couldn’t afford it, I wouldn’t do any of it. Now, stop worrying. You’re too pretty to be stressed about trivial things.” He tightened his hold on her and lowered his head to take her mouth.
They kissed each other like they hadn’t seen each other in a year. Scott kissed around to her cheek and then kissed his way down to her neck. He grabbed the strap on her bikini and then froze. He slowly raised his head and looked at her. They were both breathing heavy with want.
“I . . . I can’t hold back anymore,” he groaned. “I want you.”
“I want you, too. I don’t want you to hold back,” she breathed. And with that, Scott yanked down her strap as he claimed her lips.
They kissed each other as Scott unhooked her top. The red piece floated away as their upper bodies pressed together, smashing her B-cup breasts against his solid pecs. Regina’s hands roamed over his back.
Scott started yanking at her bottoms.
She slightly lifted her body so he could pull them down. She kicked her feet to be rid of the annoying garment.
Scott’s trunks bubbled to the top of the water. He took her hand and guided her to the middle of the Jacuzzi. He dipped lower in the water, and then he got on his knees. Placing his hands on her hips, he brought her closer to him. “Squat down over me,” he said hoarsely.
Regina caught his meaning. Her hips hovered above his. One of his hands left her to take hold of himself. She could feel his erection probing around her vagina in the water. She opened her knees wider, helping him find what he was looking for. His tip found her button. Scott slowly glided his manhood down. They worked together to find her entry point.
She slowly came down as he eased in. Both of them let out a long, deep moan once they were connected.
“Mmm, Regina,” he growled against her cheek as he slowly began to bounce her.
She wasn’t sure if it was his rock-hard length or the rolling jets doing their magic, but the pulsing wave going through her body was a true sensation of pleasure.
She tightened her knees against him as he continued to move her up and down. They lapped at each other’s lips as they made love. Scott’s calloused hands continuously smoothed around her body, exploring every inch of her. Her hands slid into his hair. Scott squeezed his hand in between their wet and hot bodies. His finger found her clit, and he started to rub it from side to side.
Regina’s breath caught. She started wiggling her hips as Scott continued indulging her in a way that no man ever had before. He was so attentive and focused on what pleased her.
The room was full of steam, and their bodies were hot and wet. Their hair was damp.
“God, you feel so good,” he groaned and started bouncing faster. His finger quickened as well.
She moaned as her body tingled. Her buds hardened against his chest. Regina’s body shuddered, and then a burst erupted in her that she hadn’t felt in years. She cried out his name as her head flew back in ecstasy.
Scott let out a loud groan as he grabbed her hips, stilling her against him. His body shook as he gasped for breath. “Regina,” he breathed out raggedly.
They held each other and rocked together as they caught their breath. They simultaneously pulled their heads back and looked at each other.
“You are incredible,” he said.
She let out a breathy laugh. “I can say the same about you.”
“I promise next time I’ll take my time.”
“There was absolutely nothing wrong with this time. I can stay in here with you all night.”
“I feel the same, but we probably shouldn’t do that because we might turn into raisins.”
“Yes, we did heat the place up, didn’t we?”
“More like you did,” he said with an easy smile.
She giggled as she leaned her head down to kiss him.
One month later . . . Scott had invited his father over for lunch with him, Clay, and Regina. However, his father would only come if Regina was cooking. She had been happy to fix lunch. She prepared turkey club sandwiches with homemade fries and fresh lemonade. She had also baked a cheesecake for dessert. They had eaten out on the back deck. It was seventy-six degrees, and there was a light breeze. “Sweetheart, I’m so full I don’t think I’ll eat dinner tonight,” Scott’s father said. “Damn good lunch. Nice to see that Scott and little Clay weren’t exaggerating about your chef skills.”&nb
Kat Evans slammed her front door. She was sick and tired of men using her, toying with her, and then brushing her off like she was a gnat. At that moment, she realized that her mother had been right all along. Men were good for nothing. She stomped to the den. To think she had gone over there to tell Scott that she was attracted to him – that she was crazy about him and his son. She should have known that someone like him thought he could do whatever he wanted to anybody he wanted.She plopped down in the wood chair behind the old rickety desk that had drink rings all over it. She opened the portfolio book that was full of newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and pictures of Scott Jenkins, a.k.a. Scott Kelly.She had learned his real identity last year by accident. Kat had been taking a business class at the local community college to learn how to expand her jewelry business on Etsy. The class required Kat to turn in a report on a self-made entrepreneur.
One week later . . . Regina, Mika, Rachel, and Lisa were having afternoon coffee and refreshments in Regina’s den. They were having some girl talk when the doorbell rang. Regina was surprised to see Scott when she opened the door. “Hi.” “Hey,” he said with his infamous smirk. “I know you said you were spending time with your friends this afternoon, but I had to swing by to see you. Oh, and to get one of these.” Scott quickly pulled her against his hard body and pressed his lips down on hers.Their arms encircled each other as they hungrily kissed. Scott kissed her like she was the only woman in the world, and she loved it. They
Ten minutes. Ten minutes on television had changed their lives. Scott had called his driver and changed into a suit his butler put in the back of the limo for him. He was speaking to the headmaster in his office. “The police escorted the photographer away, Mr. Kelly. We have had children of the rich and famous attending our school for over fifty years, and nothing like this has ever happened,” Headmaster Morris expressed with deep regret. “I know that, and I understand,” Scott said seriously. “The police officers put the photographer in the back of their squad car. At the most, we can only press charges for trespassing.”&nb
The next morning . . . Regina and Mika were having breakfast in a small café in downtown Orlando. The cappuccino was to die for, and the breakfast bagel really hit the spot. “Thanks for bringing me here,” Regina said. “No problem. I figured I owed you a treat since I got you mixed up with Scott,” Mika said. “If it’s any consolation, I feel like a fool, too. I can’t believe that . . . wow.” “It’s not your fault. Scott did a good job being someone he wasn’t.”&nb
One week later . . . Scott was missing Regina like crazy. He thought about her every day and night. He had to figure out a way to get to her – to explain. In the meantime, he had to deal with several things. First, he had to address the employees at his sub-company, Jenkins Construction. They had seen the news like everyone else. They thought they were going to lose their jobs since Scott had been exposed. Scott had offered them positions at Kelscot. The receptionist, the foreman, and his crew accepted with the exception of one. Then he went to his father’s house. They had spoken on the phone two days ago, but Scott wanted to see him with his own eyes. “Have
Regina was enjoying a cup of cappuccino in her kitchen in Livingston. She had to get out of Orlando for a while. The media attention was crazy. At least three or four photographers were camping on the sidewalk in front of her home every day. She had called the police, but they had said as long as they stayed on the sidewalk it was freedom of the press. She wanted her privacy back. She packed up some of her clothes and called Rachel. Regina loaded up her car and had Rachel drive as she lain down on the back seat with a blanket over her. The photographers didn’t have a clue. They snapped a few photographs of Rachel driving her BMW and kept hanging around the outside of the house. Rachel had driven Regina to the airport and drove the BMW back to her house. Regina took
Scott glanced over at the couple gawking at him and the chopper over the privacy fence. He made his way over to Regina and a black man. Regina was wearing a tight white T-shirt and a pair of black shorts that hugged her hips and showed off her sleek thighs. “Well, well,” the black man said. “Speak of the devil. Do you think you made a big enough scene?” “Sidney, please,” Regina sighed. “Oh, this is the jerk you have the unfortunate luck of being married to,” Scott replied with haughtiness. He wanted to punch the guy in the face even before he knew who he was. Sidney just had that kind of face.&nbs
Regina rocked back as her breath left her. It couldn’t be true. Clay looked just like Scott and his father. He was going to grow up to be a handsome looking devil just like his dad. “Scott,” she breathed. “Let me explain. After I busted Marlena with John Luke — and after she hit me — she stated that she wanted to take Clay and be with John Luke. I told her that she wasn’t taking Clay even over my dead body. That’s when she stated Clay wasn’t even mine. She didn’t mean to say it. She had clasped her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips,” he said in a low tone. Regina continued to listen in stunned silence. “I was anguished. I . . . for a minute there, I almost believed it. Then I
Scott glanced over at the couple gawking at him and the chopper over the privacy fence. He made his way over to Regina and a black man. Regina was wearing a tight white T-shirt and a pair of black shorts that hugged her hips and showed off her sleek thighs. “Well, well,” the black man said. “Speak of the devil. Do you think you made a big enough scene?” “Sidney, please,” Regina sighed. “Oh, this is the jerk you have the unfortunate luck of being married to,” Scott replied with haughtiness. He wanted to punch the guy in the face even before he knew who he was. Sidney just had that kind of face.&nbs
Regina was enjoying a cup of cappuccino in her kitchen in Livingston. She had to get out of Orlando for a while. The media attention was crazy. At least three or four photographers were camping on the sidewalk in front of her home every day. She had called the police, but they had said as long as they stayed on the sidewalk it was freedom of the press. She wanted her privacy back. She packed up some of her clothes and called Rachel. Regina loaded up her car and had Rachel drive as she lain down on the back seat with a blanket over her. The photographers didn’t have a clue. They snapped a few photographs of Rachel driving her BMW and kept hanging around the outside of the house. Rachel had driven Regina to the airport and drove the BMW back to her house. Regina took
One week later . . . Scott was missing Regina like crazy. He thought about her every day and night. He had to figure out a way to get to her – to explain. In the meantime, he had to deal with several things. First, he had to address the employees at his sub-company, Jenkins Construction. They had seen the news like everyone else. They thought they were going to lose their jobs since Scott had been exposed. Scott had offered them positions at Kelscot. The receptionist, the foreman, and his crew accepted with the exception of one. Then he went to his father’s house. They had spoken on the phone two days ago, but Scott wanted to see him with his own eyes. “Have
The next morning . . . Regina and Mika were having breakfast in a small café in downtown Orlando. The cappuccino was to die for, and the breakfast bagel really hit the spot. “Thanks for bringing me here,” Regina said. “No problem. I figured I owed you a treat since I got you mixed up with Scott,” Mika said. “If it’s any consolation, I feel like a fool, too. I can’t believe that . . . wow.” “It’s not your fault. Scott did a good job being someone he wasn’t.”&nb
Ten minutes. Ten minutes on television had changed their lives. Scott had called his driver and changed into a suit his butler put in the back of the limo for him. He was speaking to the headmaster in his office. “The police escorted the photographer away, Mr. Kelly. We have had children of the rich and famous attending our school for over fifty years, and nothing like this has ever happened,” Headmaster Morris expressed with deep regret. “I know that, and I understand,” Scott said seriously. “The police officers put the photographer in the back of their squad car. At the most, we can only press charges for trespassing.”&nb
One week later . . . Regina, Mika, Rachel, and Lisa were having afternoon coffee and refreshments in Regina’s den. They were having some girl talk when the doorbell rang. Regina was surprised to see Scott when she opened the door. “Hi.” “Hey,” he said with his infamous smirk. “I know you said you were spending time with your friends this afternoon, but I had to swing by to see you. Oh, and to get one of these.” Scott quickly pulled her against his hard body and pressed his lips down on hers.Their arms encircled each other as they hungrily kissed. Scott kissed her like she was the only woman in the world, and she loved it. They
Kat Evans slammed her front door. She was sick and tired of men using her, toying with her, and then brushing her off like she was a gnat. At that moment, she realized that her mother had been right all along. Men were good for nothing. She stomped to the den. To think she had gone over there to tell Scott that she was attracted to him – that she was crazy about him and his son. She should have known that someone like him thought he could do whatever he wanted to anybody he wanted.She plopped down in the wood chair behind the old rickety desk that had drink rings all over it. She opened the portfolio book that was full of newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and pictures of Scott Jenkins, a.k.a. Scott Kelly.She had learned his real identity last year by accident. Kat had been taking a business class at the local community college to learn how to expand her jewelry business on Etsy. The class required Kat to turn in a report on a self-made entrepreneur.
One month later . . . Scott had invited his father over for lunch with him, Clay, and Regina. However, his father would only come if Regina was cooking. She had been happy to fix lunch. She prepared turkey club sandwiches with homemade fries and fresh lemonade. She had also baked a cheesecake for dessert. They had eaten out on the back deck. It was seventy-six degrees, and there was a light breeze. “Sweetheart, I’m so full I don’t think I’ll eat dinner tonight,” Scott’s father said. “Damn good lunch. Nice to see that Scott and little Clay weren’t exaggerating about your chef skills.”&nb