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Holy. Shit. Our bed. Did he even realize that he wrote it? My heart swelled at the thought that Jack thought of his bed as our bed. I was falling deeper and deeper for the incredible man and all of the little thoughtful things that he did for me. He made me feel taken care of on so many levels. He took care of me physically, emotionally and definitely sexually. As I looked around the suite, feeling engulfed by Jack, I realized that what he needed to hear from me was true, I belonged to him.

***

By the end of the day, I felt like a princess. I knew the spa was exclusive and expected good service, but Jack had made sure that my every need was taken care of. I was positive that the staff had to have been advised of who I was because they couldn’t possibly be that attentive to every customer every day in the same way they were to my mom and I. We sipped champagne and wore plush robes that were embroidered with our initials and were truly treated like royalty.

The young girl that did my manicure was sweet, but chatty. She told me that the spa had brought in one of the top celebrity stylists for our blowouts and that Mr. Heston selected our masseuses personally. I was impressed, but not surprised, at the length that Jack had went to. I was starting to realize that one of the reasons that he was so successful was that he didn’t do anything half way.

***

I hadn’t even realized that the suite had a doorbell until it rang at promptly 7pm.

Of course, I was running late and Jack was right on time. I opened the door and flung my arms around his neck, giving him a big kiss and hug. Jack smiled down at me,

“What was that for?”

“It was for being the best boyfriend ever. We had the best day. Thank you baby.” I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed him again gently on the lips.

“Well, I really hope that you are Jack, with the kind of welcome you just got.” I heard my mom speak from behind me and blushed at the thought of what she had just watched me do. I must have looked like a schoolgirl running up to the boy that she had a crush on.

Jack smiled, his insanely perfect smile and full lips, extending his hand with one arm and keeping the other wrapped tightly around my waist. “You must be Mrs.

St. Claire, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Good god, I decided right there and then that my children were going to the same boarding school that Jack went to, just so they could come out with his incredibly alluring manners.

Mom, shook Jack’s hand and I could swear she blushed a little bit as she said, “Call me Renee, please.”

“Renee.” Jack nodded and released her hand.

“Go get ready honey, you are always late. I won’t tell Jack too many stories about your childhood if you hurry.” Mom laughed, but I knew she wasn’t kidding.

I gave her a silent “I’ll kill you if you do” face as I walked by and then rushed to finish getting ready. I heard Jack and mom laughing a few times in the other room and, although I was afraid of what horrible childhood stories she was sharing, the sound of them laughing together warmed my heart.

Jack stood as I entered the room.

The only time the man didn’t have perfect manners was in the bedroom. In the bedroom, he was domineering and command-ing, such a stark contrast in some ways to the please and thank you gentleman that stood before me. Although, if I really thought about it, both bedroom and gentlemanly Jack had one thing in common, they took care of me.

***

Dinner was incredible, even though mom shared too many embarrassing childhood stories. She told Jack about my penchant for streaking when I was four and about the time that I took off all my clothes and rode my bicycle down the entire block naked. Apparently, I had only made it about a dozen houses before the old lady next door called to report that she was upset at my lewd behavior. I knew from Jack’s face during that particular story that I’d be hearing more about my little naked endeavors later.

Mom didn’t grill Jack as bad as I thought she would, but she seemed satisfied at the answers she got to the questions she was able to get in. The glass of wine with dinner, coupled with the massage during the day and how well things were going, allowed me to relax. But my relaxation didn’t last long, every muscle jumped back into a tight ball of stress, the minute I saw Jack’s father walk into the restaurant. I silently said a prayer that he wouldn’t see us, but God wasn’t listening.

Jack’s back was to the door, so he had no warning until he was standing aside our table. “Sydney, how nice to see you.” I watched as a Jack’s face changed, his smiling eyes shuttered and his jaw tensed as he turned with a face of steel. “Son, it wasn’t enough to take out one pretty girl this evening, you had to bring her sister too?” Shit. I had to do something, if Jack had to say more than two words to his father, I knew it wasn’t going to end pretty. I jumped in head first, “This is my mom, Renee, Mr. Heston.” My mom turned to face Jack’s dad and I watched her take him in.

He was an older, more polished looking version of Jack. Jack was sexy with chiseled features, but there was still something about him that was rough and rugged looking. His dad, on the other hand, screamed old money and polish and didn’t look like he ever had a fistfight in his life. But he was still a very handsome older man, a fact clearly not lost on my mother.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Jack, Sydney? The way you two have been inseparable lately, you might be calling me Dad one day.” His father winked at me with his comment.

Jack’s father held out his hand to my mother and I thought Jack was going to explode when he brought my mother’s hand to his mouth and gently kissed the top of her hand. Luckily my aim was good, and my foot met Jack’s shin under the table just as he was pushing his chair back to get up. He looked at me and I sent him warning eyes, begging him to stay put. I was shocked that he listened.

My mother blushed a bit “Nice to meet you Mr. Heston.”

“You too, my dear. I can see where Syd gets her beauty from.” Shit, Shit, Shit. From the look on Jack’s face, I knew he was about to blow and I had to do something quick. I stood awkwardly. “It was nice to see you, Mr. Heston, mum Jack, you’ll have to excuse me I was just going to go the ladies room before you walked over. Mom, why don’t you join me?” Mom looked disappointed to be dragged away from the debonair Jack Heston Sr., but she stood to go, nonetheless. “It was nice meeting you Mr. Heston.” My mom shook his hand again and I nodded, knowing a physical touch from his father to me could send Jack right over the edge.

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