They were about to enter the lift when Jim’s phone rang. “Sara.”
Tasha looked at him and noticed his expression had changed to one of irritation.
“So? What do you want me to do about it? Maybe Lenny should take her, to make amends.” His sarcasm was unmissable. “No, of course not. Who does she want to take her? Okay. No. I will check and I’ll be back on Friday, so if you’ve told her not to call until after then I will warn Tasha. Oh, and tell Lenny that neither my daughter nor my girlfriend are tramps.” His sarcasm had moved to anger now. “Speak to you Friday.”
“Problem?” asked Tasha once Jim had hung up.
“Lizzie wants to go to some concert, with some friends and Sara rightfully said that she would need an adult to go with her, so she’s roped Philip in, but he is not a responsible adult. Sara has said no, but she wants you to go with them, so Sara has warned us and has told Lizzie to wait until I get back to L.A.”
“What concert is it? Has Lenny called me a tramp?” she asked, slightly hurt that she really had done nothing to earn his disdain.
“I dunno who it is, and apparently Lenny has said that places like that are full of tramps trying to pick up rock stars.”
“He doesn’t think very highly of anyone who does anything fun, does he?”
“No. So in case Lizzie gets in touch, she has been told to wait until the end of next week.”
As they got out of the lift on the ground floor, Tasha’s phone rang.
“Hello Grandma,” she said. “Sunday lunch?” She looked at Jim who nodded and smiled at her. “Yes, that would be lovely, yes of course I’ll bring him with me. Okay two o’clock, yes, see you then, love to Grandpa,” she said and hung up.
“I get to meet your oldies then,” he said, smiling.
“So it would seem,” she replied as they walked out onto the busy London street and hailed a cab.
****
They were walking back towards their hotel after dinner when Tasha let out a long yawn.
“Tired honey?” asked Jim.
“A little, although I have been a little lacking in sleep lately.”
“I did warn you about the sleep deprivation, baby.” He smiled.
“I wasn’t complaining.” She laughed as they ascended the steps to the hotel entrance.
“Good, because unless you are ready to drop, I was rather hoping for another night of it. I have plans for you.”
“I seem to remember something about a blindfold,” she whispered as he led her into the empty lift.
“Yeah, but if you’re tired, Tasha, it can wait,” he teased as he cornered her in the lift and leaned down and tormented her by bringing his lips to hers and almost allowing them to touch before moving them away, just out of her reach.
She tried to anticipate where they would be next, her desperation to make contact with them increasing with every passing second, making him smile each time she missed them.
“So, how tired are you?”
“Not at all now actually.”
“Well in that case—” He pulled her arms above her head, spreading them against the wall of the lift, enabling him to press himself against her before he kissed her hard, passionately, causing a long moan to escape her parted lips.
He virtually dragged her through the door of their suite and immediately found the zip to the red, sleeveless shift dress she was wearing and discarded it in the hallway before unclipping her bra and throwing it behind him.
“So that just leaves these.” He grinned as his fingers teasingly pulled at her remaining item of clothing.
She instinctively parted her legs.
“Oh baby, so, so eager. You really are very naughty, we may need to address your naughtiness,” he said as he hooked a finger into her pants and gently stroked it across the surface of her skin causing her to shudder beneath his touch.
