Fic: Pole Position (11 of ?)
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vigorliTitle: Pole Position (Part 11 of ?)
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obselizabeth
E-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (and my own personal selection of other boys...introducing Craig here)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend,namarie120, for begging me offering to beta this
Beta: The glamorousnamarie120
Another Author's note: Special thanks toanorienbean for allowing me to utilize her real life experience with meeting Craig Parker in this story…and clingy-hugs and slobberings to uinendolothen for loaning me Craig Parker.
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Orlando wasn't an early riser. He was used to sleeping late because he worked late. Therefore, when Viggo awoke, he carefully moved his lover off him and onto the pillow. Standing next to the bed, he stared at Orlando, the sable curls spilling out all over the pillow, the silkiness his olive skin set off perfectly by the ecru sheets.
His bare feet padded softly down the hallway, into the kitchen…where he set out to brew a pot of coffee. He hadn't taken time to dress, since he didn't intend to be gone long…but he'd donned a pair of sweat pants. Viggo smiled to himself as he pondered what to make for breakfast, as well as the thought of feeding it to Orlando in bed. Just then, there was a gentle rap on the patio door. Viggo looked up to see Sean and Karl standing there, and went to let them in.
"Be quiet. He's still asleep," Viggo warned, his finger coming up to his lips. "I just put coffee on if you want some."
"Fine, Viggo. But Sean and I need to talk to you," Karl said, mysteriously.
The trio sat at the table. "Um, Vig?" Sean said quietly, unsure of how to tell Viggo or how he'd react. "Remember that first night, when you came to my place with your business associate and met Orlando?"
Memories flooded back like a racing freight train…bringing a smile to Viggo's lips. Sean was glad to see the positive reaction. "Ian," Viggo nodded.
"Yes, Ian. Er, are you aware of his various business endeavors?"
"Probably not all of them, but he is very highly spoken of," Viggo responded. "Why?"
"Ever heard of the Yakuza?" Sean asked. Viggo shook his head negatively. "Japanese mafia. Ian's their leader, their Kumichō. He's the one who stepped in last night, told Johnny to let you go, and apparently has banned Johnny."
Viggo was momentarily silent, frozen in his seat. There was a vague memory, just beyond his grasp. A memory of Ian…of pain…of salvation.
"Viggo?" Karl asked, softly.
The clasp of Karl's hand against his shoulder roused him. "Karl…"
Karl looked at his employer, their relationship having deepened in the past week. "I remember that night. I drove the two of you. You were so nervous. But his confidence…there was something more to it than that of a normal businessman. He was…"
"… omniscient," Viggo supplied. He was able, finally, to recognize that the face of his savior was Ian. "Ian," Viggo said again.
Sean sighed. It was too much information to convey, recent memories of passion overlaid by the presence of a new lover. It was almost overwhelming. He wondered if Viggo knew if Ian had said anything to his business partner about their one, clandestine coupling.
"Ian knows you. He was there when we talked to you about the Orlando situation. And he's the head of the Yakuza. Which means he's our strongest ally against Johnny. He'll have the resources we need not only to find Johnny, but also defeat him," Sean told Viggo.
"Who would have known?" Viggo asked softly, more to himself than anyone else. Just then, he felt a pair of hands slide across his shoulders and down his chest.
Karl took that opportunity to excuse himself and Sean. Taking the blonde by the hand, he pulled him up out of his seat, and said, "Come on, lover. Let's leave these two. We can come back later when we've developed more of our plan."
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Heath came into the den, finding Keanu sharpening his Tantō. "I'm really saddened to see you involved with the Yakuza," he said softly.
Keanu looked up, seeing the concern on his new partner's face. He put down the Tantō, and approached the younger man. "I'm not involved with them directly. I've studied many cultures…and in doing so, have established contacts around the world." Health still didn't seemed convinced. "I'm not Johnny, lover."
"I know," Heath replied, still skeptical.
Keanu moved close to the younger man, putting his arms around him, and whispered in his ear. "There's a technique, used by the emperor's Taikomochi," he said, his voice gravely with lust. "Perhaps I could demonstrate it for you." Keanu's tongue traced the outline of Heath's ear, happy to hear the younger man moan in response. "Then you'd have a substitute image in place of the Yakuza you associate with Johnny."
"You? Studying with geisha?" Heath asked.
"Geisha originated as skilled professional entertainers; originally most were male. While various ranks of professional courtesans provided sexual entertainment, geisha used their skills in traditional Japanese arts, music, dance, and storytelling," Keanu answered, the sultry promise in his voice making the information sound incredibly tempting.
"Mmmmmm," Heath replied. "Then, definitely…tell me a story."
Keanu licked his lips and moved between his lover's legs. "Once upon a time," he began, his hands sliding up to part Heath's thick thighs…
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Orlando settled his head against his lover's shoulder, hands buried in the ample chest hair. "They came to visit so early," he said. "I rolled over in bed, and you'd left me…"
"I only left to make you coffee, my love," Viggo apologized, moving to wrap his arms around his lover. "I wanted to make breakfast and feed it to you in our bed."
"Our bed?" Orlando asked, coming around to sit on Viggo's lap.
Viggo wrapped his arms around the younger man. "Baby, there's no one else I want in my bed. Only you." Coffee all but forgotten, Viggo lifted Orlando up in his strong arms and carried him back to the bedroom.
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Keanu made sure Heath was well satiated before he left in search of Ian. Chances were good that he'd find the Kumichō in the same space over the club where they'd rescued Viggo. Once on the second floor, his eyes scanned the small groups of men…when he heard a whisper in his ear.
"I take it Viggo is safe?" Ian purred, satisfied that he'd been able to sneak up on Keanu.
"But of course," Keanu answered without turning his head. Immediately bowing to pay his respect, he then turned to address Ian directly. "Safe…and happy now, I might add."
"So, they're finally together," Ian chuckled.
"I doubt anyone could keep them apart."
"To what do I owe yet another visit from you, my son?" Ian asked with genuine curiosity, stretching forth his hand to lead Keanu toward the private area where they'd previously conversed.
"Not to undermine your authority, Kumichō, but we are all worried that we have not heard the last of Johnny…or his assistant."
"No disrespect taken," Ian assured him; aware that at his level, those of lesser status required his placation. "What consequence were you considering extracting from them?"
"The ultimate," Keanu whispered, even though there was no need for secrecy where he was. "We feel that Viggo, and perhaps Orlando too, will never be safe until they are both dead and gone."
Ian's eyes widened at the furiousness of Keanu's revelation. "Not to undermine your abilities," Ian said with a twinkle in his eye. "But a job such as this calls for a special sort of professional."
"I am aware of that, Kumichō," Keanu admitted. He knew that as skilled as he was, he was no match alone against either Johnny or Bullseye. "Which is why we come to you for 'help'."
"What we need is an assassin who specializes in tracking. Someone with keen, almost other-worldly senses. And I think I have just the man."
Keanu looked at the older man, interested as to how he could have come to such a quick decision. "Let me know when we can arrange to meet with him."
"I'd like to be involved in this as well," Ian requested. "You can set up a meeting, at Viggo's office, for tomorrow morning."
"You're certain the man will comply with your request?" Keanu asked, unsure how Ian could speak for another so confidently.
"He will be there, mark my word. Now go, and get everyone who will be involved set to meet first thing in the morning."
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Eyes large and blue and dazzling glowed in the otherwise dark condo. Was it a handicap or an advantage to have eyes like that? The man didn't know, nor did he care. He paced through the living room …trained senses already aware that a summons was imminent.
His hand was on the phone even before it rang. Clicking the 'connect' button, he didn't say a word…just waited for instructions.
"Craig," the Kumichō purred into the phone.
"Yes, my lord," he replied, his voice soft…almost caressing.
"We need to find, then hurt, then kill." Ian gave Craig directions to Viggo's office, telling him to be there early in the morning. "They'll bring you up to speed on the situation once you're there."
And with that, the connection was broken.
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"Shit, Sean," Karl growled, his lover's mouth completely devouring his quivering, hard shaft. "So….close…"
Unable to speak at the moment, Sean's snort was the only reaction he could make when the phone rang. Not wanting to stop, but also knowing the call might be important, Sean reached up, pushing the middle three fingers of his left hand against Karl's perineum and applying mild pressure. Karl bucked and writhed with the overwhelming sensation, but there was no release to his orgasm.
"What the fuck was that?" Karl asked when Sean's mouth retreated, his body drenched with sweat.
"Let meh answer the goddamned phone, and then I'll tell you," Sean said harshly. "This better be fookin' important," he said, answering his cell.
"Er, Sean?" Keanu asked, rather sheepishly. He was certain by the tone of Sean's voice that he'd interrupted something. "Sorry to bother you. But Ian has requested a meeting first thing in the morning."
"Fine. We'll be there. Anything else?" he asked, impatient to return to his dark-haired lover.
"Just one more thing, then I'll let you…get back to what you were doing," Keanu couldn't help but add. "Ian's already got someone in mind for the job."
"So quickly? That's fookin' amazin'," Sean replied, halfheartedly interested in the conversation now. But when he felt Karl's tongue tracing designs along his inner thigh, he was quick to revert back to his original haste. "Ok, we'll be there tomorrow. Bye."
Sean disconnected the line and dropped the phone, his attention now fully on Karl. "Gah, lover, what are ye doing?"
Karl's tongue didn't stop its assault on Sean's thigh, but his dark eyes looked up. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel," he said, his breath tickling the hairs on Sean's legs.
Sean reached down, physically pulling his lover up beside him. His green eyes shone with lust. "Ye do make meh feel good, fookin' good," he said, his lips ghosting over Karl's.
Karl reached up and caressed the shadowy beard on Sean's face, on his chin. His palm glided over Sean's neck, then moved back up to sink his fingers into the blonde mass atop his head. "Tell me, lover. What was that you did to me before? I felt the orgasm, but I didn't cum."
"It's called a 'million dollar point'," Sean explained. "It's supposed to help ye keep yer erection because the semen is blocked."
"Well," Karl drawled, reaching down to take a hold of Sean's still rigid cock. "I'd love to try it on you, but not now. Right now, I want you buried in me. And I want you to fill me with every last drop of your essence."
"Who am I to deny ye, my love?" Sean asked, reaching over to grab the lube.
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Having made love all day, Viggo and Orlando were already asleep in each other’s arms when Keanu's call came in. Viggo reached quickly to answer the phone.
"Seems I'm interrupting a lot of stuff tonight," Keanu observed.
"Nah, we were just…um…resting," Viggo answered, good-naturedly. "What's up?"
"I got in touch with Ian. He's already got someone in mind, a 'professional'. Wants us all to meet at your office first thing tomorrow morning."
"Fine with me. I'll let Alexandra know," Viggo said, then rang off, snuggling back under the covers, cuddling his angel.
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Alexandra arrived well earlier than she expected anyone else to appear, making sure there was coffee, setting out the bagels and toppings she'd stopped to pick up on the way. Absorbed with what she was doing, she didn't hear the soft peal of the elevator as it opened…until she heard someone clear his throat. When she turned to greet the individual, however, she thought she'd seen a ghost.
"David," Alexandra breathed, flabbergasted. "Oh my God."
Craig looked at the woman, not understanding why she addressed him so. "No, love, my name's Craig," he said, approaching her.
"But," she stammered. "You look just like…like someone I used to know." She was unable to say 'my dead husband', powerless to think clearly with someone who could have been David's reincarnation standing before her.
Craig sensed the agony within Alexandra, and moved to her side, sliding his arm around her. "Ian called, asked me to meet them all here."
She looked into the brilliant blue of his eyes, tears welling up in her own. "I'm…I'm sorry. Yes, they should all be here momentarily." Alexandra noted the softness in his voice, felt some 'connection' with him in a way.
Something devilish lit a fire in Craig's eyes. Already, there was a sensation he perceived from this woman. He reached behind her, slid his hand down her back, across the swell of her ass, and said, "It's ok, love. I don't bite...well, unless you want me to..."
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Author:
obselizabethE-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (and my own personal selection of other boys...introducing Craig here)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend,
namarie120, for Beta: The glamorous
namarie120Another Author's note: Special thanks to
anorienbean for allowing me to utilize her real life experience with meeting Craig Parker in this story…and clingy-hugs and slobberings to uinendolothen for loaning me Craig Parker.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Orlando wasn't an early riser. He was used to sleeping late because he worked late. Therefore, when Viggo awoke, he carefully moved his lover off him and onto the pillow. Standing next to the bed, he stared at Orlando, the sable curls spilling out all over the pillow, the silkiness his olive skin set off perfectly by the ecru sheets.
His bare feet padded softly down the hallway, into the kitchen…where he set out to brew a pot of coffee. He hadn't taken time to dress, since he didn't intend to be gone long…but he'd donned a pair of sweat pants. Viggo smiled to himself as he pondered what to make for breakfast, as well as the thought of feeding it to Orlando in bed. Just then, there was a gentle rap on the patio door. Viggo looked up to see Sean and Karl standing there, and went to let them in.
"Be quiet. He's still asleep," Viggo warned, his finger coming up to his lips. "I just put coffee on if you want some."
"Fine, Viggo. But Sean and I need to talk to you," Karl said, mysteriously.
The trio sat at the table. "Um, Vig?" Sean said quietly, unsure of how to tell Viggo or how he'd react. "Remember that first night, when you came to my place with your business associate and met Orlando?"
Memories flooded back like a racing freight train…bringing a smile to Viggo's lips. Sean was glad to see the positive reaction. "Ian," Viggo nodded.
"Yes, Ian. Er, are you aware of his various business endeavors?"
"Probably not all of them, but he is very highly spoken of," Viggo responded. "Why?"
"Ever heard of the Yakuza?" Sean asked. Viggo shook his head negatively. "Japanese mafia. Ian's their leader, their Kumichō. He's the one who stepped in last night, told Johnny to let you go, and apparently has banned Johnny."
Viggo was momentarily silent, frozen in his seat. There was a vague memory, just beyond his grasp. A memory of Ian…of pain…of salvation.
"Viggo?" Karl asked, softly.
The clasp of Karl's hand against his shoulder roused him. "Karl…"
Karl looked at his employer, their relationship having deepened in the past week. "I remember that night. I drove the two of you. You were so nervous. But his confidence…there was something more to it than that of a normal businessman. He was…"
"… omniscient," Viggo supplied. He was able, finally, to recognize that the face of his savior was Ian. "Ian," Viggo said again.
Sean sighed. It was too much information to convey, recent memories of passion overlaid by the presence of a new lover. It was almost overwhelming. He wondered if Viggo knew if Ian had said anything to his business partner about their one, clandestine coupling.
"Ian knows you. He was there when we talked to you about the Orlando situation. And he's the head of the Yakuza. Which means he's our strongest ally against Johnny. He'll have the resources we need not only to find Johnny, but also defeat him," Sean told Viggo.
"Who would have known?" Viggo asked softly, more to himself than anyone else. Just then, he felt a pair of hands slide across his shoulders and down his chest.
Karl took that opportunity to excuse himself and Sean. Taking the blonde by the hand, he pulled him up out of his seat, and said, "Come on, lover. Let's leave these two. We can come back later when we've developed more of our plan."
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Heath came into the den, finding Keanu sharpening his Tantō. "I'm really saddened to see you involved with the Yakuza," he said softly.
Keanu looked up, seeing the concern on his new partner's face. He put down the Tantō, and approached the younger man. "I'm not involved with them directly. I've studied many cultures…and in doing so, have established contacts around the world." Health still didn't seemed convinced. "I'm not Johnny, lover."
"I know," Heath replied, still skeptical.
Keanu moved close to the younger man, putting his arms around him, and whispered in his ear. "There's a technique, used by the emperor's Taikomochi," he said, his voice gravely with lust. "Perhaps I could demonstrate it for you." Keanu's tongue traced the outline of Heath's ear, happy to hear the younger man moan in response. "Then you'd have a substitute image in place of the Yakuza you associate with Johnny."
"You? Studying with geisha?" Heath asked.
"Geisha originated as skilled professional entertainers; originally most were male. While various ranks of professional courtesans provided sexual entertainment, geisha used their skills in traditional Japanese arts, music, dance, and storytelling," Keanu answered, the sultry promise in his voice making the information sound incredibly tempting.
"Mmmmmm," Heath replied. "Then, definitely…tell me a story."
Keanu licked his lips and moved between his lover's legs. "Once upon a time," he began, his hands sliding up to part Heath's thick thighs…
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Orlando settled his head against his lover's shoulder, hands buried in the ample chest hair. "They came to visit so early," he said. "I rolled over in bed, and you'd left me…"
"I only left to make you coffee, my love," Viggo apologized, moving to wrap his arms around his lover. "I wanted to make breakfast and feed it to you in our bed."
"Our bed?" Orlando asked, coming around to sit on Viggo's lap.
Viggo wrapped his arms around the younger man. "Baby, there's no one else I want in my bed. Only you." Coffee all but forgotten, Viggo lifted Orlando up in his strong arms and carried him back to the bedroom.
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Keanu made sure Heath was well satiated before he left in search of Ian. Chances were good that he'd find the Kumichō in the same space over the club where they'd rescued Viggo. Once on the second floor, his eyes scanned the small groups of men…when he heard a whisper in his ear.
"I take it Viggo is safe?" Ian purred, satisfied that he'd been able to sneak up on Keanu.
"But of course," Keanu answered without turning his head. Immediately bowing to pay his respect, he then turned to address Ian directly. "Safe…and happy now, I might add."
"So, they're finally together," Ian chuckled.
"I doubt anyone could keep them apart."
"To what do I owe yet another visit from you, my son?" Ian asked with genuine curiosity, stretching forth his hand to lead Keanu toward the private area where they'd previously conversed.
"Not to undermine your authority, Kumichō, but we are all worried that we have not heard the last of Johnny…or his assistant."
"No disrespect taken," Ian assured him; aware that at his level, those of lesser status required his placation. "What consequence were you considering extracting from them?"
"The ultimate," Keanu whispered, even though there was no need for secrecy where he was. "We feel that Viggo, and perhaps Orlando too, will never be safe until they are both dead and gone."
Ian's eyes widened at the furiousness of Keanu's revelation. "Not to undermine your abilities," Ian said with a twinkle in his eye. "But a job such as this calls for a special sort of professional."
"I am aware of that, Kumichō," Keanu admitted. He knew that as skilled as he was, he was no match alone against either Johnny or Bullseye. "Which is why we come to you for 'help'."
"What we need is an assassin who specializes in tracking. Someone with keen, almost other-worldly senses. And I think I have just the man."
Keanu looked at the older man, interested as to how he could have come to such a quick decision. "Let me know when we can arrange to meet with him."
"I'd like to be involved in this as well," Ian requested. "You can set up a meeting, at Viggo's office, for tomorrow morning."
"You're certain the man will comply with your request?" Keanu asked, unsure how Ian could speak for another so confidently.
"He will be there, mark my word. Now go, and get everyone who will be involved set to meet first thing in the morning."
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Eyes large and blue and dazzling glowed in the otherwise dark condo. Was it a handicap or an advantage to have eyes like that? The man didn't know, nor did he care. He paced through the living room …trained senses already aware that a summons was imminent.
His hand was on the phone even before it rang. Clicking the 'connect' button, he didn't say a word…just waited for instructions.
"Craig," the Kumichō purred into the phone.
"Yes, my lord," he replied, his voice soft…almost caressing.
"We need to find, then hurt, then kill." Ian gave Craig directions to Viggo's office, telling him to be there early in the morning. "They'll bring you up to speed on the situation once you're there."
And with that, the connection was broken.
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"Shit, Sean," Karl growled, his lover's mouth completely devouring his quivering, hard shaft. "So….close…"
Unable to speak at the moment, Sean's snort was the only reaction he could make when the phone rang. Not wanting to stop, but also knowing the call might be important, Sean reached up, pushing the middle three fingers of his left hand against Karl's perineum and applying mild pressure. Karl bucked and writhed with the overwhelming sensation, but there was no release to his orgasm.
"What the fuck was that?" Karl asked when Sean's mouth retreated, his body drenched with sweat.
"Let meh answer the goddamned phone, and then I'll tell you," Sean said harshly. "This better be fookin' important," he said, answering his cell.
"Er, Sean?" Keanu asked, rather sheepishly. He was certain by the tone of Sean's voice that he'd interrupted something. "Sorry to bother you. But Ian has requested a meeting first thing in the morning."
"Fine. We'll be there. Anything else?" he asked, impatient to return to his dark-haired lover.
"Just one more thing, then I'll let you…get back to what you were doing," Keanu couldn't help but add. "Ian's already got someone in mind for the job."
"So quickly? That's fookin' amazin'," Sean replied, halfheartedly interested in the conversation now. But when he felt Karl's tongue tracing designs along his inner thigh, he was quick to revert back to his original haste. "Ok, we'll be there tomorrow. Bye."
Sean disconnected the line and dropped the phone, his attention now fully on Karl. "Gah, lover, what are ye doing?"
Karl's tongue didn't stop its assault on Sean's thigh, but his dark eyes looked up. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel," he said, his breath tickling the hairs on Sean's legs.
Sean reached down, physically pulling his lover up beside him. His green eyes shone with lust. "Ye do make meh feel good, fookin' good," he said, his lips ghosting over Karl's.
Karl reached up and caressed the shadowy beard on Sean's face, on his chin. His palm glided over Sean's neck, then moved back up to sink his fingers into the blonde mass atop his head. "Tell me, lover. What was that you did to me before? I felt the orgasm, but I didn't cum."
"It's called a 'million dollar point'," Sean explained. "It's supposed to help ye keep yer erection because the semen is blocked."
"Well," Karl drawled, reaching down to take a hold of Sean's still rigid cock. "I'd love to try it on you, but not now. Right now, I want you buried in me. And I want you to fill me with every last drop of your essence."
"Who am I to deny ye, my love?" Sean asked, reaching over to grab the lube.
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Having made love all day, Viggo and Orlando were already asleep in each other’s arms when Keanu's call came in. Viggo reached quickly to answer the phone.
"Seems I'm interrupting a lot of stuff tonight," Keanu observed.
"Nah, we were just…um…resting," Viggo answered, good-naturedly. "What's up?"
"I got in touch with Ian. He's already got someone in mind, a 'professional'. Wants us all to meet at your office first thing tomorrow morning."
"Fine with me. I'll let Alexandra know," Viggo said, then rang off, snuggling back under the covers, cuddling his angel.
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Alexandra arrived well earlier than she expected anyone else to appear, making sure there was coffee, setting out the bagels and toppings she'd stopped to pick up on the way. Absorbed with what she was doing, she didn't hear the soft peal of the elevator as it opened…until she heard someone clear his throat. When she turned to greet the individual, however, she thought she'd seen a ghost.
"David," Alexandra breathed, flabbergasted. "Oh my God."
Craig looked at the woman, not understanding why she addressed him so. "No, love, my name's Craig," he said, approaching her.
"But," she stammered. "You look just like…like someone I used to know." She was unable to say 'my dead husband', powerless to think clearly with someone who could have been David's reincarnation standing before her.
Craig sensed the agony within Alexandra, and moved to her side, sliding his arm around her. "Ian called, asked me to meet them all here."
She looked into the brilliant blue of his eyes, tears welling up in her own. "I'm…I'm sorry. Yes, they should all be here momentarily." Alexandra noted the softness in his voice, felt some 'connection' with him in a way.
Something devilish lit a fire in Craig's eyes. Already, there was a sensation he perceived from this woman. He reached behind her, slid his hand down her back, across the swell of her ass, and said, "It's ok, love. I don't bite...well, unless you want me to..."
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