Opposites attracts (Looking for 1 female. PM me if interrested)

[Bardiche]

(Looking for a female to join me in this story. PM me if interrested.)

Cal Brewer furrowed his brow. What the hell was going on over at Dana's apartment? He looked down at what he had written. The hero was making a fool of himself. What the hell was wrong with him? Cal suffered slightly of writers block. Not a good sign as writing was his living. No novels, no income. It was all Dana Devine's fault he muttered to himself as he saved his document in word. He never had a problem before she moved into the apartment next to him, two months earlier.

Those two months had been hard on Cal's writing and his peace of mind. Dana was around his own age of 29. Other than that she was completely different. Cal was working class and she was of aristocratic origin he was sure. He was dark and she was light. He was manly, he wrote masculin detective stories. She was feminine. He was annoyed at her. She was irritated with him. They had not said much to eachother. The first time they ever really spoke, except saying hello. Was two weeks earlier when Cal doing the laundry found a left behind red thong in the laundry machine. He stood, holding the silky lingerie in his hand when she arrived. Her face grew red in an instance when she saw what he held in his hand.

"Forgot something?" He said with a grin. She was almost boiling when she snatched the thong from him. The 15 minutes that followed she cursed him, all the while he looked at her with a smile. She turned with the righteous anger of a woman that had been insulted. Cal had just watched her leave with a smile on his lips. She sure had a short temper he mused to himself.

Now he turned of his computer. Dana had come home and the classical music she loved was reaching through the thin walls. He sighed and went in to his kitchen where he poured up a large whiskey to himself. Dana seemed to occupy his thoughts. He had no idea why.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Chopin played throughout Dana’s apartment as she peeled off her high heels and stockings. She rolled her shoulders, reached down and picked up her Turkish Angora cat, named Slipper. Her white fur tickled Dana’s nose and she pressed a kiss against her head. A few coos were given to her, before Dana let her slip easily to the floor. She made her way to her bedroom, slipping out of her pinstripe skirt and her silk blouse, leaving only a pair of red thongs and a bra on as she headed to the bathroom. Once there she stopped and stared at her reflection, admiring her figure and taking stock of her petite frame. “You’re not ugly,” she told herself, running her hands down her ribs and then over her hips, “so why don’t you have a date for tomorrow?” Another sigh had her pouting as she removed the rest of her clothes.

As she tossed the lacy underclothes in the hamper, Dana remembered her neighbor and how he’d blatantly fondled her thong when he found it in the community laundry. Granted, she knew he hadn’t been fondling it, but he would have, she told herself, if she hadn’t realized she’d left them there. She could still see the humor in his eyes as he proudly held up her clothes and waved them. . .again, she may have been remembering wrong, but surely that was smugness in his features; and no matter how handsome he was, he didn’t have to be smug.

Cal was so annoying. . .yet he probably had a date. The pain in the ass men, always had dates. Handsome, pain in the ass men . . . did too. She continued to dwell on the man that had become a thorn in her side. She pulled a few hair pins from her dark black hair, letting the curls fall and skate across her back. A few swipes of a facial cloth, had her make-up removed, leaving her creamy complexion and bright green eyes staring back at her. Yet she still thought of Cal and how he seemed to find ways to annoy her. Her mail was always mixed in with his. Her paper often found on his threshold. Even her cat had managed to become his friend, the one time Slipper had slipped outside. . .Cal had found her and brought her back.

After her shower she slid on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, before heading to her desk to make a few phone calls. She needed a date for the Children’s Hospital Fund Raiser and she was down to old boyfriends. When the fourth told her he was unavailable and then invited her to his wedding in the same minute, she slammed her phone down and turned up her music, letting it rock her home as only Chopin could do.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal was royally pissed. Why the hell did she have to play the music that loud? It was probably just her way to tell him that she was home. She was well liked by their neighbours and none of them would ever think of complaining. If it had been some other music he may had been okey with it, but he just hated that classical shit. He was not any of her boyfriends, all of which he saw as wimps. A real man did not listen to that crap.

He liked rock'n roll and some country music. That was the music for men in his oppinion. His novel story hero Rex would agree with him. Rex was a real man. Cal had made sure of that. He had no women problem and certainly no neighbour problem. Rex was all man as a hero should be. He used women as he saw fit when he did his job as a PI, and the women loved him. No one could resist him.

The problem was the deadline from the editor and Cal's writers block. One more thing he liked to blame Dana for. His grey eyes showed his irritation and his hands camed through his dark hair in frustration. He felt a little tingle of anticipation as he thought about going over and ringing on her door. To ask her to lower the music, nothing else. He almost smiled as he saw her reaction in his mind. Before he had the sense to change his mind he took on his blue jeans and white t-shirt and headed for the door.

Standing in front of her door he just hesitated a short moment before he rang the bell. Maybe he should have shaved as his face had two days stubble. To late now he thought to himself as he rang the bell once again. Maybe she was deaf as a result of that loud music he mused.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The wail of the doorbell dug into the classical music that was being pumped into the apartment as well as Dana’s body. She rolled her eyes and willed the invader to go away. Another shrill ran through the house and Dana growled, pushed her cat from her lap and smoothed down her shirt. She walked casually to the door, grunting low and primal as a third tone blared its way into her ears. “Patience!” she shouted and the reached the door. She peeked through the security hole and sighed. Pulling the chain, unlocking the lock and opening the door itself, she glared at her neighbor.

“What?” she asked, staring at him as if he’d grown another head. She noticed his careless way of dressing, somehow him in jeans and a t-shirt looked sloppy to her, where she wearing the same thing, but in feminine size looked carefree and appealing. Sexy. Even his two day growth of facial hair managed to distract her. She told herself that the look would have been better served on a model from the local hardware store, not the man in front of her.

She heard him or thought she heard him mention her music. “You like? Wanna borrow it?” her snide comment, showed him that she didn’t really care what he thought, yet she turned on her heel, grabbed the stereo remote and decreased the volume. Once that was done, she noticed the cat making a beeline for the enemy and she hissed. “Slipper, don’t even think about it.” She tossed a toy mouse over the cat’s head and watched the ball of fluff dart down the hall after it.

Dana returned her attention to her neighbor. “Was there something else?” she asked. Her gaze ran over him and she found herself smiling. “You know what Calvin,” she loved extending his name, not knowing or caring if it were his real one or not, “you look like you’d clean up well, if given the right incentive. Do you have plans tomorrow night?” She wasn’t sure what had prompted her to ask her neighbor such a personal question, except she could not show up without someone on her arm. Cal would have to do. “I’m in a pinch and need a guest to go with me to a fund raising dinner. Game?” she asked.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal was about to give up. She probably looked through the security hole and decided to leave him standing there like a fool. He surely felt like one. Why the hell was he there. He knew that she probably would be irritated seing him and that would lead to him trying to irritate her even more. Ending with her slamming the door in his face.

Just as he was about to turn on his heels she opened the door. He tried to out voice the music coming from her apartment. "Care to lower the volume of that crap you are listening to?" He immediately said but with her comment she either just heard wrong or tried to goad him. The cat was friendly though but she immediately put a stop to that. At least she lowered the volume.

The next thing he just stared at her. Was he hearing her right? She asked him out on a date? He ignored her calling him Calvin even as a muscle in his chin twitched at that name. He hated it. It was only his mother that used it and Dana was not her. She was to damn sexy to be that.

A slow smile formed on his lips as he eyed her, up and down and then back up again, finally meeting her gaze. "And what will i get in return for that?" His smile widens as he keep meeting her eyes with his own. "I have to check my schedule i think." He grins and turn to walk back to his own apartment. In truth he had no plans but he had to decide if this was something he was willing to do. He needed a date for the writers convention coming up at the weekend. Was Dana willing to follow him if he was her date on her fancy dinner?

He sat in his comfortable thinking chair and his thoughts was leading him into the direction of accepting to be her date. Before he had the chance to reconsider he take the telephone book and look up Dana. He calls her number and wait. When he hear her voice he immediately speak his demand.

"I accept to be your date tomorrow night if you accept to be mine in a writers convention this weekend."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She frowned at his back as he walked away from her. How dare he, she thought. Here I am, a single, adorable, sexy, and very well-versed in several languages, fine art and great music and he walks away from me, as if he’s got something or someone better to spend his time with. Her eyes narrowed in on him and then she growled as she realized she’d focused on his ass and the way his jeans were tight around the round cheeks. A “umph” escaped her lips and she shut the door, barely missing her cat’s tail. “Serves you right for liking the enemy,” she sneered, pouted and walked away, a simple “meow” the only answer to her statement.

Dana pulled a cherry yogurt from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer, just as she was ready to slide her mouth over the creamy fruit the phone rang. “Damn it,” she hissed and left her snack on the counter top. She picked up the phone, noting the caller’s identity and smirked. “I knew you’d come around,” she told the phone and then pressed talk to actually speak to her neighbor.

His demand annoyed her. She bit her lip, cutting off the words of “fuck you” and swallowing them down her slim throat. “Fine,” she muttered. “I need you here at five. It is a black-tie affair, that means a tuxedo. You do know what those are right? And you’ll have to shave and do something with your hair . . . cologne too.”

She waited for his response, figuring she would have his declining words and have him back out before a minute passed. Then she too could back out and noone would ever know how desperate she’d been.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal smiled at her words. "I know what a tuxedo is. No need to worry. I accept and will be presentable." After he hang up on her he laughed outloud. When he recalled her words about his hair he frowned slightly. What was wrong with his hair? No woman had ever complained about it. It was unkept, sure. But it was clean and he took great care of it.

He stood up and walked to his bedroom and opened the wardrobe. He chose a white shirt and found the only tie he had. A pink one. It was a present from a friend who gave it to him as a jest many years ago. The only time he wore it had been to that friends wedding. With a smile he placed it on top of the shirt on the bed. Next he took the black tuxedo from the hanger. With a sigh he also placed that on the bed. Like the tie he had only used the tuxedo once. He hated this stuff. Jeans and t-shirts was more his style.

Next on the agenda was to shave and he took care of the two day stubble quickly and effectively. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. What a handsome devil he chuckled and placed his shaving kit back in the small bag. Feeling hungry he made a quick meal of macaroni and cheese which he ate with good appetite.

Cal felt in a writing mood, which he hadn't in a few weeks. He actually wrote two chapters and ended the second with Rex meeting a woman that was as fastwitted as himself. With a smile he saved his work and turned of his computer. Feeling both tired and content he went to bed. Sleep came easy and he woke up in the morning fully rested.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana woke with sunlight blazing across her face. Rolling over, she lifted the pillow she’d tossed earlier over her alarm clock, and noted the time. “Fuck,” she muttered, and slipped out of bed. It wasn’t long before Bach was playing through the apartment and she was washing away the sleep in her eyes, the tangle of curls that she called hair, and easing the aches and pains from her shoulders.

Once she was clean and completely awake, she headed out of the shower, dripping dry and letting the air in her apartment caress her skin. The cool air tickled her skin, bringing shivers across her naked flesh. Her nipples grew hard and tight and the teased them, casually running her palms across the ridged surfaces, as she made her way to her kitchen. She paused and cranked the classical music up higher.

Picking up Slipper, she carried the bundle of fluff over to the kitchen and with one hand opened a can of cat food and the deposited it in a bowl for her furry friend. “Enjoy baby,” she said and then headed to the balcony of her home with a bottle of water and a book. She stopped by the leather sofa and picked up a sheer, white, cover-up shirt that she often kept tossed against the contrasting black fabric. After pulling that over her lithe figure she headed out to her private sanctuary and sat down on one of the two wicker patio chairs.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal let the sun from his bedroom window wake him up. He yawned and was in a good mood. Not even the music he heard from Dana's apartment disturbed him this day. He took a long shower and wiped his athletic body with the large towel. He smiled at the small straws he saw on his chin in the mirror. He shaved again. Everything to please his date, he chuckled to himself.

He went to the kitchen and started to make some coffee. Then he prepared two cheese and ham sandwitches wich he ate standing at the counter. When he had eaten and drinking his coffee he took on his jeans and a blue t-shirt.

He spent the day in front of his computer. The words just flowed from his mind to the screen. Rex was in trouble. Woman trouble. A new experience for the macho man. Michelle or Mike as she wanted to be called made life difficult for the Private detective. She was just as smart and dirty in her mouth as Rex was.

Cal leaned back in his chair and looked at the watch. almost 4:30. He jumped up from the chair. Almost thirty minutes until he was supposed to meet Dana. The story in his head had just been so intense that he had forgotten the time. He cursed softly and undressed. Leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.

He used some cologne he had bought a few weeks earlier but never tried. It was called Slow desire. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was in a mess. He watercamed it and it looked better. Cal sighed at his reflection. He looked like a wimp he thought to himself. He liked his hair as it was, a controlled mess.

He opened the underwear drawer and choose to wear black boxer shorts and black socks. Then he took on his white shirt and spent some time trying to figure out the tie. He never wore those damn things. The pinkyness of it almost hurt his eyes but he was looking forward to the effect it would have on Dana. Then he took on the rest of the outfit and actually looked quite good in it. After he had put on his best shoes he left the apartment. He camed through his hair with his fingers again before he rang the doorbell of Dana's door. Checking the time he saw that he was five minutes late. He smiled at the thought that fine peaple always was late.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana opened the door and glared at her neighbor, trying to remain angry and menacing as he stood there. She stared at him, taking in his dashing good looks, only enhanced by the freshly scrubbed and shaved face and the dark suit. “You’re late,” she hissed, then stepped out, pushing Slipper back into the apartment. “No, you can not come with us,” she told her pet, before pulling the door closed.

She smoothed her hands down her form-fitting gown. The emerald green silk ended at her ankles, the slit on the right traveled from the hem to just a few inches from the round curve of her ass. Her shoulders were covered by a black wrap that hooked at the center of her dress. If removed her skin would be exposed to the night air as well as her date’s gaze, something she wasn’t quite ready for. For some reason she wanted to see approval in his eyes and that annoyed her. What upset her more though was seeing disgust. After all, she had had to resort to asking him out, so perhaps she wasn’t as pretty as she thought she was.

“There’s a car outside waiting for us. A limo. . .don’t act to shocked by its appearance. You need to behave like you are used to living this life.” She stepped into the elevator and watched him move in with her.

“You look very nice,” she told him. “You clean up rather well.”

The ride down the elevator was quick, yet it gave Dana time to collect herself. “Thanks for doing this,” she said, before the doors opened and she wrapped her arm around his. “Show time.” Dana didn’t want the driver of the limo to have any rumors to spread during his “off time” tonight. She wanted everyone to think she was happily attached to the man on her arm.

 

[Bardiche]

"You look very nice," Dana told him as they where going down the elevator. "You clean up very well." Cal smiled at her. He was quite surprised by her words. He had expected her to be insulting him or something. He felt awkward in the outfit she had told him to wear. She on the other hand was sexy as hell. He couldn't help but look once and twice at her leg that was revealed in the slit of her gown. He once again silently wondered if this was such a smart idea. Spending the evening with this woman could do nothing for him except being a damn temptation.

"You don't look half bad yourself." He said and cocked his head at her. When she lectured him about proper behavior he just looked at her. She must think him stupid or something. The feeling that she looked down on him reapeared and he kept his smile in place but inside his irritation bubbled just under the surface. It wasn't the first time he had travelled in a limo.

With her arm in his they walked over to the waiting limo where the driver patiently waited for them. After a polite greeting he opened the backdoor for them. Being the gentleman Cal let Dana enter first and took a good look at her ass doing so. Damn it he thought. She owe me big time for this.

With a sigh he sits down opposite from her in the seats and eyes the interior. He was quite impressed, not that he would admit it to anyone. Especially not to the woman sitting in front of him. He smiled at Dana. He would be his own self. No matter what she had asked of him.

"What is this fund raiser about?" He asked casually as the driver slowly steered the car out in the street. "Don't wan't to be uninformed if peaple actually talk with me." They where probably all snobs. Dressed up as he was Cal felt like a fake. No tuxedo would make him to look like he belonged there. Of that he was sure. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't take his eyes of Dana. She had always had an attraction on him but this was the first time he saw her in this way and he felt his loins react, just being this close to her. This was going to be a long evening.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana relaxed into her seat, or at least she tried to give off the appearance she was totally at ease with her date for the evening. In reality, Dana was nervous, more so than she ever had been before. She and Cal couldn’t spend five minutes without barking down each other’s throats, how were they going to spend all evening together. She heard his question and it pulled her out of her reverie. “It’s a fund raiser for the local Children’s Hospital. My parents are big supporters and I’m supposed to present Dad with some plaque or something.”

She sighed and turned to face him, the slit of her dress opening further. “Cal, I’m sorry if I was an ass earlier. It’s just this means a lot to my parents. Me being there and well. . . me not having a date for the night really irked me. More than it should have sure, but it did just the same.”

Her fingers tugged at her dress, toying with the slit’s seam. She glanced back up at him. “I’m willing to put the fact that you despise me and I you, behind me for the night if you are. I need. . .well. . .I want everyone to think you’re happy to be seen with me. Call me egotistical, or selfish, even a snob and I’ll admit to all of it. But there are people there, people worse than I am and if I had shown up without a date. . .well even adults behave like high schoolers in the powder room.”

“So friends?” she asked, extending her hand and wondering if by shaking it, she’d be sealing her fate to the workings of the Devil himself. Right now Cal looked like a dashing writer from some romance novel, not the laid back, cavalier and annoying man next door.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal could not completely hide his surprise at her words. Her extended hand was even more surprising. This day was weird in many ways. Her apology and his reaction to her. He had always been attracted to her but this was actually the first time his body reacted on that attraction. Maybe it was her clothes that made the difference, but he doubted it. He had dated women with more revealing clothes and more often than not ended up in bed with them. He had never been so aware of them that he was of Dana this moment though.

He took her hand in his and held it longer than necessary. He had never despised her. He had been annoyed with her, irritated and even angry but never had he despised her.

"I know how you think of me but i have never despised you. You irritate the hell out of me, but never once have i seen you as despicable." With a smile he let her hand go and places his own hand in his lap.

"You shouldn't worry about how peaple see you anyway. I never do." His smile widens. His eyes wander over her body almost automatically. "It is so much fun not to care about how peaple think of you. You can miss out on alot of fun." He say and lean back.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana sighed as she watched his cavalier attitude wash over him. “I don’t have the luxury of being able to ignore the thoughts of others. I have a reputation and a name to maintain. Sure I live in a lease apartment, just like you do, much to my families disapproving glare, but I still have to live by their standards, or at least in public show that I am.”

“I can’t embarrass them and show up in a relaxed state of mind and body. I can’t walk around ‘slumming it’ in shorts and a T-shirt. If they knew I paraded around my apartment nude, my parents would be shocked. Hell they’d plant a guard at my door and paint my windows black. Then pray noone had nude shots of their precious daughter to plaster all over the tabloids.”

She sighed and pulled at the slit in her dress. “No, I can’t be casual and carefree. I have to be the person they want me to be, or I’ll disappoint too many. What I want, doesn’t matter. They come first.”

The limo pulled up to the front of the Center and the driver stepped out, opening the door for Cal and then allowing him to help Dana from the glossy interior. She held his hand; hers trembled slightly.

“Ready?” she asked, as she squeezed his fingers and looked up into his eyes, hoping he would be the gentleman she prayed was lurking inside.

 

[Bardiche]

When Cal looked at Dana sitting in the car. Her trembling hand in his. He was overwhelmed with protective feelings toward her. This was a new emotion for him. Why would she invoke such feelings in him when neither of his previous girlfriends did that. It was an awkward feeling as she squeezed his fingers in a way he saw as a silent question. He gave her a smile and a small nod.

"I am ready. Show me the sharks and i will help you defeat them." He help her out of the car. He links his arm in hers and grins. "I will try and forget that you parade naked in your apartment." He whispers in her ear so no one overhears him. Not even the driver. "Even if that picture will stay with me all evening."

He smile to himself as they walk toward the big building where he guess the fund raiser will be held. He see other couples just outside the double doors chatting and laughing. This was just not his cup of tea he reflects as he watches the dresses and tuxedos. His own clothes was really annoying him. He was more a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. He even wore shirts once in a while. He take a deep breath as they close in on the crowd.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana was still blushing when the first group of her “friends” crushed themselves against her. The warmth of Cal’s breath as he whispered to her about her state of undress seemed to hover over her skin and the tingling it brought to her flesh had been quite a shock to her. She kept herself close to him, making introductions and showing off her quite handsome and delicious looking date. A few of her girlfriends worked hard to find a space between them, but Dana wouldn’t relent, baring her teeth in a faux smile of friendship when in reality any woman would have recognized the grin as a predatory one and not a come be my buddy one.

“If you’ll excuse us,” she told the group after spending several drawn out minutes chatting with them, “I’m in need of a drink and I’m sure there are some other folks here that Cal and I should say hello to.”

She pushed her way, with her date by her side, through the throng of friends, acquaintances, and nobodies, eventually ending up at a table where drinks were already poured or the server behind it could mix someone up something a bit stronger. “What’s your poison?” she asked Cal, before turning to the attendant and asking for a sour amaretto.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal kept his polite smile in place as he met her friends. To many to remember all their names. He barely even noticed that they tried to get his attention. Even though most of the women was beautiful and sexy like hell he was glued to Dana, the most sexy woman there. He had made a promise to her not to embarrass her. He was friendly but that was all. A blond woman named Stephanie tried to flirt with him while Dana talked with someone else. Stephanie was dressed to kill in a black low cut evening dress that barely contained her breasts. She turned away with obvious disappointment when she noticed that Cal wasn't interested.

Cal looked around as he and Dana left the crowd. He took a breath of relief as no one followed them. He liked women. Sure he did, but the women here seemed like vultures. Circling around their prey. He was thankful that he had Dana by his side, protecting him. At that thought he smiled a little ironic.

“What’s your poison?” He heard Dana ask and found himself staring down at a table full with drinks of every kind. There was not many drinks he was familiar with. Drinks in many colors. He clears his throat and look at the attendant.

"You have whisky?" He asks as he look back down at the table. Nope, no whisky there.

"Yes sir, what sort of whisky you want?" The attendant ask politely.

"Any sort will be good." Cal say and turn to Dana.

"This seem to be a success. Many people here." He say with a smile as he take the offered glass of yellow brownish liquid from the attendant.

Just then he see a familiar face in the distance. He curses inwardly as the red haired woman steer his way. Penelope Gaurie, or Penny that she rather is called have obviously seen him and Dana standing there and walk toward them with determination. Her green dress look absolutely gorgeous and match her hair perfectly. When she come closer Cal see her eyes spitting venom at Dana.

"Cal, honey. Never expected to see you here." Her words were sweet but Cal knew that Penny was a cold and greedy bitch. He had almost fallen in her trap once. They had one date before he realised how she was. He sighed and placed his arm around Dana's shoulder.

"I never expected to be here." He say with a forced smile. "I am glad that i let Dana persuade me."

Penny look at him as if he was a strange species. This was the last place she would have expected to see Cal Brewer. And that he was in the company of Dana Devine was even stranger.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana enjoyed herself far more than she expected, or wanted to admit. Cal was attentive to her when others were obviously trying to either lure him away or gain his attentions to the vast amount of bosom that were on display. When they left the small group of gatherers to get drinks Dana was quite pleased with her date and found herself curious as to what he was thinking. They sipped on their beverages and then she noted a quick change in Cal’s demeanor. Her gaze shifted from his face, which she’d been openly admiring, to the place he was focusing his attentions on.

The sight of another woman, this one whose eyes were honed in on her date made Dana’s bristles rise. She stepped closer to Cal, not even aware she’d done so. Penny Gaurie, a known womanizer and money hungry bitch was casually, but determinedly making her way toward them. When she reached Cal’s side, Dana felt the tension in her date increase ten fold. She frowned slightly and listened to the swift interchange of words that in Dana’s opinion seemed strained.

Upon hearing her name, she felt herself relax slightly. At least he hadn’t forgotten about me, she thought to herself. She noticed the look of disdain flash across the other woman’s face. Dana slipped her arm through the hook of Cal’s, allowing her fingers to rest comfortably on his forearm. “I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else,” she whispered into his ear, loud enough for Penny to hear her. She placed a soft kiss against the underside of his lobe before resting her body against his. “I didn’t know you’d be here Penny. I heard about how you and Richard split. Such a nasty thing. I understand you’re out 20 grand for that lavish dress you’ll not be wearing at the alter.”

Dana’s eyes were wide, giving her the look of an innocent, but inside she was smiling as Penny’s face grew pale, then flushed. “Don’t worry though, I’m sure someday someone will come along and pick you up. But... not tonight,” she proclaimed, and tugged gently on Cal. “Sweetheart, there are a few people I’d like you to meet. I’ve spotted them over there,” she nodded her head in the direction of one of the balconies that would take the couple outside to a dimly candle lit platform. “Do you mind?” she asked, not sparing a glance to Penny as she stared into Cal’s eyes.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal wasn't sure if he should laugh or just be shocked by Dana's bitchy way toward Penny. She had surely chosen the right victim. Penny was totally speechless as Dana's words cut her down with no remorse. Cal just smiled as he saw the chock in Penny's face. Inside he was tremendously pleased as he couldn't stand the woman. The one and only date they had was enough for him to realise how she was. He had no doubt that she was trying to get into his pants. Hell, she was in his pants only one hour after their date started. It had taken all of his diplomatic efforts to get her out of them. No way he wanted to get her in bed.

Dana on the other hand, he would love to take to bed. Even if they was different as day and night. Her hands on his body. On his arm to be truthful. He felt the warmth of the touch and he had to take a deep breath to control himself as she kissed him softly under his ear. He was amazed at her acting and quite surprised to. He had no reason to think she liked him. From what he understood he wasn't even her type. He was enjoying her attention to much to care why she did it though. His only concern was of how he reacted to it.

He smiled down at her as she stared into his eyes. Then he look back at Penny.

"Seem like we are meeting some of Dana's friends." He say before looking to Dana again. He don't know what it is about her. Her sexy dress, her eyes that stared at him or just that he had wanted to do it every since he saw her standing in the door annoyed when he was just some minutes late. Whatever it was he just couldn't help himself.

He just leaned down and kissed her. He could feel her surprise as his lips covered hers. The taste of moist femininity and lip gloss had his pulse racing as his mouth explored hers. He abruptly ended the kiss before he totally lost the control or any of the women there saw how his body reacted to it. His breathing was quick but he seemed to have his emotions under control.

"See you Penny." He said with a forced smile and linked his arm to Dana's again. Without a glance back he led Dana toward the dimly lit platform. She had picked a good spot he thought to himself. The verbal assault he expected was better if it was coming in private. Once they where outside he let go of her arm and turns to her with folded arms. He smile at her.

"If you gonna yell. Do it quietly." He say softly as his eyes meet hers.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana blinked several times as she stared up at Cal. Her lips were still moist from his kiss and her tongue darted out to taste the flavor of him that she knew would still linger; she wasn’t disappointed. “Umm. . .shouldn’t I be apologizing to you?” she asked, “I mean I just kinda turned really nasty to Penny and I really don’t know why, except she’s a nasty, money-hungry slut and she was looking at you like you were her next victim. For all I know you very well could have wanted to me and I just ruined it for you.”

She licked her lips again and then chewed nervously on the lower one. A couple walked out onto the balcony and she glanced briefly at them and moved closer to Cal in order to give them a place of their own to stand as well as privacy. As her body pressed into his she leaned in, took a deep breath and memorized his scent. “Thank you,” she whispered, and glanced briefly into his eyes, “for coming tonight. I really do appreciate it and that thing you want me to go to... don’t worry, I’ll be good and won’t embarrass you too bad.”

Dana stepped back and winked. Inside her stomach was rolling and pitching. She had to distance herself from Cal, because there was no way she could be attracted to him. “It’s been too long,” she muttered under her breath. She knew under normal circumstances she wouldn’t be attracted to her handsome neighbor, she just needed a new boyfriend or a quick lay, something to get her over the hump she was obviously in. Her and Cal were from two different worlds. She looked back into the room and saw Penny, well it seems they ran in some of the same circles.

“I think we’ve been here long enough,” she sighed and fidgeted nervously on her heeled shoes. “Unless there is someone else you know and want to touch base with?”

 

[Bardiche]

Cal couldn't turn his eyes from her mouth. That she licked her lips and chewed on the lower one didn't help much. At least it took his attention away from her body he thought ironically. When she put some distance to him he smiled at her. He could see that the kiss had affected her as well as him. He was quite surprised she hadn't cursed him for taking liberties with her or something.

"You have nothing to apoligise for. Penny are a bitch of first class. I am quite proud of you. Didn't thought you had it in you. But you sure told her of." He grin and take her hand in his and squeeze it. "Thank you for protecting me."

"And thank you for following me to the convention to." He look at her strangely. "Seems like we just keep thanking each other."

He look away for a moment and watches the couple that had followed them out there. They seemed oblivious to that they weren't completely alone as they where doing some heavy kissing. Cal coughed lightly and grinned before he turn back to Dana.

"I am here because of you Dana. If you think we are done we can leave. I don't know anyone here and certainly don't see anyone that i would like to know better." He take her hand in his and turn to walk in from the balcony.

Once inside they immediately head for the exit. Cal see Penny standing a bit away with some of her friends. Her eyes are burning holes in Dana's back. Cal feel a little uneasy at the hate he can read in those eyes and put his arm around Dana's shoulder to protect her from the gaze.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana shivered at the touch of Cal as it swept around her. She could feel several eyes on them as they left the party, one pair she knew she'd have to deal with at the club the next time the two crossed paths. She was silent as they waited for the car to be brought around. She still leaned into Cal, absorbing the warmth he unknowingly offered her. Her mouth still tasted of him and her body was still tingling. Her stomach was softly rolling and pitching and her lip was still being caressed by her tender assault of teeth and tongue.

The limo pulled up and the valet attendant opened the car for the couple. Dana smiled, and found disappointment in having to leave Cal's side. She slipped into her seat and secured herself in the seat belt, then waited for Cal to climb in after her. She watched him with a look – that had she been near a mirror she couldn't have named.

“Wine?” she asked as the door closed behind him. The bottle was already in her hand and she motioned for him to grab a couple of goblets that swayed gently as the limo began to pull away. “Thanks again,” she whispered and kept her eyes on the round bottle she held in her manicured palm. “About this convention,” she asked after pouring the wine and setting the bottle back, “what do I need to wear?”

 

[Bardiche]

As Cal climbed in the limo he felt a little uneasy. He hadn't expected this feeling around Dana. He was a grown man and not a teenager. That kiss shouldn't have meant so much to him but he just couldn't forget those soft lips against his own. He had been with many women over the years. Never had he been this affected by any of those. When he kissed any of them it was because he wanted to. He didn't have that burning need to touch them and kiss them as he now had with Dana. Maybe that kiss was a big mistake after all.

Dana didn't seem unaffected by it either. That she continually had her tongue touching her lips was just so damn sexy to Cal and he had to avoid his eyes from her mouth and in doing so had his eyes resting on her cleavage. He carefully took down two goblets and let her fill them up with wine. He gave one to her and took a sip of is own wine.

"No need to thank me. I had a good time." He give her a small smile. A very good time. He never would have thought being dressed up in a tuxedo would count as having a good time.

"This convention." His smile widens. "There are no dress code so you can dress casually. I will be in Jeans and shirt." He grin at her. "I forgot to mention it is a two day convention that start the day after tomorrow." He take another sip of the wine as he watches her reaction. "Don't worry. We can have separate rooms if that make you feel more secure." He raises his eyebrow.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dana’s eyes grew slightly wider at his sudden revelation concerning the convention. She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her chest and glared. “Two days!” she exclaimed and rolled her eyes. “I wish you would have told me. I’ve got to find a sitter for my cat.”

She shook her head. “That was really thoughtless,” she muttered and sighed, then uncrossed her arms. “I don’t have much choice though and an extra room is the only way I’d agree to this. Damn it Cal. . .that wasn’t fair at all.”

Her lips fell in a soft pout as she looked over at him. She was wrong after all. Here she was thinking Cal was a nice fellow, considerate and charming... but her first assessment had been right. He was inconsiderate. He knew she wouldn’t have agreed to a two day convention not with the way she felt about him before the party tonight.

She sipped at her wine and brooded silently. When they reached the apartment, she wasted no time in either waiting on the driver or Cal to open her door.

“Looks like I have to pack,” she muttered and walked away. “Thanks for coming. At least I was up front and honest,” she said as she hurried away from him, leaving him barely out of the limo before she took to the stairs, in hopes to reach her apartment before he railroaded her.

 

[Bardiche]

Cal expected her annoyance. It was easier on his ears than he would have thought though. No screaming, just silently accusing. He kept his smile in check as she went on. When she was done he kept enjoying his wine and they shared a very awkward silence until the limo stopped.

"Was my pleasure." He replied to her thanks. Was he really dishonest? He didn't think so. It had just escaped his mind to tell her about the two days. Or had it? He climbed out of the limo and looked at Dana move toward the apartment building. He had to enjoy the swig in her steps.

With a smile he started to jog after her. He opened the door to the building and heard her up in the stairs. By the sound of it she was in a hurry. To avoid him? He had seen that she had been angry with him. He enjoyed teasing her. It had been why he almost had decided to hold her panties ransomed that day.

It really bothered him if she would have the last word in this matter so he ran up the stairs, two steps at a time. He came up to their floor just in time to see her fumbling with her key to open the door.

"Wait a minute." He say as he fold his arms. "No good night kiss?" He smile at her. "No proper date end without a kiss." He take a step closer to her and see to it that his body block her way from going inside and closing the door in his face.