They laid on Mick’s bed and fucked for forty minutes. They laid on Mick’s bed and moved their bodies in complete sync and harmony. Mick was rubbing her ass, and she was embracing his rock hard frame, and they were kissing and looking into each other’s eyes and kissing all over again.
And when they came, Mick moaned and clenched it out, while Roz pulsated and eased into her orgasm. Because it was less about sex for both of them this time. And more about each other.
Later, after Mick got even more sleep and Roz watched him sleep, they showered together, and then had dinner, and then left Mick’s hotel five hours after they had arrived. Mick felt a heavy burden as they stepped off of the private elevator and was escorted by his General Manager across the lobby and to the limousine. But his burden had nothing to do with the fact he had missed his very important meeting. He rescheduled it for later tonight. It wasn’t even because of the stress his entire organization was under. His burden was born out of something he taught himself to avoid like a plague years ago: guilt. Pure, unadulterated guilt. He placed his hand in the small of Roz’s back as he assisted her into the limo, and sat on the seat beside her. He was guilty that he didn’t let her go, while she had the chance.
Roz was sleepy and tired, and felt comfortable enough to lay her head on his shoulder. When he wrapped his arm around her, supporting the fact that she was resting against him, she ended up falling asleep.
Mick closed his eyes too, but not from sleepiness or even weariness. He was burdened by a duty he didn’t want to perform. This wonderful lady sleeping so peacefully against him could very well become the love of his life. He knew it just as surely as he knew his own face. She could become his saving grace. But the flip side was the problem. Because not only would he get her, but she would have to get him. And given his lifestyle, given all the shit he was tied up in, he could become her undoing.
He slouched down in his seat and continued to hold her. He continued to feel the fragility of her body against his. When they were making love, she said she felt safe with him. Safe, she said. As if she knew he could protect her. And he could. He could protect her against any bad man out there. But it would be like a band aid on a gunshot wound. Because the truth was what was paining Mick. Because he was the problem. He was the bad man. Who was going to protect her from him?
Only he could do that.
And by the time Deuce McCurry stopped the limousine at the curb in front of Roz’s apartment building, Mick had resigned himself to do just that.
Deuce opened the door for them and Roz and Mick made their way across the sidewalk and up to her apartment. When they got to her apartment, and she unlocked it, she looked at him. It wasn’t lost on her that his mood had changed considerably.
“Want to come in?” she asked him.
“Thank you, but no. I’ve got a meeting.”
Him and his late night meetings! “Get you some rest, though, Mick. You can’t work all the time.”
And she was so kind! This was hard enough, why did she have to be so kind? “I won’t,” he said. “Thank you.”
“Well, good night,” she said, and gave him a hug.
He held her too, with his eyes squeezed shut. Because he knew what time it was.
When they stopped hugging, he looked her dead in her expressive eyes. “Good bye, Rosalind,” he said.
Roz stared at him. Why didn’t he just say goodnight? Why did he have to say goodbye? Was it because he was leaving her again? The only reason they were together at all tonight anyway wasn’t because of any move he made. “See you next time,” she said, trying him.
He didn’t respond. His silence spoke volumes.
“Will there be a next time, Mick?” she asked him pointblank.
Mick wanted to appease her. He wanted to appease himself. But she deserved better than that. “No,” he said truthfully, looking her dead in her eyes. “There will not be a next time.”
Rosalind’s heart dropped. She actually felt a sudden pain in her gut. Why would she feel this way? She barely knew this man! Why was he affecting her so? “Okay,” she said, holding up better than he expected. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too,” Mick said, holding up better than she expected.
And then she didn’t delay. She entered her home quickly, and just as quickly closed the door.