First and foremost, I have to apologize for taking so long to continue this story. I loved all of your feedback and hope that you enjoy this installment. I also promise that it will not take as long for me to post the next. Sometimes life gets in the way of the things you truly enjoy. Writing is my guilty pleasure and I hope that reading my stories will become your's. With that said, I hope you come to love the characters in this story as much as I have...
"One sec, Jos!"
"Tell her to go away, Catherine."
Catherine heard the command in Daniel's voice and almost did exactly as he ordered. Catherine walked towards the door. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nibbled on the nape of her neck. His voice was ragged, "Is this how we want to play the game, Cat?" His hands held onto her hips as he ground into her from behind. She trembled slightly as he placed his hands right above her pelvic bone.
Desperately Catherine wanted to say to hell with Joselyn. Mentally smacking herself chanting, Bad little sister, bad. Slowly turning to face Daniel, Cat whispered, "This is her wedding we are here for."
Daniel stared hard into her eyes trying to figure out exactly what it was that drew him to Miss Catherine Barr. He knew she was right. They needed to behave, well, he needed to behave and remember exactly what they were here for. A wedding. Something he desperately wanted to avoid at all costs. The proverbial ball and chain. Death to the libido. The hangman's noose. Lost in his own thoughts, Daniel didn't even realize that Cat had opened the dressing room door. Joselyn burst in chattering about how awful the gowns looked on everyone else and then screeched at the top of her lungs.
"Why is he in here?!?"
Trying to recover from the horrifying noise, Daniel muttered while rubbing his left ear, "I came by to make sure of what time to pick up your sister this evening." As he was turning to look at Cat, he noticed a man walk into the fitting room. Clenching his jaw, half growling, "Who in the fuck are you and what in the hell are you doing in here?"
"Uhhh....Cat?" Gabe raised his eyebrows, waiting for Catherine to answer for him as a man with piercing green eyes came towards him.
Immediately Cat rushed in between Daniel and Gabe. "Daniel, this is Gabe. The person I was on the phone with a few minutes ago." Catherine gestured towards her cell phone which she just noticed was broken into several pieces in the floor. She sputtered, "You....you....broke my phone!"
"Why in the hell is he here? Didn't I tell him on the fucking phone to have a nice life? Should I have said stay the fuck away?!?" Daniel and Cat were nose to nose. His jaw was clenching and his hands were shaking. Catherine's dark eyes slanted and very quietly she simply stated two words.
"Get out."
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Surprisingly enough, everyone left except Daniel and Catherine. The tone of her voice must have triggered some response in the people she knew much better than he. But, not once did Daniel break eye contact with her. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed to go jet black. Very quietly and softly Cat turned and slowly walked to the door, shutting it completely. Her back was still to him when she stated, "Do not ever. And I do mean ever, speak to me or my friends and family like that."
"Cather...," she silenced him by raising her hand.
"You don't know me. I don't know you. Don't assume that because we shared some amazing chemistry for a brief second, which is more than likely completely lost due to your assanine behavior, that you can take control of anything."
Mentally counting to ten, trying not to combust, Daniel waited. He wanted her to turn around and face him. He would not have a conversation with someone who refused to look at him. He walked to her. Gently he grabbed her hand and turned her towards him. Catherine looked over his shoulder. "Please look at me, baby."
How did someone with the warmest brown eyes manage to freeze someone else with a look? Daniel brought his hand up to cup her cheek and she flinched. It felt like she puched him by that one reaction. Dropping his hand, "I'm sorry. I overreacted. I just lost it when some man, that I don't know, walked into my girlfriend's dressing room while she was practically naked."
Looking down at the center of his chest, she mumbled, "I'm not your girlfriend, Daniel."
"When we were practically fucking against a mirror less than five minutes ago, yeah, I would consider you as such." A light knocking sounded on the door and Catherine dropped her head back against the wall. Daniel growled, "Now what?"
Gabe opened the door half and inch and asked, "Uhhh...are you two okay? It's way too quiet in here."
"Not now, Gabe." Catherine rolled her eyes.
"Well, you see....the thing is...."
"Gabe, is it? Can you spit it out, please?" Daniel's teeth began to ache from grinding them so hard. All he really wanted to do was beat the hell out of the idiot.
"Jos is having a fit out here. Can you hand this dress to Cat so she can put it on? Tell her if she needs help to let me know."
Daniel grabbed the dress and slammed the door. "He's not touching you, Cat!"
Catherine took the dress from Daniel and began stepping into it. Talking as if to a child, she explained, "Gabe is my best friend. He also made the bridesmaid's dresses, the maid of honor's dress, and the bride's gown." Inching the gown over her hips, "Gabe has been my friend and date to several things." She pulled the bodice over her corset, "He is also gay." She turned to face him, "Could you zip my dress, please?"
His mouth fell open. Did he just hear her right? Asking, "Gay?" When she nodded, Daniel zipped the dress slowly. His hands gently caressing her back as he did so. Never had he thought helping a woman dress was sexy. He felt her tremble slightly as he hooked the small pearl at the top of the zip. Realizing how gorgeous she looked in the gold silk dress, he whistled. Her whole body seemed to glow. Her chestnut brown hair fell into soft waves to the middle of her back as she removed her hair clip. Daniel didn't want her to leave the room. If any man, gay or straight, saw her in it they would fall at her feet. The silk showcased her gorgeous curves. The slit that reached the top of her thigh was a tease that no man could ignore, especially with the garter peaking out.
Catherine walked towards the door, as she was about to open it Daniel asked, "Please play along once we get out there. I need to do some damage control, don't you think?"
Glancing over her shoulder, "I'll play along, Daniel. But only until this wedding is over in two days." Her voice cracked slightly as she said, "Then we will no longer have to see each other again."
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Daniel continued playing the doting, yet very jealous boyfriend. All the while fuming over the time limit that Cat placed on him. Them actually. All because he was a little bit, okay extremely jealous of any man looking at or speaking to her. Hell, he couldn't explain it himself. Never in his life had he felt like breaking someones neck for looking at the woman he was with. Never in his life had he wanted to be someones boyfriend. Dating or sleeping with someone was one thing, but an actual relationship had never entered his mind with any woman. Until now.
He stood against the wall watching everyone, seeing how they all responded to Cat and how she looked. All of the other brides maids looked decent, they just didn't have the wow factor that Cat exhibited. Daniel noticed how she shied away from being the center of attention, looking stiff and uncertain. Almost as if she felt him watching her, her gaze met his and he saw the uncertainty in her eyes. Gabe was fussing with her hair and the fit of the gown she wore, ignoring the protests of the other women.
"Why is it that the dresses look like they were made for her???" Pamela whined.
Daniel walked towards Cat as Gabe pointed out, "Cat is the maid of honor. She is supposed to stand out from the other maids."