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...."