"I have to say, I had a most productive evening," William told Jennifer as they rode back toward her home in the Bentley. "I was fortunate enough to bump into Arden Allison. He's been considering changing brokerages for some time. We chatted for some time and he said he would call in the morning to make an appointment to come in to speak with me about transferring his accounts to our firm."
"That's nice, William," Jennifer said.
The Bentley glided silently up in front of Jennifer's house and stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief. The evening was almost over.
"Mother was thrilled to see you again tonight, Jennifer. She will most likely be calling to invite you over for dinner some night soon," William said. "You have no idea how pleased she and father were that you agreed to be my escort tonight." He cleared his throat. "And...and of course, I was pleased, too."
"Thank you, William," Jennifer said. "I'm glad tonight was productive for you."
The chauffeur opened the door and Jennifer slid out. She turned. William waved to her after the door was again closed and she waved back. Then the car started off and she started up the steps.
She couldn't get Alex Martin, the policeman she'd met at the fund-raiser, out of her mind for some reason. There was something about him that struck her, but she wasn't sure what it was. She wasn't sure how he could afford to own a horse farm, especially one that sounded as if it wasn't being run as a business. She didn't think police officers made enough money to do something like that.
But that wasn't all it was. There was something else, something that brought back feelings she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Then it hit her. Alex reminded her of Tommy, the boy she'd been thinking about earlier in the evening!
She climbed the steps to her bedroom, got undressed, and got in bed. She pulled the covers over herself and turned out the light and, as she lay there waiting for sleep to come, she thought, "I'll have to see if I can't find out more about Mr. Alex Martin, I guess. I bet if I call Selena, she'll be only too happy to fill me in."
Meanwhile, in the limo, William was using the phone. "I'll be there in just a few moments, my darling," he said. "I can hardly wait." He put the phone down and pressed the button for the intercom. "Jameson, take me to the Airport Inn, please," he said.
"Of course, sir," the chauffeur replied, a wry grin on his face. Lately, Mr. Atherton had been going to the Airport Inn a lot, and Jameson was pretty sure what his employer's son was doing there. He liked the young man, though, and had no intention of sharing his knowledge, or speculation, with anyone, especially not Mr. Atherton's parents.
As the car turned toward the airport, William grinned with anticipation and felt his body warming. He couldn't wait to see Arlene Ott again. He'd met the attractive blonde waitress when a flight he was scheduled to take several months earlier was delayed. He had gone into the restaurant where she worked and they'd struck up a conversation.
Somehow, and William still wasn't sure how, they wound up checking into the Airport Inn and enjoying a wonderful time in bed together. Once the affair had begun, William, who found Arlene so different and refreshing in comparison to the women his parents wanted him to date, wasn't able to stop seeing her, even though he knew it might get him disinherited and fired from his job if his father ever found out about it.
It warmed him to know that Arlene was waiting in a room at the Airport Inn for him to arrive, and that she was looking forward to their night of pleasure as much as he was.
Arlene was, William thought, one of the prettiest women he'd ever seen. She had an incredibly expressive face, and blond hair that fell to her shoulders. Her body was taut and wonderfully shaped. She once told him she used to be a dancer, and it looked as if she kept in shape.
Arlene, waiting at the hotel, was just as anxious to see William as he was to see her. She had liked him from the start, and when she learned the handsome young man was wealthy, it made the fact that he wanted her that much more exciting.
William was unlike any man she'd ever met before and, even though she was well aware they were from different stations in life, and that their relationship probably would never amount to anything, she couldn't refuse to see him when he called. In fact, she looked forward anxiously to his next call. To her delight, lately he'd been calling more and more.
"You can take the car home, Jameson," William told the chauffeur when they reached the airport. "I'll catch a cab home later."
"Very well, Mr. Atherton," Jameson replied.
Seconds after William arrived in the hotel room, Arlene was in his arms, her lips were clamped against his, and her body was pressing against him. She felt his arms slide around her, then his hands cupped her bottom and he pulled her against him.
"Wow!" she gasped when the kiss ended. "Willie!! You sure do know how to kiss!"
"So do you," William replied. He didn't know why, but he didn't mind that Arlene called him Willie, or that her language wasn't as refined as the language he was used to, or even that she smelled faintly of cooking grease. Not at all. All of that was part of the attraction he felt for her. The fact that his parents, had they known he was seeing a girl like her, would have disowned him, added even more impetus to his desire to see Arlene.
His hands moved to the buttons down the front of Arlene's uniform began undoing them. He felt her hands working at his necktie.
