Pink Ice (11 page)

              “Hey Claudia! Have you met Katherine here?” She put her feet over the counter, and I only could think how casual she was with her mother-in-law. Claudia nodded, smiling and winked at me, while Chelsea continued. “I was dying to meet you girl! Maya your mommy is looking for you in the living room.”

             
The little girl rolled her eyes over the interruption to our drawing session, and left the kitchen. I walked to the stool next to Chelsea. “Thanks for having me here today, I know this is just for the family and friends.”

             
“You are kidding, right? I wanted to fly to New York to meet you. The woman who has Dylan Berkeley eating from her hand! You are my idol girl! Since that San Antonio trip I was dying to see if you were as perfect as the guys said you were.”

             
I immediately liked her, I had yet to see Michelle, but I understood why she had become friends with her. “I don’t have that perfect mouth eating anything from my hand, but we are trying and I like staring at him so I’ll keep him around. And thank you darling, but I don’t have a perfect bone in my body.”

             
“Katie, the guy has been an uptight, pretentious man for years, now he is talking with my little niece to send love notes to you! If I didn’t know better I would think he hit his head, hard!”
If you knew me, you would think I am the one with personality implantation.

             
I laughed and tried to keep the attention away from me. “You are kind of cool Chelsea, this is your day and here you are talking about me. So dish, how did you meet Spencer?”

             
“Harvard.”

             
“You studied with them.”

             
“Oh God no, my friends and I went to Harvard Square on weekends to pick up guys. I was determined to marry a Harvard Doctor. But then, one night we were in a bar and all the girls were crazy because the infamous Dylan Berkeley was there. We were betting on who was going to get lucky with him that night, and that was when Spencer came to me and never left.” Claudia was smiling fondly to Chelsea. “I lost all my friends that day, they hated me for not setting them up with Dylan.” She was over sharing, and even I couldn’t understand why, but in some way it seemed quite natural to her. “So, I have shared, your turn. There’s something that’s driving me crazy, explain me how someone that looks like you had remained single for this long?”

             
And that’s why she was over sharing, God, I couldn’t lie in front of Spencer’s mom. “Well, I made all the decisions in life to avoid socializing. I always put school, and then my job first. And decided that I was not going to lose my time for something that wasn’t ‘I would kill to kiss you’ kind of love. I was not risking everything for something boring. There are many too boring things in life to make love one of them.” After a reflective silence I continued, Chelsea and Claudia paying all their attention to me “That, and the fact that I am perceived as a bitch and I scare men without even talking.”

             
They both laughed and Chelsea pointed a big carrot she was chewing at me. “So, Dylan is different? You two have that, ‘I would kill to kiss you’ kind of love?”

             
I froze. Was he? This wasn’t love, I didn’t even know what this was, but I was positive this was not love. But then why did I go out of my usual ways for this man? Yes, he was hot as  fucking hell, but was that enough? I was more scared than a sinner in the apocalypse.

             
I don’t know if they noticed the inner monologue occurring in my head, but Claudia turned to us. “Ok girls, too much talking, now it is time for you to help me.”

             
Chelsea stood up as fast as she could. “That’s my sign to leave, I’ll go gather my bridesmaids.”

             
Still panicked by my revelation, I walked behind the counter and took the apron Claudia was handing me. Damn I had become soft over a hot ass, and now I was even playing to be Bakery Barbie. I had never tried to cook anything, I wasn’t even sure why Spencer’s mom would be doing this. Catering services were usual for these events, but then she asked me to help her and my mommy had raised a lady, ok, in some things I was a lady. “Don’t look at me like that Katherine, this is my only son’s wedding, I don’t want staff cooking.” I wasn’t sure, but probably my stupid face was that transparent.

             
I was lost in the boring task that Claudia asked me to do, peeling thousands of fucking cherries, when all the bridesmaids, minus Chelle walked through the kitchen. That’s when that bitch, Tamara walked by, whispering to a girl I didn’t know. “What the hell is she doing here? He had already dumped her, maybe he just feels guilty.”
What is this? High school?
Apparently some bitches never grow.

             
I was going to turn around and rip her hair out of her skull,
because you are one of those bitches that never grow,
when Claudia grabbed both of my hands. “Breathe Katherine. You know she’s just messing with your head.” She had heard, that was even more embarrassing.

             
I couldn’t push Claudia away, from the short interaction I noticed she was the closest to a mother that Dylan had, I couldn’t go aggressive with her, so I tried to calm down. “Sorry, but I hate her. And forgive my profanity, but the only thing I want is to kick her ass.” When the hell did I become this possessive about Blue Eyes!?

             
She laughed. “Don’t apologize, I would use the same word if a woman looked at my husband like that. But that girl has been mooning over Dylan since they were kids, of course she’s jealous. We all thought he didn’t have it in him, but then you came and changed everything.”

             
I stayed quiet taking deep breaths when my stupid mouth talked without my permission. “I guess I am just scared.” I forced my lips to close, I hadn’t even thought about my insecurities and my subconscious was there discussing my fears with Spencer’s mother. “I am afraid that I am just a whim, and the moment he thinks he has me, he will lose interest.”

             
“Then you are not as smart as everyone thinks.” She had my hands in hers, and didn’t want to let me go. “If you see that boy’s eyes when he looks at you, you’ll know he is crazy about you, Katherine.”

             
Wow, I liked Claudia, I liked her a lot. She put my hands over the chopping block and motioned me to continue with my task. Before I could reply, Dylan came to the kitchen. “So you can act like a lady, doll.”

             
What the fuck Berkeley!
“I never said I couldn’t.”

             
“You never showed you could.” He was coming to hold me and I just backed away with ‘I’m going to chop off your balls’ eyes. Claudia had prevented two murders in that kitchen, because the only reason why I was not stabbing Blue Eyes was Claudia, and maybe those abs.

             
I put my hand in front of me not letting him approach me. “Where’s Michelle?”

             
When he noticed I was not letting him come to me, his eyes became sharp and threatening. We were not making a scene in front of Claudia, but we were losing it. “She had problems with her dress and she is getting it fixed.” He grabbed my good wrist with more strength than necessary. “Are you ready to leave?” He didn’t even wait for my answer before pulling me in front of him.

             
“Aren’t you eating here?” Claudia was oblivious to our exchange.

             
“No Claudia, thank you for everything. We’ll see you tomorrow.” I couldn’t even say goodbye, he dragged me to a beautiful black Jaguar and opened the door for me. Max was not waiting for us, so I had no way out.

             
As soon as we were in the car, he took my chin in his hand and made me look at him, wanting answers for my dark mood.

             
“So I am not a lady, asshole!?” Yes, the comment was shitty, but he was really paying on Tamara’s half, no, he was not going to know about it though.

             
“Oh God, I was just kidding!”

             
“Were you Dylan? You are a jerk! If you don’t like the way I am just leave me alone!”

             
He manhandled me and put me over his lap, I didn’t even know how he managed to do that, but my knickers were wet by the display. “Don’t.”

             
“What?”

             
He was getting angry at me, yes I was being a bitch, but he had exposed me to that stupid witch that had no respect for us at all. “You are not going to pick a fight with me just because you are scared of this!” He kissed me hard and bit my lip just to prove his point. “Now get in your seat so I can take you home.”

             
“You can’t bite me every time I am angry.”

             
“The hell I can. I can and I will bite you whenever I want, so get used to it.” He crazy drove, and looked sexy as hell while doing it, wetter knickers, in case you were wondering. No, ladies don’t discuss those things, yes, this guy was making me forget about any lady manners.
You didn’t have manners to begin with!

             
We arrived to the most beautiful building with a perfect view of the river. The Trump Towers. “Close your eyes.”

             
“Too early for kinky stuff, Berkeley. I am not closing my eyes.”

             
“Close your eyes.” He was not messing around, that voice made me shiver in a scared, horny way.

             
“I am going to close them, because I want to close them, not because you want me to.” With a frustrating brat attitude, I crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes. Soon I heard his door being closed, mine being opened, he released the belt and carried me. Without thinking I opened my eyes. “What the fuck Berkeley?”

             
“Close your eyes.” I did as told, he walked to the elevator, opened the door and then stopped. “Open your eyes.” I was met by the most perfect white foyer I had ever seen. A big pink peonies arrangement in the center of a round, wooden table, and a big chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Stairs on both sides of the foyer, and a Degas’ ballerinas painting in the back. He put me down and rounded my waist with his arms, resting his face on my shoulder. “Do you like it?”

             
“How can you ever leave this place? It is the most perfect spot in the world.”

             
He turned me around, picked me up and put me over the round center table. His lips crashed with mine, when his tongue pushed my lips I decided that I didn’t give a damn, I was going to crash the peonies arrangement with my ass because I wanted him, right there, in that moment. He stopped kissing me and put his forehead against mine. “Welcome home, Katherine.” Before I could react, he kissed me again and carried me to the stairs.

             
One of his hands was on my ass and the other pushing my head against him. We hadn’t been together for less than 48 hours, and he was devouring me as if this was our last time together. We passed a white wooden door and he pushed me against the wall, his need to put me against flat surfaces was a trade mark by then. It was amazing how I was losing control about a kiss, I knew where the kiss was leading, but at the end of the day it was just an amazing -I want to die like this- kiss.

             
The hand that was on my head traced its way down to my neck, then straight to my waist. Soon it was leaving that zone to go to my breast. He cupped my right boob with his full hand and pressed as proving its size. By then I could feel him iron hard against me, and that just increased the need and want for him. One of my hands, which had been safely located on his neck, went down and pulled him by his tie against me. I bit his lip and started panting, his hands on me and those kisses were enough to drive me crazy.

             
His free hand traced my leg and pushed the skirt of my dress up. He felt me up over my cotton nude knickers, which by that moment were completely soaked. There was something absolutely erotic in him touching me so intimately while we were completely dressed. He started pressing himself against my center, his fingers moving in the same rhythm against my knickers, and I felt I was going to die if he kept playing this sick game. Blue Eyes stared at me and smirked, he knew he was capable of making me come even when he was not touching my skin.

             
He kissed me and carried me to the bed. “I want you in our bed.”
Our,
he was a sex talker, this was his bed, but the idea of “our” bed just made a trick in the already horny me. He left me lying on the bed, kneeled in front of me and after analyzing my body with his sexy smirk for an eternity, he literally ripped my wrapping dress open. “Where do you want me to touch you, Katherine?”

             
I smiled at him, moved my hands as if I was about to point my own body and stopped.
You wish Berkeley! I don’t need to touch myself!
I motioned him to come closer with my finger, making him believe I was going to whisper kinky stuff to his ear. Just when he was close enough I pulled his tie, undid it and put my hand over the bulge on his pants. “I want you to touch my hand.”