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Part II

Catherine woke the next morning to the tantalizing aroma coffee brewing. She stretched like a chubby, sexy cat with the smile of a very satisfied woman. Reaching over to the other side of her bed, she found it disheveled but empty. Her eyes flew open and she sat up part of the way looking around her bedroom a bit wildly.

Now she was wondering if the previous night had been a dream; a lovely dream, yes; but a dream nonetheless. As she moved, though, her body had that slightly sore sensation of being well-loved. That’s when she was fully certain that Marcus had, indeed, been real. Then there was the coffee. She knew that someone had to have made it and it had not been her. Therefore, it had to have been Marcus.

Feeling rather lazy, Catherine really didn’t want to move from her bed but she wanted to find Marcus. Maybe they could have one more tryst before he had to leave. That was when it occurred to her that the limousine surely wouldn’t have been made to stay outside all night. The poor driver would have had to doze in the vehicle.

That and the thought of Marcus standing in her kitchen finally motivated her to get out of the bed. She located her robe and put it on, belting it at her waist. Pausing to step into the bathroom, she washed her face, and brushed her teeth and hair. Once she was sure that she was presentable, she headed down the hall following the aroma of the coffee.

Smiling broadly, she stepped into the kitchen ready to greet Marcus and hoping to find him in some stage of undress. But the kitchen was empty. That propelled her to the window from her living room where she looked down at the street. The limousine was no longer there.

Where had he gone? Wouldn’t he have at least wakened her to say goodbye?

Sighing, she went back into the kitchen for a cup of that delicious smelling coffee. When she went over to the coffee maker, she spotted something that she had previously missed. There was a note propped up beside it. Picking it up, Catherine smiled as she read the message written there.

You were so beautiful and sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Last night was one of the most incredible that I’ve ever experienced. I apologize for having to slip out so early but I had a meeting this morning that I could not miss. Thank you, lovely Catherine, for such a perfect Valentine’s Day. I will be in touch.

M.

Well, at least now she knew why he had gone without saying goodbye. She poured a cup of coffee and carried it into the living room. Sitting on the couch, she thought back to last night and remembered everything that had happened. She just couldn’t seem to stop smiling! It’s a good thing that it was Saturday. She would have had a difficult time going into work today. Everyone would have known that she got laid just by the look on her face.

Catherine spent the rest of the morning and the better part of the afternoon simply being lazy. She enjoyed a nice full breakfast and then took a long hot shower. Afterwards, she curled up on the couch and watched one of her favorite romance movies as she sipped hot cocoa and nibbled on a sandwich. Part of her kept waiting for Marcus to call and she was more than a little disappointed when he didn’t.

Oh well, she thought. He hadn’t said specifically when he would call; just that he would be in touch. Still, it was disappointing.

While she was thinking on disappointing topics, she allowed her mind to go back to Daniel. It was funny how she could simply have pushed him away from her memory after only one night with Marcus. Thinking of how strange it was that Daniel had suddenly broken up with her for no reason, she was consumed with curiosity as to why.

She sat up and reached for her laptop. Going online, she did a few searches by entering in Daniel’s name to the search engine. She was astounded when she got a few hundred hits. What did all of this mean?

As she read through some of the information that she had found, it all quickly made sense! Daniel seemed to be known at some high end casinos as a high roller. That was really odd considering that the two of them had never gone near a casino during the time they were together. She spent time perusing some of the larger articles on him and spotted a picture that showed Daniel at the blackjack table with a man standing just behind him.

That man was Marcus.

What did this mean? Do Marcus and Daniel know each other?

Catherine searched for any information on Marcus but couldn’t seem to find anything. Could Marcus have targeted her because of Daniel? She had been curious as to how he had even known her and now, she was seeing just how irresponsible she had been with her actions the previous night. That only partly took away some of the fun but it would never erase the full beauty of that night. Marcus was gorgeous, romantic and a very skilled lover. He had treated her with respect and care. Nothing was going to ruin that in her mind.

Now, though, she knew that she must be more careful in the future. She had simply been too upset and depressed to be on guard. Well, she was fine. Marcus had done nothing to harm her. In fact, just the opposite was true. No man had ever made her feel so cherished. She would always remember that about him no matter what happened from this point.

As she sat mulling all of this over, her cell phone rang. Quickly and excitedly she snatched it up from the coffee table, hoping that it was Marcus.

“Hello?” she asked breathlessly.

“Hey Cat, it’s me.”

“Daniel?” she said incredulously. “What on earth do you want?”

“I just wanted to talk to you,” Daniel replied. “How are you doing?”

“I’m just perfect,” she replied tartly. “In spite of how you treated me, I managed to have an absolutely perfect Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “I never meant to hurt you, Cat.”

“Yes, you’ve made that quite evident by lying to me all that time and then breaking up with me mere days before Valentine’s Day. No, you never meant to hurt me at all.

The sarcasm was evident in her voice and was not lost on Daniel.

“Seriously, Cat,” he said almost begging. “I did care about you and I still do. I was an idiot to let you go. Can we please talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you, Daniel. However, I am a little curious as to why you never told me that you were such a celebrity at the casinos. Why would you hide that from me?”

“That’s one of the things that I want to talk about, Cat,” he said. “But I need to do this in person. Please let me come over.”

Even though Catherine didn’t want to ever lay eyes on Daniel again, she needed to find answers. Daniel just might be the one to supply her with those answers, particularly about Marcus. So after a long silence, she sighed.

“Ok, Daniel,” she said. “You can come over for a little while. But it’s just to talk.”

“Absolutely,” Daniel said hopefully. “I promise. We’ll just talk.”

But Catherine had already disconnected the call. In spite of the fact that she was ready to send Daniel packing, she couldn’t help but give into a bit of vanity. She went into her bedroom and put on a pair of jeans and purple V-neck sweater that showed her cleavage off to the best advantage. Daniel always loved her full breasts and she wanted to make him suffer a little.

He must have been right around the corner because she had no sooner changed clothes than her doorbell was ringing. Looking through the peephole, she saw Daniel standing outside of her door. He looked nervous.

Good, she thought. I want him to be nervous.

She let him wait a couple of minutes before opening the door. When she did, she stood there and simply looked at him for several long seconds.

“Daniel,” she finally said.

“Hey, Cat,” he said. “You look great.”

As he spoke, his eyes ran over her and came back briefly to her cleavage. That did make her smile slightly because she knew what he was thinking.

“You might as well come in,” she said, stepping to the side.

“Thanks for seeing me,” he said humbly as he walked into the apartment.

She closed the door and walked back into the living room. Her cocoa was replaced by a glass of red wine but she didn’t offer him anything. Instead, she sat down on the couch and looked at him.

“Now, what do you want to talk to me about?” she said.

“Um, do you mind if I sit down?” he asked.

Wordlessly, she gestured to an easy chair across from her. He looked a bit disappointed but took the chair.

“You know what,” Catherine said suddenly. “I’ve changed my mind. There are some questions that I want answers to so I’ll do the talking.”

“Whatever you want, Cat,” he said.