Chapter Two

Sabrin was relieved to get through the meeting. It had taken slightly longer than expected but it had gone very well. The actress he would be playing opposite was talented and Brad had mentioned he liked their chemistry. The actress was not able to join them for dinner as she had other commitments so Sabrin left with his friend, Brad Herman for Le Boeuferie for dinner and to discuss the part. The movie was going to begin shooting soon. Sabrin was not the lead but it was a really good part for him, something he could really sink his teeth into. They arrived at the restaurant and were seated immediately.

Dinner was excellent and the drinks were good too. As the waitress came over to offer a drink refill, something behind her caught Sabrin’s attention. Sarah was walking into the restaurant on the arm of a very handsome man. He was tall, fair haired and immaculately groomed and dressed. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and was wearing a light gray suit. Sarah was laughing and seemed delighted to be in his company. The man did not seem able to take his eyes off her. Sabrin could see why. Her dress was red, backless and short. Her long, shapely legs were bare and Sabrin felt his stomach muscles tighten as his eyes traveled up and down the legs he had been between only hours ago.

He tried to keep his attention on what he was doing. He and Brad had wrapped up discussing the movie and some general things regarding the shooting schedule, locations, and had moved on to general catch up since the two friends had not seen each for a while. Of course Sabrin could not say anything about Sarah, although he had been thinking about her. Now there she was, sitting at a table with another man.

The pair was seated in plain view and while they sat across from one another, they seemed engaged in a very intimate conversation. The man ran his hand up Sarah's bare arm and she seemed to giggle. The man continued to rub her arm, sensuously.

Brad was repeating his name, so Sabrin’s attention was pulled back to his own table. The drinks were refilled and their dinner plates cleared. Dessert was next, but Sabrin kept wondering if this guy in the gray suit was planning on having Sarah for his dessert.

He and Brad continued their discussion but Sabrin could not help taking frequent glimpses at what was happening over at Sarah's table while she and her companion enjoyed their dinner. When they had finished their meals, Sabrin watched as they ordered dessert. The man then got up, kissed Sarah on the cheek and was heading towards the back of the restaurant. He was only a few feet from Sabrin’s table when he turned and called back to Sarah. "Honey, can you order me some coffee, please." She nodded and the man proceeded to the men's room.

~ Honey? He called her honey? That sounded like more than friends. Had they at one time been lovers? Were they lovers now and she’s just putting this man off long enough to have a tryst with me? ~ he wondered. The knot in his stomach was back. Funny how except for when she had called, he had given almost no thought to Niki. But then Niki was just not as sensuous as Sarah.

At her table, Sarah turned her position in her chair. She uncrossed her long legs and from where he was sitting, Sabrin could see she was not wearing anything under that dress. She crossed her legs again and the groin tightening view was stolen away.

He and Brad had almost finished their dessert. Brad had noticed how distracted Sabrin seemed over the past half hour. He had noticed Sabrin taking quick glimpses to his left and decided to see what it was that was so captivating.

"My oh my, that's one fine looking woman," Brad's remark startled Sabrin.

"What?"

Brad nodded in Sarah's direction. "I've noticed you looking over there quite a bit and now I can understand why. She's hot. I wonder if she would be interested in a casting session," he smirked.

Sabrin did not particularly like to hear his friend talk that way about Sarah but he could not say anything. Sarah's companion had returned to the table, giving Sarah a quick kiss on the cheek before he sat down.

Inadvertently Sabrin let out a sigh of frustration. He did not like that man kissing Sarah either. “Yes, she’s nice looking,” Sabrin managed to say; trying not to sound either ticked off or depressed.

“Gee, too bad. Looks like she’s taken, though. Lucky prick. That dress of hers doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”

~ You’d be surprised how inadequate the imagination could be against the reality of being with her, ~ Sabrin thought, but could not say.

"It’s a nice dress."

Brad laughed. "You must be in the doghouse with Niki to be so distracted, Sabrin. Well, I’ve got to be going. I'll call you next week with the details about the shoot. See you soon." The men shook hands and Brad left.

Sabrin sat alone at the table for a few moments trying to decide what to do. Should he stay and watch the events at the other table or go back to the hotel and wait. He decided the lesser of the two evils would be to wait at the hotel. It was too difficult to see her sitting there with the man in gray. Brad's company was picking up the tab for dinner so Sabrin threw a tip down on the table and got up to leave. He could not help but look over at Sarah when he walked past her table. She smiled at him and then turned her attention back to her dinner companion.

“Wait, aren’t you Sabrin Berry," called a voice Sabrin knew belonged to Sarah's dinner companion. The knot in his stomach turned to a block of ice as he turned around. Pasting a fake and forced smile on his face, he nodded.

"Yes, I am," he confirmed.

"I loved that movie you did...ah, Dancing with Disaster? Yeah, that was it. Your look in that was so me," the man said grinning.

"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

The man turned to Sarah, "Honey, we saw that one together when it first came out, didn't we?" Sarah nodded.

"Would you care to join us for a drink?" the man asked. "You wouldn't mind, would you Honey?"

Why did he have to keep calling her that? Sabrin’s mind was racing when he saw Sarah uncross her legs again and sit with them spread slightly. She was teasing him and Sabrin’s body was responding whether he wanted it to or not.

"Of course I wouldn't mind," she purred.

"Thank you for the offer but I really need to get back to my hotel. It was nice talking to you." He had to get out of there before his urge to grab her hand and take her back to the hotel overcame him. As he was walking away, he could hear the man's voice but could not make out what he was saying to Sarah. She started to laugh.

Sabrin reached the hotel room, sat on the couch and waited for her to return. It seemed like hours before he finally heard her key in the door but, in actuality, it had only been thirty minutes.

Sabrin’s hands were shaking. He mentally ordered them to stop, but they would not listen. Was she coming back to get her things and leave? Please, God, no.

She closed the door and looked for him. Suddenly he realized he had not turned on the lights. He was sitting on the couch alone in the dark, a picture of despair.

"Sabrin?" she called and hit the wall switch for the lights. She looked momentarily stunned to see him where he was. "What are you doing sitting there in the dark? Are you feeling ill? Can I get you something?" She came across the room, concern written all over her desirable face.

"Have you come to collect your things?" he asked.

She sat next to him on the couch and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"No. I haven't come for my things. Why would you think that?" She felt his forehead and then his neck as though looking for signs of a fever.

"I thought you might want to go with your boyfriend. The two of you looked very close." He could not help but sound irritated and slightly heartbroken.

"Boyfriend? You thought he was my boyfriend? How did you come to that conclusion?" she asked, gazing fondly into his eyes.

"The way he was looking at you, touching you, calling you Honey. He kissed you. The way you dressed for him. So damn sexy. I couldn't...I didn't know what..." He could not finish the sentence.

"Sabrin, you were jealous?"

"Yes! When he stopped me, I wanted to grab him and tell him to leave you alone and-" Sarah placed her finger over his lips as she had done before.

"He's not my boyfriend. He is a very touchy-feely kind of guy. He was calling me “Honey” because that is a nickname I have not been able to shake for years. The only person in that restaurant he wanted to get into bed with was you - he's gay," she laughed while she shifted her position to straddle his lap. She locked her arms around his neck.

"So the dress and everything?" he asked still not totaling comprehending what she was saying.

She kissed him and rested her forehead against his. "For you, Sabrin, for you."

"For me?" he stuttered.

She laughed, gently. "Of course. You told me the name of the restaurant and I told you I was going with a friend. I was hoping to excite you, not incite you."

"You were trying to distract me?" he asked. He could feel his blood pressure lowering.

"It looked like it was working, too. I made sure I gave you plenty of time to get your business out of the way. Did I guess right? Did it go well?"

Sabrin took a deep breath and tried to let go of the last bit of tension.

"Yes, it went very well. I got the part and shooting begins in three weeks." He sighed again and allowed her beauty to intrude on his thoughts again. He moved his hands slowly up her legs.

"That's great. You should call Niki and tell her. She'll want to know, won't she?"

Niki. He could not believe how stupid he had been again. He should have called her as soon as he got back to the room but he did not think of it because all he could think of was Sarah and her intimidatingly handsome friend.

"I guess I should give her a call to let her know." Sarah moved off his lap and back to the couch.

"I'll be as quiet as a mouse," she whispered.

Sabrin hit the speed dial on his cell to call home. The phone rang twice before Niki answered.

"I was beginning to wonder," she answered, sounding irritated. "You did get the part, didn't you?"

Sabrin closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes, I did. You don't have to sound so happy to hear from me," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. When he opened his eyes, Sabrin noted Sarah was looking at him with a disturbed expression on her face. He sat down on the bed and looked away.

"This is our future income we're talking about, you know. I need to know if we have any or not." Niki's tone was terse. Sabrin bit his tongue. She had been edgy lately. Her parents were fighting a lot but Sabrin did not see why that meant Niki had to take it out on him.

"Well, now you know. We do. I’ll see you day after tomorrow. Goodnight." He pushed end and tried to calm himself again.

He gasped as a hand touched his shoulders and began to massage his aching shoulders.

"You've gotten so tense. I'm a good listener if you want to talk," she said as she continued her massage.

"She's under a lot of stress right now. It'll be okay." He did not want to think about what was happening back in LA. He wanted to focus on the here and now.

"I'm sorry my plan backfired and added to your stress. I really didn't mean for it to." Sarah's hand kneaded his back and, at her touch, he felt the tension melt away.

"Sarah," he began, in a melancholy tone. "Make love to me."

She gently pulled him until he laid straight back on the bed. "Of course," she told him, softly. Finally she was in his arms, kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt like she had said she wanted to before he left.

She pulled the shirt from his slacks to finish unbuttoning it, pushed it off his shoulders and began rubbing his chest. Her touch felt so good. She cupped her hands on his face gently bringing him to her for a long slow kiss. Her hands began to dance across his chest.

Her fingers combed through the hair on his chest, soothingly. Once she saw that his breathing had slowed, it was time to cause it to quicken again. She took one of his nipples in her teeth and gently nipped at it. The nip was designed to startle but not hurt. It worked and he gasped. She wanted to make sure he was not distracted and that his attention was pulled to her. She took the nipple in her teeth again, but tongued it now, too. He gasped again, but there was underlying desire in that gasp. She moved to the other nipple and licked circles around it and sucked it into her mouth as much as she could without hurting him. His breathing was altered again, but this time it was what she wanted.

She continued her task. Her attention focused completely on him, to bring such incredible pleasure to him was something he had not experienced in such a long time. An incredibly sexy woman wanted and desired him. She removed his shirt completely, gently caressing his arms so softly he got gooseflesh. He ran his fingers through her hair as she continued her mission.

Sabrin ran a hand down her back as she unbuckled his belt and began to unzip his slacks. She kissed her way down to his waistline and, when the zipper came down, she kissed her way down to the line of his boxers. She looked up and grinned at him.

"You're going to need to lift that cute butt of yours so I can get these off."

He lifted. The slacks and boxers hit the floor with a jingle, due to the keys and change he had in his pocket. The sound caused them both to grin. When he caught her eye, he beckoned her.

"Sarah, come here, please."

"Whatever you say." She smiled at him and moved towards his face. He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her deeply. For this moment, he was happy.

"Can I just hold you for a few minutes?" he whispered.

"Of course," her voice still had a soothing quality to it.

He held her even tighter to his body as if he never wanted to let go of her and, at that moment, that was exactly how he felt. He wanted to savor this moment and engrave it in his memory. The softness of her skin, her scent, her touch, and her taste - he knew he would never forget this moment. He kissed her again, slowly pushing the fabric of her dress off her shoulders.

~ I'm falling in love with her, ~ Sabrin realized. ~ I've known her just over a day, and there's Niki waiting at home, I don't even know the real name of this woman and I'm falling. ~ He pushed the dress down off her body. He moved his hands over the newly uncovered flesh.

For this moment, she was his and he was hers.

He again crushed her body to his, her bare skin touching him, soothing him and arousing him all at the same time.

There was a fire to their passion as their lips pressed together, their bodies becoming entwined. Their hands roamed each other’s form. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted her and he wanted her now.

He merged with her. He felt as though they were one, here, in this time and place. They were bathed in a sheen of perspiration and enveloped in a tenderness and craving. Necessity for more of her raged within him. His kisses and thrusts were driven by this urgent need. His mind was filled with all the feelings of forbidden attachment and longing for a level of intimacy she was denying him. He wanted to know the person he was making love with. Wanted it with a desperation that frightened him.

She had lit the match to this fire within him and now it was all consuming and about to explode. It had been so long since he had felt that fire inside and he did not want it to go out. It would not go out, he would not let it. No matter what, it would always be smoldering under the surface waiting for her to re-ignite it again.

He did not let his focus stray from anything but this moment. He wanted his attention to be lost from everything but what was happening now.

"Ah!" she suddenly cried out. "Oh, God! I'm so close, cum with me Sabrin! Cum with me!" He needed no more encouragement.

"AHHH!" they both cried out together a second later. Her vaginal muscles tightened and pumped him as his deep thrusts pushed against all of her erogenous zones and heightened her orgasm.

This was, by far, the most intense orgasm for both of them. He kissed her long and hard before withdrawing from her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could.

They talked about tomorrow, other than Sabrin’s commitment at the convention, which consisted of an hour long Q&A session, they would be free to do whatever they wanted until he had to leave. He did not want to think about that now. He was content. The events of the day began to catch up to them both and soon they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Sabrin woke up with Sarah tight against his chest, thinking about pictures. He had to buy a camera. He had not brought one with him but he was determined to have some physical evidence of this affair. Suddenly another thought hit him and he felt a surge of panic overtake him.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, sleepily lifting up to look at him in the low light. Sabrin took her firmly by the shoulders. "We haven't used a condom this whole weekend. Sarah, are you...did you...are-" He could not bring himself to complete the sentence.

"I'm on birth control, Sabrin. I swear to you, once this is over, you will never hear from me again. No paternity suit, no illicit pictures sent to your house with blackmail demands and no rumors that can get back to Niki. Other than Sonny from last night, no one knows where I am and I will never tell anyone what took place here. The pills are in my purse, do you want me to show you?" She did not even sound offended.

"No, you don't have to do that."

"And don't worry; I even had myself tested before I came. I'm clean."

He pulled her close again and held her. He could not help but laugh at the thought of a paternity test. ~ Well at least I would have found out her real name. ~

"What time do you have to be at the convention?" she asked. She knew his appearance was scheduled for 2:00 but she was not sure what time he had to arrive.

“About 1:30 for a little make up so the lights don't make me look too pale."

“You’re not pale, you’re handsome.” Sarah reached over to caress Sabrin’s lightly stubbled face. “And if that’s a comment about your gray hair, I prefer that to Sirus’ bleached blonde. That made you look pale.” She chuckled too. Sabrin tried for an indignant tone. "What about his mustache? If I grew one, it would be as gray as the hair on my head. Your friend last night had a goatee," he noted.

"Yes, and Sonny looks good in his, but you look better clean shaven. But the mustache suited Sirus’ look." She leaned in to kiss him. "Should we order breakfast?" she asked.

He grinned, pulled her into another kiss and agreed to her suggestion once he had. They were in robes, trying to decide what to do for the day when the food arrived.

"I brought sunglasses and a baseball cap. I don’t get recognized a lot but with the convention- If I wear them we should be able to go out together without anyone putting together who I am." Sabrin took a bite of bacon as she took a sip of her coffee.

"We could go rock climbing," she quipped. He sputtered and coughed on his coffee.

"You think I'll be sexy looking in a full body cast?" he groaned.

She chuckled. "Will your handsome face be showing?" She shot back, tickling him with her toes under the table.

"You're too distracting to go rock climbing with," he stated, flatly.

"Why, Mr. Berry, I do believe that was a compliment."

"You believe correctly,” he laughed.

Sarah began looking through a booklet of attractions she had found on the desk drawer.

"Hey, here's something. How about brewery tours? Free samples," she laughed. "Tour buses come to the hotel and we can ride in air-conditioned comfort."

"How could anyone turn that down?"

"Exactly, free beer. You hit the shower and I'll call to find out the times."

"You won't be joining me?" he asked, almost pouting.

"We'll never get out of this room if I join you, and you know that." She came over to wrap her arms around his neck from behind. He rubbed her arms with affection.

"And that would be bad how exactly?" he teased. She ruffled his already rumpled hair.

"Have you always been a sex fiend?"

"I think it's something I contracted the moment I first laid eyes on you and the duration will most likely be until...you know." He did not want to even think about their separation.

“Go, shower," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am." He rose from the chair saluting.

"Behave," she scolded him.

"But that would be no fun," he laughed as he grabbed her and kissed her again. She pointed towards the bathroom.

"If you change your mind you know where I'll be," he called to her.

Sarah called the front desk to ask about the tours. The buses stopped at the hotel every two hours starting at noon until 8:00 p.m.

She went into the bathroom when she was sure he was in the shower. Sitting on the vanity, she told him they would have to wait until after his 2:00 commitment to go on the beer tours.

"No drunk actor on stage this afternoon, then huh?" he called above the sound of the water.

"Maybe next time," she called back.

The shower door opened and Sabrin poked out his head, grinning. "Are you saying there will be a next time...for us?"

Sarah smiled gently at his hopeful expression. She hopped off the vanity and came over to kiss his wet face.

"No, that's not what I'm saying," she said gently. Sabrin sighed, but reached out and untied her robe. Pulling her body free of the garment, he tossed it away and pulled her into the shower with him.

"Sabrin, no," she protested. He let go of her quickly.

"Sarah I'm sorry. If you don't want to have a shower with me I understand," although he was actually hurt that she did not.

"I'd much rather try that incredible bathtub. Would you like to join me there? It's certainly big enough for two."

He turned off the water to the shower as she made her way to the Jacuzzi tub with the marble surround. She turned the facets on to fill the tub adding a small amount of bubble bath to the running water. When the tub was almost filled she stepped in and motioned him to join her, which he did quickly.

She made him sit behind her, leaning against the back of the tub and she sat between his legs, relaxing into his arms. He sighed happily, holding her.

"So, if I hadn't shown up in your room and monopolized your time, what would you have done this weekend?" Sarah asked, turning to the side slightly, to rub bubbles into his chest hair.

"I would have, without a doubt, been hopelessly bored and lonely. How did you get into my room? Will you at least tell me that?"

"Only if you swear not to take a restraining order out on my accomplice," she said, smirking.

"I swear, I told you I wanted to buy them a car," he reminded her.

"I didn't take you seriously. It was Sonny. He worked for a locksmith to pay for college. He taught me how to pick locks years ago but I’d never thought of actually doing it until now.

"So should I buy Sonny a car?"

"I know something he'd like more but I told him I didn't think he was your type," she laughed.

Sabrin kissed the nape of her neck. "Are you going to tell me anything about you?" he asked. "I would really like to know more about you. I mean I don't even know little things about you like your favorite colour."

"Red."

"You're impossible," he playfully growled into her ear. "Mine is blue. What is your favorite food?"

"I like lots of types of berries but my favorite is Sabrin Berry," she said giggling.

"I like that answer. Sorry, sweet thing, but I'm going to have to go with cheese burgers, but you're a close second." He began to let his hands wander over her body. He was beginning to get very hard.

"Close second, huh? I can deal with that. Okay, my turn, your favorite sexual position?"

"The one we do next," he said as he turned her face around for a deep, passion filled kiss.

"You can ask a few more question."

"What's your favorite holiday?"

"Fourth of July," she responded, "I love fireworks. What's your favorite season?"

"I don't have one. I hate weather - it's either too hot, too cold, too dry, too wet," he laughed. “What's your name?"

She laughed. "Thought you could sneak that one in, did you?" She turned to kiss him. "No more questions."

 They kissed and he felt that need for things for which the tub was no longer conducive. They moved out of the tub, dried each other off and all but ran for the bed.

God, but he loved being with her, kissing her, making love to her. How was he going to give this up?

When they reached the bed Sarah motioned for Sabrin to sit on the edge. She stood in front of him, locked her fingers behind his neck and she leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. She climbed up on the bed to straddle him and lowered herself on his erect penis.

"AhhhhhhIIIIIII was hoping you'd do that." Sabrin managed to say, before speech became impossible again. She brought her mouth to his and teased his tongue with hers. He gripped her shoulders as he moaned his approval. Lowering his hands to her waist and then to her bottom, he tried to assist her in establishing a rhythm, but she pushed him backwards and began doing all the work herself.

She leaned down to kiss Sabrin. "Relax and enjoy," she whispered and then kissed him again.

He reached for her shoulders and slowly ran his hands down her arms. He swept his fingertips above her chest and down her cleavage. He reached for her breast with his mouth, playing with her nipple with his tongue.

She took over the lovemaking motions and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying doing so. Sabrin wondered how many men his age died in bed and if they felt lucky to do so. With this gorgeous woman making love to him, he knew he felt damn lucky, but he had no intentions of leaving this life today. She pumped him harder and faster. He lost his oral hold on her breast briefly, but refocused his efforts and claimed it again.

He moved from one breast to the other while she continued her motions. The ecstasy within him was building. He released her breasts and reached for her face, pulling her down to kiss her. Sarah could sense his orgasm coming as they kissed. He called out her name as he came inside her.

~ I wish I could just tell him my real name, ~ she thought as she felt the fire of joy stir in her. She loved watching him as he came. His comment this morning about birth control had also caused her to actually think about the possibility. Making love with him and making life? Would it not be worth it to have his child? But it was too late for that. It took months for the pills to wear off and she took one just this morning.

No, she could never do that to him. She would have to be happy with the joy, tenderness and- just that, joy and tenderness. There was nothing more than that, but it was so good. She put these thoughts aside, threw back her head and cried out his name as she too came loudly.

Her body quivered from the force of the orgasm. She lifted her hips to release Sabrin and then lowered herself gently so she was still straddling him. She rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

"We'll need to get ready for the Con soon," she whispered and then sighed. "It's at times like this that I wish time would stand still."

He kissed her forehead. "Me too."

"You sound like you're going to fall asleep. If we are going to do that, I need to set the alarm so you have time to get dressed before the engagement." Sarah looked down at him and he tried to smile innocently, but yawned instead.

"I'm not a young man and you have been pumping me dry of what seems to be vital fluids," he yawned again.

"I can offer you an hour, take it or leave it," she said, shaking her head.

"Sold, now who do I have to make love to in order to get some quiet around here?" He chuckled at his own joke. Sarah moved to reach for the alarm, but Sabrin was making it difficult, as he would not let her out of contact with him. But once the alarm was set, they quickly settled down, but Sarah's mind was still racing.

She was starting to get confused by what was happening between them. Her mind had been so clear and focused on what this weekend would be when she was planning it. There was a start and an end to the plan and it was supposed to end when he went to LA and she went back to Chicago. He kept saying he did not want it to end and she was feeling that too but she knew she had to clear her mind of the emotions and think logically about this.

~ I have to stick to the plan, ~ she thought. She convinced herself that once they left Denver to return to their separate lives reality would sink in. He would have his life and she would have hers. ~ Ah but the memories will be there for a lifetime. ~

He was snoring. She gave a quiet laugh. He had gone to sleep within seconds of the last words leaving his mouth. But he was right, they had been all over each other this weekend and it had been exhausting. Wonderful, but exhausting. She was going to need a vacation to rest up from this weekend.

She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and delighted in the feel of it. Still asleep, Sabrin took her hand and held it.

"Sarah," he whispered.

"Lyssa," she mouthed back with a mournful sigh.

She was not able to fall asleep herself so she watched him sleep until just before the alarm was to ring. She turned off the alarm deciding a kiss would be a much nicer way to wake him.

"It's time to wake up."

He smiled at her with the same relieved smile he always had when he woke up - relieved she was still there and this was not a dream.

Sarah knew what he was thinking with that expression and had to fight back tears. ~ It’s an affair, just an affair. ~ But no matter how many times she repeated it, it would not make the longing go away. She had been attracted to Sirus, his charm, humor and good looks, but in the last few years, Sabrin, the actor, had been the one in her dreams. But while she knew she was attracted to him, she had never expected Sabrin to be so very attracted to her. The chemistry between them was astonishing, the pull impossible to resist.

"So, are you going to wear those sexy black jeans you've not worn yet?" Sarah asked, pushing aside her inner gloom.

"If you want me too," he said with a yawn.

"And that sexy black shirt I saw?" she asked, eagerly.

"Looks like it's going to be my turn to tease you with my clothes, hmm?" he laughed.

"Is there anything special you would like me to wear?" she asked.

"How about those sexy black jeans of yours?"

"Should I wear a black shirt too so we can be twins,” she laughed.

He grinned at first, but then caressed her cheek, looking sad. "You know I can't be recognized with you,” he said gently.

“I know. I’ll bring your glasses and hat with me and maybe we can get you a Denver tee shirt for when we go on the tour. You still want to go, don’t you?” she questioned.

He sat up. Taking hold of her shoulders, he nodded. “Yes, Sarah. I still want to go with you. I’m looking forward to it, really I am.”

Sarah smiled at the effort he was making. He was such a sweet man. "Let's get dressed," she told him.

Sabrin wore the black jeans and shirt she had requested. It was already a hot day in Denver so Sarah wore a simple pale pink sundress and sandals. It did not take them long to get ready. As Sabrin had to arrive at the Con about a half hour before he was to go on, he left first. He kissed Sarah before he left. Sarah had a large bag that she put Sabrin’s hat and glasses in. She also put her own hat and sunglasses in too. She decided to browse the shops in the lobby of the hotel. She found a nice Colorado Rockies replica jersey with the number 33 on the back in Sabrin’s size and bought it for him. She also made a spur of the moment purchase of a disposable camera for the tour.

~ We wouldn't look much like tourists if we didn't have a camera, ~ she joked. It was now time for her to meet up with Sonny at the Con and enjoy Sabrin’s Q&A.

"You look delicious as usual, Honey,” Sonny told her when they met up. He gave her a warm hug and twirled her around to look at her. She grinned brightly and Sabrin’s comment about her being his second favorite food came to mind. It may have been quite an exaggeration but it made her feel good.

“You look more than good. You are practically glowing. Has someone been dipping their fingers in the Honey pot?” Sonny teased, taking her hand to lead her in to find a seat. “Wouldn’t it have been delightful if those fingers had belonged to the lust of our lives.” Sonny pointed to the picture of Sabrin that was on the stand just inside the door, announcing the event for this stage room.

She laughed. "Don't we both wish,” she teased. "Sonny, you and I know the odds of that happening are so high we'd have a better chance at winning the Power Ball."

They found two seats together that were in the middle of the large room. Sonny told Sarah about what he had been up to since their dinner and how he had called his friends back in Seattle and Chicago to tell them about their meeting Sabrin Berry at the restaurant. His friends, male and female, had been so jealous and he enjoyed that. Soon it was time for the Q&A to start.

Sabrin was uproariously funny as usual and Sarah loved watching him be so animated. He moved across the stage in a way that made her mouth water and caused her to consider canceling the beer tasting tour in favor of a Sabrin tasting tour of his body. But she did want something she could take pictures of. Pictures! Sarah grabbed the little camera out of her bag and waited for the perfect shot of the sexy man on stage.

Sabrin could see Sarah in the audience and when he saw her with the camera he posed for her.

"Take the picture now, Honey," Sonny urged. "It almost seems like he's looking right at you."

Sarah clicked the picture and laughed. "Sonny, you have such an imagination." Of course, she thought if he only knew the truth.

But once Sabrin had located her in the crowd, it seemed as though he had trouble not looking her way. Sarah did her best not to blush.

"He has such a sexy ass, don't you think?" Sonny asked, admiringly.

"God yes, he does. I'm glad he picked those jeans instead of...something else. He looks great in them." Sarah closed her eyes tightly and prayed Sonny had not heard her mistake. After all, he was a sharp cookie. She sighed when Sonny put his arm around her and gave her shoulders a squeeze.

"It’s great fun being with someone who has the same taste in men that I do, Honey."

Sarah laughed and put her arm around the tall man's waist. "You have to come to Chicago soon. I've missed you."

"Think they'll miss him if I sneak Mr. Cutie buns in my suitcase?" Sonny asked mischievously.

"If they don’t, can I borrow him for a week or so?" Sarah grinned back.

"Anything for you, my Honey."

When the Q&A was over Sarah said her good-byes to Sonny. He promised to come to Chicago soon to visit. Sarah made her way back to the hotel to wait for the tour bus and Sabrin to arrive. There were a few people waiting in the lobby already when she arrived but the tour bus was not due for another twenty minutes.