Madison Awakening

“These two days with you I have been my most relaxed.” He says without an air of humor. 

“But that can’t be possible. You have clubs, restaurants and a winery. I’m sure you must travel a bit.” I respond in disbelief.

Jonathan smiles. “All I do is work, Madison. Anything perceived as a social setting is more than likely work for me.”

“So bowling, playing pool, or going to the movies are all foreign concepts?”

“It’s not that I’ve never done those things but my work is where I find the most satisfaction, at least up until now.” 

“That must be lonely at times.” I say quietly while pushing my food around. 

“I’m very rarely alone.” He responds. I snort at the comment causing Jonathan’s eyebrow to rise. “Really, Madison?  You still think the internet told you exactly who I am?” He responds through strained lips. 

I look down at my plate again, mortified I have offended him. But like Ashely said it’s not like he’s a saint. I look back up in his eyes that are now brooding.

“Listen Jonathan. It’s just hard to believe that your social life isn’t more…active.”

His face hardens. “Ok, so what about you? What do you do when you aren’t trying to save underprivileged youth and launch them into society?” He says in a smug tone that is starting to piss me off.  

“Well I just finished another graduate degree so I haven’t been partying it up. But I do enjoy a girl’s night out. I’m not locked up in my house every night of the week.” 

Lie.  Before this trip I hadn’t seen the inside of a club, movie theater or bar in over a year. 

Just as he is about to respond, he rolls his eyes, reaches in his pocket again and takes out his phone. His face is impassive as he looks at the screen then gives me an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry Madison. I have to take this. Can you excuse me for a moment?”

“Of course.” I say with a polite smile as he leaves the table and walks into the farmhouse.  

I look out into the field and try not to feel the time slipping by alone on the deck. The sun is beginning to be swallowed up by gray clouds, making the scenery less cheerful, reflecting my mood. I’m annoyed that my time is getting interrupted. I’ll probably never see this guy again once I leave the Hamptons so I want to take advantage. The reemergence of Carmen at my side disrupts my train of thought.

“Can I get anything for you Miss Davis? Mr. Cain asked for me to check in on you. His call may be a bit longer than he anticipated.” She says, smirking at me as she delivers the news.

Bitch.

“Actually, yes I would love some rose champagne. Taittinger if you have it.” I reply with a smirk of my own, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs.

“I may have to check the cellar for that.” Carmen says with annoyance.

“That’s fine. I’m very patient.”

“Yes, Miss Davis.” She says curtly and walks back into the house.

That little exchange actually puts me in a better disposition but the sky seems to still be moody. Grayness is over taking the vineyard and the air is picking up in force. I continue picking at my food, but without Jonathan there, I am not enjoying it. I finish the rest of my wine and decide to make a trip to the ladies room. I walk into the farmhouse looking for Carmen, but apparently she is still on her champagne search because she is nowhere to be found. So I search on my own going down the left hallway finding the door marked Dames and walk inside.

Once I’m done, I go back to the table and see a glass of champagne with a bottle of Tattinger waiting for me but no Jonathan. I feel the heat slowly rising as anger builds despite the understanding I would like to have of the situation. He’s a busy successful entrepreneur. He has an empire to manage.  But at the moment, I don’t give a shit about that.

I go to the table, snatch my purse from my chair and start storming towards the front door praying Michael is outside. Just as I grab the handle, I am stopped by a booming voice.

“Madison! You’re leaving?” He yells. 

I whip around to meet Jonathan’s stare and equally intense stance. My rage only grows at the sight of him. My face is straining to stay calm when all I want to do is start cursing him out.

“I was going to text you when I got in the car,” I say with a low, clip tone.

“Text me when you got in the car? You weren’t even going to say goodbye?” He asks as he begins to walk towards me.

“You are obviously busy Mr. Cain. I figured our date was over so I was leaving.” 

He begins making determined steps towards me and I realize that this is about to become a fight. 

“Seriously? You don’t think that is a bit rude?” He says as he is now standing in front of me and I can feel his intensity. I ignore how amazing he smells and focus on my anger. I back up slightly but the door immediately meets my back.

“Listen. When I’m asked to meet for a date, I expect my date to be present. You were gone for almost thirty minutes. So why the fuck would I sit around?” I shout, as my control slips away, unleashing my frustration on him. I just want to get out of here already. Jonathan responds to my rant with an infuriating smile.  

I turn around and grab the door handle and go to jerk it open when the force of his hand above me keeping it closed stops me. I can feel his body heat on my back and his breath on my ear as I try to quiet my own breathing because I am so pissed off.  I wonder if I might have to punch him but the smooth sound of his voice instantly obliterates the thought.

“I am so sorry Madison. You are right to be angry with me. I should have managed this situation better. Stay…” He says apologetically.

His body presses against me as if to affirm his sincerity and I can feel my fury begin to fade. His proximity and his words replace my anger with the slow familiar burn of desire. All my fight is gone. I turn around to face him and can see hope in his beautiful eyes.  

“Stay. No more phone calls I promise,” He pleads again, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest and caressing my cheek.  His touch causes my core to tighten as I inhale all of him.

“But I don’t want to be a distraction…” I whisper.

“I want you to distract me. That is why you’re here. I need to be distracted.” He says and then leans down and kisses me sweetly. 

The soft pressure of his lips intensifies the burn as I raise my arms and wrap them around his neck to deepen our kiss. His hands move to my hips as he pushes me into the door. I run my hands in his hair to pull him closer as our mouths meld. My skin is tingling as his hands continue to roam my body and I can feel the slickness developing. He grabs my thigh to hitch my leg up and can feel his hard column press against my sex. My hands immediately move down to his ass and press him into me more as he lets out a low growl in reaction to my audacity.

“We need to get out of here. Now,” He groans.