16. Polite Society Rules

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POLITE SOCIETY RULES

V an was trying to figure out why he had so little control of his freaking life right now.

He wasn't sure if he was coming or going half the time and his interactions with the Raymond family only confused him more.

"Where is the bill?" he asked when Kelsey was almost done eating her cake. He had to admit it melted in his mouth too.

"No bill," she said. "I don't get charged. I just leave a nice big tip. The servers love having me for the night."

"That's not right," he said. He didn't want or need a free meal. He lifted his hand when the server walked by.

"Can I get you something else?" Margot asked.

"The bill," he said.

"Oh," Margot said, looking confused. She looked at Kelsey for clarification.

He jumped in. "She's not the one paying, I am."

"It's fine, Margot. You can get it," Kelsey said.

He saw Margot pull out her little tablet that she'd taken the order on and punch a few things in. He handed over his card. He didn't need to see it. She could go ring it up and bring it back for him to sign.

"Do you normally give your dates free meals?" he asked.

"Usually," she said. "They will leave the tip. I guess it's a horrible game of mine to see what kind of tip they leave."

"I'd hope to hell it's a big one," he said. "Unless they didn't have cash on them and planned on paying with a card."

He had both. He always did.

"I try to keep that in mind," she said. "Sometimes the guy would say that and be embarrassed and I was fine with it. Other times they'd take a twenty out and toss it on the table."

"Not even close to twenty percent for the meal," he said.

"Nope," she said. "Cheap. I try not to judge. It's not that. People can be cheap when they tip but when you get a free meal and spend less than you thought, that's more than being cheap."

"That's being a dick," he said.

"You said it, not me."

Margot brought back his card. He signed it and then pulled cash out for the tip. No reason for the server to get less because there was a transaction fee with the meal.

"Thank you," Margot said. "You have a great night."

"You too," Kelsey said.

The two of them left with a small doggie bag for Frankie.

"How much of this are you going to give him?" he asked when they arrived at her house ten minutes later.

"Just a few bites. He's still a puppy and it's rich. I don't want him used to getting it, but why not give him a tiny treat."

He'd thought it was funny that Margot put the small bag down for the dog on the table when he had nothing left on his plate. He didn't even know what it was, but she'd said it was from Duke.

Frankie was happy to see them. The two of them let the pup out to do his business and then Kelsey put the dry food in the bowl and opened the bag that had a container in it.

It was a piece of chicken with only a few seasonings on it.

"What's on it?" he asked.

"Rosemary, basil and a little bit of ginger. Things that are good for dogs."

"And how do you know this?" he asked.

"I didn't. Duke did. He'd never give me anything bad for my dog," she said as she cut a few pieces off and put the bowl on the floor.

Frankie made a mad dash for it.

"Are you sure you're okay with me leaving early in the morning? You said you sleep in on the weekends?"

"I've got to get up and let Frankie out anyway. I can go back to sleep after. Or I'll nap later. Maybe I want to make you breakfast before you leave. Let you know that I can cook."

"I've got to be out the door by six forty-five."

"Urgh," she said. "Okay. Milk and cereal it is."

"That works," he said.

"I'm only joking. I've got frozen pancakes and waffles. They are quick too."

He closed one eye at her. He wouldn't complain because that was about the same as he ate for breakfast at times too.

"Damn, he's done already," he said. The dog was almost pushing the bowl across the floor trying to get more.

"He eats fast. Time to let him out for round two."

"Round two?" he asked.

"Number two," she said. "It's like the minute food is in his belly, it pushes it out his butt hole."

He rolled his eyes over the things that came out of her mouth.

"Time to do your business, Frankie," he said.

The sooner the dog was done, the quicker he could get Kelsey in her room.

When she suggested they return here tonight, he didn't think she'd ask him to stay the night and he almost said no. He was going to use the excuse of having to get up early, but she'd cut him off.

He could have been honest and he was sure she'd be fine with it, but he opted to give in. It's not like it was a hardship of any kind.

The dog was sniffing around the yard, found a spot and did his business, Kelsey going down with a scooper and shovel and picking it up.

One thing he might never have thought of if he saw her on the street dressed in her sexy work wardrobe.

He'd think she was out of his league in more ways than one.

Financially and socially.

Funny how so much of his world could change.

Financially, she still had a lot more worth than him, or that would be left to her, but he didn't feel as if he was a piker either.

Socially, there were times he might be more mature than her, though he had to admit he enjoyed that side of her when she let loose and all but lifted her middle finger up at the world.

Actually, he appreciated that she didn't always feel she had to follow the polite society rules in her personal life since she did so much in her professional one.

"Now that Frankie is fed and emptied out, you and I can hit the sheets in my room," she said, grabbing his hand.

"Is he going to be fine loose out here?"

"Sure," she said. "He has toys. He'll be good."

Van let himself be led to her room, the door shut, and she turned and had her shirt lifted over her head, her blonde hair falling across her back.

"Damn," he said. "You didn't tell me you were wearing that."

"Oh," she said, running her hands over the black silk and lace bra. "This old thing."

"Doesn't look old to me," he said, reaching for her and yanking her hard against his body.

"I might have had it delivered this week."

"For me?" he asked, his mouth on her neck.

"Yep," she said. "Maybe a little prize for putting up with my brother tonight."

"That wasn't hard," he said.

In his mind, he was just being himself.

There was no reason to be intimidated by anyone. He lived his life his way. He had a clear understanding with Kyle and that was all he cared about other than Kelsey.

"Good to know," she said. "Move back and let me remove my jeans."

Neither of them was dressed up. Kelsey had worn a black shirt tucked into light gray jeans and black pumps on her feet.

The shoes were kicked off and sent flying to the other side of the room. Her jeans were undone and she was wiggling her hips to get them off.

All he saw was matching material in the form of a little swatch covering her lady parts.

"Turn around," he said.

She did and shook her ass at him in the thong.

"Don't move," he said.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Hands on the bed, spread your legs wide."

"Are you going to frisk me?" she asked, her eyes large, a massive grin on her face.

"I'm going to do more than frisk you," he said.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He found a condom in his wallet, dropping the wallet down after that too.

He was in too much of a hurry to remove the rest of his clothing and just undid his jeans and lowered them, then covered his dick that was pulsing so hard he was afraid he might burst on the first thrust with the way she was teasing him in that position.

The whole time she was swaying her hips back and forth, her head turned looking over her shoulder.

"Are you ready?" she asked. "You're taking a long time."

He moved closer to her, slid the material out of the way, his fingers finding her wet heat to make sure she was prepared for him.

"I could take longer to remove the rest of my clothes," he said.

"Nope. I like it just like this. Sexy."

She was lifting her eyebrows at him, her eyes moving to his jeans. They were undone and resting on his hips.

He removed his fingers, guided himself in from behind and thrust fast.

"Sexy like that?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," she said, her head dipping down.

He was so much taller than her, but her bed was high and he realized she was on her tiptoes and he was still almost squatting down.

He didn't know how long he could continue like this.

He lifted her hips some and had her feet off the ground, holding her high and in the right position while she balanced on her elbows now.

"I won't drop you," he said.

"I'm trusting you not to," she said, squealing as he was moving in and out of her.

"Can you come this way?" he asked. He was starting to sweat. He didn't want to finish without her but knew some women had a hard time in this position.

"We are going to find out," she said.

He wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her up, his other hand found her swollen flesh and started to rub it.

When her breathing increased he realized he'd found what she needed.

"I hope you're close," he said. He wasn't sure how much longer he could do this.

He was barely moving in and out of her. Just short jerky thrusts at this point.

"Do it like you were when you started," she said.

He'd take her word for it, put his hands back on her hips, her legs still kind of hanging there hovering above the ground, and starting to move in and out in full strokes.

She let out a little moan and then a louder one and he felt her starting to come.

He leaned forward and let go of her legs, his chest pressing against her back as she was lying on the bed and just continued to move in and out until it felt as if his insides all but exploded. Then he just stopped and lay there trying to catch his breath.

"I know I'm heavy," he said. "I'll move."

"It's not that," she said. "You're sweaty. I can feel it."

If she wasn't laughing he'd be a little embarrassed.

He flopped off of her and landed on his back. "You take a lot of work."

"Sorry about that," she said. "I could have brought out my little toy to try to take care of it, but I was balancing myself. I didn't expect you to lift me that way."

"We aren't meant to fit that well together."

"Don't kid yourself," she said. She'd moved and landed on his chest. "I think we are meant to fit great together. It just takes a bit of work."

He closed one eye at her but didn't say anything else.

She moved and he got up to take care of the condom.

When he came out, she had a T-shirt and shorts on. Her little thong was on the bed and she picked it up to put in the hamper.

"Are you commando under those shorts?"

"Granny panties," she said. "Want to see?"

"It's the person wearing them that is sexy, not the material itself."

"Aren't you a sweet one," she said.

"You tell me that enough I might start to believe it," he said.

He finished buttoning his jeans since he only had to yank them up in the bathroom.

"I might just do that," she said.

She opened her door and walked out and then stopped suddenly.

"Looks like there is your second number two," Van said. "Or is that a number three? I'm not sure of poop lingo when it comes to dogs."

"It's shit," she said. "That's the lingo. Dog shit on my couch!"

"Are you going to yell Mr. Franklin?" he asked, grinning.

"Not funny," she said. "He's never done that before."

"Maybe you scared it out of him," he said. "You know...when you were making all that noise in your room."

She turned to look at him. "Are you laughing? Like seriously laughing?"

"I guess I am."