More Love in L.A.: Chapter 5
I woke the following morning to the smell of bacon. I found a cheerful Eric in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
“I hope you don’t mind. I was hungry. Would you like some eggs?”
“Apparently, I haven’t forgotten how to cook.” His smile was both heartwarming and heartbreaking. I was still more than a little worried about him. After we ate, I showed him which drawer held some of his extra clothes that he kept at my apartment and he got dressed while I called Amelia and Alcide and caught them up to speed. Pam beeped in while I was talking to Amelia and she was on her way to my place already.
When she arrived, the three of us sat in the living room. I explained to Eric who she was to him. She gave us the report of what the police found last night, which wasn’t much. There were security cameras all over the Paramount lot of course and they showed Eric signing out at the gate and then entering the parking garage, but then he disappeared into a blind spot and only reappeared about half an hour later running out of the garage alone.
Nothing seemed to be missing from his office. His car was still in it’s parking space. His wallet was still in his pants when I found him, so they didn’t suspect that he was the victim of a robbery attempt. Pam gave me the detective’s number and I called him while Pam and Eric waited and watched me.
Detective Bellefleur said he’d already spoken to Felipe DeCastro as well as other office staff members last night and this morning. But Eric’s assistant, Hallow, had not returned his calls and someone was going to her house today to speak to her. She was seen entering the parking garage moments before Eric, but was also lost in the blind spot. There was some concern that she may have also been a victim and so every effort was being made to find her.
I left Pam to stay with Eric while I drove over to his apartment and packed a bag for him. We had all decided that it would be better for him to stay at my house while he recuperated. I didn’t tell him about the media camp at his house—he didn’t need to know. I emerged with a suitcase and heard the cameras clicking away as I passed the press members to get to my car. I made sure no one was following me before I drove back to my place.
We plugged Eric’s phone in when I pulled his charger out of the suitcase. He had the two messages from me from the previous night and then some this morning from Felipe and a few others from work. I called the detective back and let him know. He came over and very gently questioned Eric, but could see that Eric would be no help to his own case. The detective listened to Eric’s messages himself and took some notes and then left.
Pam went to Eric’s office later and retrieved his laptop. The police had checked his email the night before, but saw nothing suspicious. We set it up on the dining room table, but Eric seemed confused and frustrated by it, so we closed it and spent the rest of the afternoon watching a movie on T.V.
Amelia came over and packed her own bag and offered to stay with Tray for awhile. I was grateful. Pam stayed for dinner and the three of us had a nice evening all things considered. After she left, I got ready for bed and then Eric went to brush his teeth. He slipped into bed with me and I held my breath. I was lying on my back when I felt his arm tentatively reach over and rest across my waist. There was a moment of tension, and then we both relaxed. Soon I was fast asleep.
The following morning I was up early making calls for Eric. Felipe said not to worry about work. They were at a point in editing where they could work without Eric and then they could catch him up to speed when he had recovered. No one knew when that might be, so we were all politely optimistic that it would be soon. I told Alcide that I would not be in on Monday and I’d let him know day to day whether or not I was available if that was okay. I could get some work done from home and he said that would be fine. Detective Bellefleur asked whether or not I knew of any kind of personal relationship between Eric and Hallow. She was still missing. I wasn’t sure where he was going with his questions but I assured him that Eric was nothing more than her boss. I told him that Eric and I were in a committed relationship. I hung up and started to make breakfast when I realized that Eric was standing in the dining room. “Good morning, Eric. Are you hungry?” I set the plates down on the table.
“We’re in a committed relationship.” He said it as more of a statement than a question.
“Yes.” He just nodded and then we ate our breakfast.
I cleaned the kitchen and then showed Eric where he could put his clothes in my closet. I left him to his task as I headed into the bathroom to shower.
I was just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when the door opened and a very naked and visibly happy-to-see-me Eric stepped into the shower with me. He took the soap from it’s dish and started to wash my arms. “We’ve made love before, right?” He raised each arm and washed down my sides.
He started to smile as he lathered my breasts. He returned the soap to it’s holder and went back to massaging and studying my breasts. “My god, you’re beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky?”
“Well, you’re pretty beautiful yourself, you know. I think we’re both pretty lucky.” This time it was my turn to take the soap. I started washing his chest, his arms. I reached around to his gorgeous butt and took my time. I watched his eyes close in ecstasy as I stepped closer to reach him better. Then when he took the soap again, we both held it together and worked up a lather. There was a twinkle in his eye as he put it back and we both reached for the really good stuff at the same time. Little moans escaped us both as we let the feelings wash over us. He was so hard and I’m sure I was very wet. I lifted my chin as his lips crashed into mine and our tongues began to dance. We stayed like that for a long luxurious time, kissing and touching and rubbing until he accidentally leaned forward and pushed my face under the shower spray. I choked and sputtered and we both started laughing. Then I stepped back to rinse off and he did the same. We grabbed our towels and dried each other off before he led me by the hand back to the bedroom.
I pushed him onto his back and he centered himself on the bed. I climbed onto him and put him in my mouth as he kind of growled and laced his fingers through my wet and tangled hair. I may have started off our relationship inexperienced, but time and practice had taught me exactly how to please this particular man. I was lost in my very pleasant task and he seemed surprised and grateful for what I was accomplishing. I could tell he was getting close when he gently pushed my head away and sat up a little. I looked at him questioningly.
“Can I come inside of you?”
“Of course you can.” I straddled him and he pushed in, making us both moan loudly. We found a fast strong rhythm together and soon his thumb found my magic spot and I knew I would be seeing stars very soon. He was getting close as well and just before we went over the edge together, he said, “Oh my god, I think I love you.”