Beyond The Masque Part II

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Chapter 9

“Roxanne my darling. I need to talk to you right now!” Frankie, the kitchen manager, sings from around the corner.

I smile to myself as he comes into view and leans up against the wall, smiling at me. He looks sharp today in a dark blue pinstriped suit, paired with a bright blue shirt and tie. His black hair is gelled back, and his dark eyes glimmer at me with excitement.

“Hey, Frankie. What can I do for you?” I ask him, turning away from the grill to face him.

He grabs my arm and pulls me around into the wait station.

“I was watching TV last night, and I saw an exciting piece of gossip,” he hints, raising his manicured eyebrows at me.

Yes, I should have known. I grin at Frankie and hold up my hand to show him the ring. He yanks my hand towards his face to get a better look.

“Oh, honey, it’s flawless. Of course, that man has exquisite taste. Congratulations!” he says excitedly.

“Thanks, Frankie.”

“So tell me, do you have anything planned out yet? When is the wedding? Do you have a dress in mind? How about a planner?”

“Whoa, whoa Frankie,” I laugh, holding my hands up in defense, “it just happened. I don’t have any plans yet, except that it’ll be in October.”

“Goodness me, that doesn’t leave us much time, does it?” he says, tapping his finger on his goateed chin.

“Us?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Of course, girl. You’re going to need all the help you can get. My boyfriend Les just happens to be a wedding planner, how perfect is that?” he informs me, “He was watching the story with me, and he told me that it would be a dream for him to plan this wedding.”

“Oh Frankie, I uh…”

I don’t know what to say, this isn’t something I had even thought about, but he’s right, I do need the help.

“He’s amazing at what he does Roxanne; I can guarantee my life on it. Anything you want, he can do it,” he assures me.

I find it sweet of him to be doing this for his mate.

“I guess I could meet with him,” I consent.

Frankie claps his hands together in delight.

“Excellent! He’ll be so excited. I’m sure to get extra lucky tonight for setting this up,” he says quietly so that nobody else can hear.

I chuckle at this. Frankie doesn’t usually talk about his personal life with anybody at work.

“Maybe next week sometime, Spence and I can meet up with him. As I said, other than the month, nothing is planned yet. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, that’s where Les comes in to help you. So is it going to be big or small?” he inquires.

“Small, definitely small, that much is clear,” I confirm, and he nods.

“A small, intimate, and oh so romantic fall wedding. Perfect! He’ll love it.”

Just after noon, Spence comes strolling into the kitchen. There have been so many visitors in the kitchen today. Everyone stops to stare for a moment when he walks in, and then they promptly get back to work. They have become used to his regular visits since we’ve been together.

“You, me, lunch date now,” he announces as I am throwing some meat onto the grill.

“I can’t take off yet,” I laugh.

He peeks around me at the rest of the kitchen, searching.

“I’m sure someone else can take over for a little while. It doesn’t seem too busy today.”

He’s right; we are not very busy today.

“I can take care of it,” Chris says, coming up behind me and taking the tongs out of my hand, “go.”

He gestures with his chin to the door and smiles at Spence.

“Why thank you, Chris,” Spence beams at him.

“No sweat,” Chris replies with a grin, causing Spence and me to start laughing out loud.

“What?” Chris frowns, confused by our reaction.

“Inside joke,” Spence tells him, still laughing.

“If you say so,” Chris shakes his head, “Okay Rox, go!” he waves us away.

“Alright,” I sigh as Spence takes my hand to lead me out of the kitchen.

“I owe you one,” Spence says over his shoulder to Chris.

Once we’re out of the restaurant and in the hotel lobby, Spence pulls me towards the elevator.

“Where are we going?” I ask curiously, pulling my chefs' hat off my head and tucking it in my pocket.

“We’re going to have lunch in my office,” he tells me, as the doors swing open.

He presses the button for the fourth floor where his office resides. It’s a quick ride, and the doors open once again. We start heading towards his large corner office, passing Lucas along the way. Spence just nods at him, and he just nods back at us impassively. The walls to Spence’s office are made of clear glass, and as we walk in, he closes the door and locks it behind him. Spence then presses a button on the wall causing the glass walls to fog out, creating instant privacy. I thought this was the coolest thing I had ever seen when I first saw it.

The rest of the walls are windows facing outside. Spence’s entire office is mostly glass and steel, much like the hotel itself. Spence’s large desk sits in the center of the room, and I spot a red and black takeout bag upon it. Spence sees me eyeing up the bag, and we go over to his desk.

“Ritzu sushi,” he says, grabbing the bag, and pulling out two trays that look like they’re made of wood.

These are some fancy takeout containers; much different than the cardboard boxes I’m used to.

“Ah, our first date,” I say with a smile.

I remember when he took me there for dinner; I also remember it being the most expensive sushi place in the city. We take a seat across from each other, grab some chopsticks, and proceed to dig in.

“Wasabi?” he offers, holding out a little tray with a blob of the spicy green stuff on it.

“I’m okay, wasabi with you?” I joke, giggling to myself at my corny joke.

“Who’s cheesy now?” Spence smirks, setting the tray down.

He still won’t forget that I called him cheesy on our first date when he showed up with roses. I guess it wasn’t so cheesy after all. It was actually kind of cute. At the time, though, it just seemed too slick. I also think about how he had sucked the sugar off of my finger when I was putting those roses in some water after he had told me that sugar would help them keep longer.

“What are you smiling about?” Spence asks when I’ve been quiet for too long.

“I was just thinking about our first date,” I tell him.

“Which part?” he asks, grabbing a roll and stuffing it in his lovely mouth.

“The sugar,” I say, wondering if he remembers.

He obviously does, because he smiles.

“Ah yes, I remember that, quite clearly.”

“That was sexy,” I tell him, taking a roll and popping it into my mouth.

The sushi is still as I remember it, absolutely delicious.

“You liked that, did you?” he chuckles.

“You’re quite good at the art of seduction Spence,” I say, peeking up at him through my eyelashes.

He stares back at me with a heated expression. Uh oh, I know this look.

“Eat your lunch,” I say, trying to distract him from his line of thought.

“There’s something else that I’m hungry for,” he says, pushing away from his desk and standing up.

My eyes follow him as he comes around and stands next to my chair. I look up at him and shake my head.

“Spence, not right now,” I protest, his crotch is level with my face and I can see that he’s aroused.

“Chopsticks down,” he orders quietly.

I smirk up at him but don’t follow his orders. Instead, I slowly reach out and grab a roll with my sticks and pop it in my mouth.

Roxanne,” he says, bending forward and grabbing the arm of my chair, swiveling it around so that I face him.

“Yummy sushi,” I grin up at him, and his hazel eyes burn into me.

Spence stands up straight, his eyes not leaving mine as he shrugs out of his dark gray suit jacket and places it on the edge of his desk, then he undoes his red tie, letting it hang there around his neck. I reach out and grab each end of his tie and pull him down to kiss me. He grabs the arms of my chair to steady himself as he kisses me back. I can taste the faint spiciness of the wasabi on his tongue as he flicks it with mine. He knows he has me, sushi is forgotten for now. He pulls back again and looks down at me.

“Sofa now,” he murmurs, but a new idea comes to mind, as his crotch is perfectly level to my face.

I reach for his belt and unclasp it, followed by the button of his trousers.

“What are you doing, Rox?” he breathes, as I slowly pull his zipper down.

I don’t answer him, I just push his pants off of his hips, and they pool around his ankles. I run my hand over his package which strains against his snug boxer briefs. I lick my lips and pull down his underwear, just enough to release him. He springs free, and I smile up at him. Spence’s breathing has picked up a little in anticipation, and he takes a step forward, eager for what I’m about to do next. I lift my hand and run it up and down his smooth shaft before I lean in and take him in my mouth. Spence sucks in air between his teeth and closes his eyes as I start running my tongue up and down his beautiful cock.

Spence’s hands make their way to my head, I can tell he wants to run his fingers through my hair, but it’s tied up tightly into a low bun. So he just gently holds on to the sides of my head as I work him with my mouth. He groans quietly, thrusting his hips forward, reveling in the feel of my mouth on him. He tastes so good, and I proceed to take him even deeper into my mouth, looking up at him to see his reaction. He lets out a gasp, and his eyes pop open, and he peers down at me, biting his lower lip.

“Fuck, Roxanne,” he grunts, “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

I hum my acknowledgment, pleased with myself. Spence's size has made it difficult in the past to take him deeply in my mouth, but I find that it’s getting easier and easier with practice. I keep going, not heeding his warning, and soon, Spence lets out a loud moan before he comes into my mouth. I inwardly cringe just a little, since I’m still not a huge fan of the taste, but I love to make him feel good. I quickly swallow before I can think about it too much, and release Spence from my mouth with a pop. He takes an unsteady step back as he pulls his underwear up.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” he chuckles, bending over to pull his pants up as I reach for a bottle of water on the desk and take a long swig, rinsing my mouth.

“Your welcome,” I giggle at his flushed face.

A light sheen of sweat is evident on his brow.

“I appreciate it, but I had been hoping to have you on my sofa over there.”

“I know, but I need to get back to work soon, and I’d really like to finish my lunch,” I say, and Spence makes a funny face.

“You’re still hungry?” he asks dubiously.

I could see how he would think that my appetite has waned, but surprisingly, it hasn't.

“This is the best sushi in town, I can’t let it go to waste,” I say, picking up my chopsticks again.

“If you say so,” he chuckles, taking his seat across from me once again, “but now I’m really going to let you have it tonight, so be prepared.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise,” he replies smoothly, causing the space between my legs to contract in anticipation.

“I look forward to it.”

I smile and then decide to change the subject before I just change my mind and jump him right now instead of later.

“So I was talking to Frankie, and he said his boyfriend is a wedding planner.”

Spence nods but doesn’t say anything as he resumes eating his lunch, so I continue.

“Anyway, I said that we’d meet with him next week sometime to see if he’d be a good fit.”

“How’d Frankie find out?”

“How else? Television. You were right, the story was out shortly after I told my mom about the engagement.”

“How did she take the news by the way? I meant to ask sooner, but I got distracted,” he says with a wink.

“At first, she freaked out a little, but eventually she was happy about it,” I explain.

“That’s good to hear. Frankly, your mother scares me a little,” he admits, making me laugh.

“She scares me too, sometimes. Anyway, we are to go to their place in a couple of weeks to visit, and she said she’d like a fresh start with you.”

“Really?” Spence asks, looking, pleasantly, surprised by this information.

“Yeah. She’ll be a lot nicer to you this time I promise.”

“I think she was one of the few people I was unable to charm,” he reveals, and Spence isn’t one to show weakness very often.

“She’s just protective over me, that’s all.”

“As a mother should be,” he agrees.

“So are you okay with all of that? I think I’m going to need a new day planner soon to keep everything straight,” I say, finishing the last piece of sushi on my tray.

Spence nods and reaches down, opening a desk drawer. He pulls out a black leather-bound book and sets it down in front of me.

“What’s this?” I ask, reaching for it.

I open the book and see that it’s a fresh day planner.

“You just have spares lying around?” I ask, flipping through it.

“Mine tend to fill up quickly,” he replies.

“I guess they do, huh?”

I still forget just how busy he is most of the time.

“I think we need to lock one, significant date in there right now,” he says to me, his eyes deadly serious.

“Alright, what’s going on?” I ask, rather stupidly.

I realize after I say it, what he means. He sighs and leans forward over his desk and takes the planner from my hands and flips through it, finding the page he’s looking for. He sets the book on the desk and pushes it back towards me, open to the month of October.

“Our wedding date,” he says, tilting his head to the side, “let’s seal this deal, Roxanne.”

I stare back at him and swallow, and then I stare down at the calendar, suddenly nervous. This is it, time to pick a date, time to make it official. I glance up at Spence who observes me, waiting.

“Um… is there any day in particular that interests you?” I ask him, returning my eyes to the paper.

“The sooner, the better, how about the first weekend?” he suggests.

I take a deep breath.

“Got a pen?” I ask him.

As I say it, it makes me think of Seth, who would have chimed in with ‘who uses those things anymore?’

Instead, Spence grabs a fancy looking pen, engraved with his initials, and slides it over to me. I pick it up, and it feels heavy in my hand.

Trying to keep my hand steady, I put pen to paper and mark the date, October Fourth, ‘OUR WEDDING,’ in bold letters. I push the pen back towards Spence. A slow grin spreads across his face.

“October Fourth it is then,” he says happily and stands up, striding quickly around his desk towards me.

He pulls on my hand for me to stand up and he pulls me against him, hugging me tightly.

“Roxanne, I can’t wait until the day you become my wife. I promise to always do my best to make you happy, no matter what,” he murmurs into my neck.

“I love you too, Spence,” I whisper back into his shoulder, feeling a tightness in my chest.

So many emotions are at play inside of me, happiness, excitement, nervousness, and for some unknown reason…fear.

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