Gypsy Kiss: Micah Part 14

I nodded, unable to contain my happiness. I didn't even care if I got a ribbing for it anymore. It was worth it. "Yeah. We kissed tonight. A lot. And you lot can poke fun all you like, but I really like her." I shrugged. "She's the one, this is it."

Marco seemed more surprised by that than anyone else. "Yeah? This is serious then, not like...just attraction."

I shook my head. "More than attraction." I closed my eyes and sighed, deciding to just say it. This was my family, if I couldn't tell them...who could I tell? "I think I love her. I do, I love her."

Nic raised his eyebrows and then smiled. "That's great, brother. That's really awesome and we're all very happy for you."

"Yeah, we are." Mari agreed.

"When do we get to meet her?" Nic asked.

"Well these three already have, tonight." I said, gesturing to Luca, Kris and Marco. "Long story, I'll let Marco fill you in later. But I was thinking of inviting her in to the restaurant tomorrow when I finish and she can meet you two then. Eli...is he coming to the barbeque?"

Nic nodded. "He is, I talked to him earlier. So are Lisa and the kids."

I smiled to myself. Eli was the only one of the Machvaya brothers in a relations.h.i.+p, and the only one not living in this house. He had been with Lisa since he was thirteen and he was thirty two now. Married for twelve years they had two kids, Ruby, who was four, and George who had just turned three. I made a mental note to sit and talk to Eli as soon as possible, because if anyone would understand how I felt now, if any one of my brothers could advise me, it was him. He wasn't generally much of a talker, quite introverted in a lot of ways but he adored his wife, his family and I wanted what he had. I wasn't a kid anymore, not a lad in my late teens or early twenties.

I wanted to settle down, start a family. I wanted Jewls to want that too, and I wanted to build that kind of relations.h.i.+p with her. I couldn't shake off the thought that she didn't entirely take me seriously, she thought I was some sort of player she had admitted that, after all.

The beauty of having so many siblings was that there was always someone you could talk to, no matter what your issue was. The downside of course, was six people always knowing your d.a.m.n business.

"Eli will meet her then." I said, eating some salad.

"She's coming to the barbeque?" Marisol said, barely containing her excitement.

I grinned and nodded. "She is. And I reckon you will love her, Mari."

She squealed happily. "What's she like?"

"She's-" I started, and Marco interrupted me.

"Red head. Big blue eyes, lovely smile. Short, tiny waist, huge ti-"

"Marco!" Nic snapped as I glared at Marco. "Show some f.u.c.king respect!"

"You steer clear of her." I warned him, only half joking.

"I was just messing!" he protested. "I'm genuinely happy for you; she seems like a lovely girl, stunning too."

Nic looked from me, to Marco and back to me. "Someone needs to fill me in on just what happened between you two; I can sense I don't know the full story."

Mari clapped her hands together gleefully. "Allow me."

I rolled my eyes, and sat back while she filled our big brother in on my fun packed evening. I zoned out and thought of Jewls and sat grinning to myself like a lovesick idiot.

Which, is precisely what I was.

Chapter Ten.

Jewls I spent most of the next day floating around on cloud nine. It started with the usual text from Micah, as sweet and mind blowing as usual.

Good morning my beautiful GIRLFRIEND :P Dreamed of you last night. You are even on my mind when I sleep. It's seven in the morning and I'm a.s.sisting with a delivery of fresh salmon. Wish I was a.s.sisting my gorgeous GIRLFRIEND in the shower. Or bringing you breakfast in bed. Work sucks. Will miss you today. Text me, I will text back when I can. *kiss kiss* xx M xx I grinned and wrote out a quick reply. Of course he replied, and then so did I, spread out across the day. Although I made out like he was bugging me, in truth it made my day go faster, and made it so much more pleasurable than I had thought it was going to be, knowing I wasn't going to see him.

Good morning Mr Machvaya. Not to rub salt in your wound, but I'm tucked up in bed and plan to stay here all day :P Breakfast in bed would be heaven. Maybe next time. Miss you too babe xx J xx Mr Machvaya? Not your BOYFRIEND?

I agreed to no such a thing that I can recall.

We kissed. A lot. It was pure heaven. Jewls Dempsey will you be my girlfriend?

Maybe. One day :P You're cruel *sigh*

I just have the measure of you Mr Machvaya. Now stop texting me, I want to go back to sleep :P I'll stop texting you when you agree to be my girlfriend.

I'll switch my phone off :P I will send a delivery of flowers to your door, on the hour every hour until you say yes Micah...be reasonable. A girl needs her sleep :'( And I need you. I'm not a player xx :/.

Not anymore! It's all about you. Just you. You. You. No one else. If you agreed to be my girlfriend you would be my first proper girlfriend. And my last. Don't want anyone else. Never will.

Right well I'm going in the shower.

Jewls! Please, I will beg if I have to. On my knees.

I'd like to see that! Lol Then you will. Be my girlfriend.

*Can't hear you, in the shower*

I laughed to myself as I popped my phone on silent and turned over to go back to sleep. I thought I was pretty clever, until I woke at gone six that evening to a string of text messages, all from his truly of course.

I miss you. Very hard to concentrate on work with you on my mind Hope your day going well Jewls...?

Look, I'll stop bugging you when you just say yes x Three letters. Y.E.S. x.x.x Jewls if you don't reply soon, I'm gonna look like some sort of creepy stalker cause I can't stop texting you.

Did you fall asleep?

Say yes or so help me G.o.d, I'm pulling a sickie, coming over there and kissing you until you can't take any more x That had been the last one, sent half an hour before. I couldn't help but smile, wondering if he had gotten any work done at all between texting me. The truth was I liked being in control of this, and I was enjoying it probably far too much. It was very easy to be c.o.c.ky and playful in a text after all.

Even so, I realised I'd better text him back, before he did pull a sickie. As much as I liked the thought of him coming round to my flat and kissing me until I couldn't take any more which, frankly would take a long, long time I didn't like the thought that he might be worried, or think I was deliberately ignoring him.

I fell asleep. Been asleep all day! Will never sleep tonight now lol x wasn't ignoring you on purpose xx There was a delay of all of thirty seconds before I got a reply.

So long as you're okay. If you won't sleep...then come meet me from work. I finish at ten, come have some supper with me. Say you will, please xx I have no smart clothes, wouldn't even get through the door xx Told you, I know the owner. You could walk in wearing your Cookie Monster onesie and get service. Just come as you are. Ten. Say you will. Xx M xx I hesitated for just a moment, and then realised the need to see him was just too great.

Okay. Ten it is xx see you then x.x.xxx Can't wait x.x.xx.x.x I stood outside Carousel at five to ten, suddenly frozen and completely unable it seemed to put one foot in front of the other. It really was a stunning restaurant, about as high end as I had ever seen and I felt like a pauper just standing outside.

Inside I couldn't see Micah, just another man one of the ones I had seen the last time I had been out here, sitting opposite on the bench, spying on Micah. Like last time, there was just one table left, which surprised me as this time it was a lot earlier. I guessed Micah had known from the bookings that he would be finished earlier.

A little tap on the gla.s.s startled me out of my daydream and there he was, the other side of the doors smiling at me. Reflexively I smiled back, as thrilled as ever to see him. d.a.m.n he was gorgeous.

He opened the door and held out a hand. "Hi, beautiful. Are you gonna come in, or...?"

I rolled my eyes and accepted his hand, letting him pull me inside. "Hey. Are you sure this is alright?"

"Course it is," he said. "Just give me...ten minutes, while we wrap it up with the last table. Sit..." he looked around him and then pointed to a table for two next to a water feature, lit up with multi-coloured fibre optic lights. It was all just so beautiful. "Here. Yes? Okay."

He kissed my cheek and walked off as I took my coat off and sat at the table he had shown me.

For the next twenty minutes or so I just watched him work, attending to the table with a level of professionalism that made me so proud of him. His manners were, as ever, impeccable and he made the couple he was serving the centre of his attention, getting whatever they needed with efficiency and standing waiting a respectable distance as they ate their deserts.

I just sat there, taking the rare opportunity to just study him. Normally, when we were together his eyes would always eventually s.h.i.+ft to me, and catch me watching, but tonight, here, his focus was not on me, but on the couple he was serving. It gave me a golden opportunity to just...savour the very sight of him.

As I had noticed before, Micah was always neatly turned out. His hair was always perfect; his beard neatly shaped and trimmed his clothes neat and tidy. But Carousel Micah was a different kettle of fish altogether. He was...immaculate.

Is there anything s.e.xier than a tall, dark handsome man in a crisp, white s.h.i.+rt and black dress pants? Watching Micah work I came to the conclusion that no, there wasn't. I watched as he moved about the room with confidence and grace, his black s.h.i.+ny shoes squeaking on the marble floor, watched the material of his trousers hugging his b.u.m in a way that made a small pool of drool form in the corner of my mouth, desire lighting a fire inside me that would never be quashed. And just as I thought he could not get more perfect, he smiled at the old lady at the table and it was like the whole room lit up with it. His eyes sparkled in the candle light, and the little dimples on his cheeks made me actually groan out loud. Thank G.o.d I was a distance enough away that no one could hear me. f.u.c.k, I wanted him so badly it was almost painful.

s.e.x had never been of any interest to me before, the years with Andrew at best a dull, flat lover, at worst a borderline drunken rapist had left me thinking of s.e.x as a boring ch.o.r.e, nothing more. But Micah...it was like he had flipped a switch. I didn't even care if I was a conquest at that point, I would cheerfully let myself become just another notch on his bedpost, just to be in his bed. Such was the level of my l.u.s.t for him. I was like a moth to the flame and there was no going back for me now. Whether he was sincere with me or not, no longer mattered I realised. A course had been set, and this was it for me now.

He cleared their plates away with quiet efficiency and stood back a little from their table, just waiting again. His posture was poker straight, both hands behind his back, palms facing out, his feet together. He seemed to be looking at something on the opposite wall so intensely that I looked to see what had his attention, only to find nothing there. He just...waited and so did I.

I heard the old man ask for the bill and Micah nodded, smiling again and with a "Certainly Sir," he walked over to the other side of the room behind a small stand and to my surprise, put on a pair of black thick rimmed gla.s.ses.

Oh my G.o.d. Hot just didn't cut it anymore. He was delicious anyway, but when he put those gla.s.ses on he was out and out edible. I involuntarily put a hand to my mouth, to check my tongue was still safely tucked away and not hanging down my chin as it felt like it was. I felt like a pervert just watching him, fully clothed; prepare a bill for a customer. I wanted to jump on him, strip him of everything but those gla.s.ses and ride him like a d.a.m.n cowboy.

Good freaking G.o.d, what was he doing to me?!

I had my phone in my pocket and suddenly on impulse decided I needed a photo of what my eyes were seeing something to file away for future...use. I discretely held my phone up just a little without it being too obvious what I was doing and snapped a quick picture. He chose that moment to look up over the top of his gla.s.ses f.u.c.k that was hot mercifully not looking in my direction, and flash one of his mind debilitating smiles.

He printed something off on the till, wrote something on it and put it on a small plate, with two mints. He carried it to them, waited for a break in their conversation and placed it on the table between them.

I was utterly fascinated by the whole thing. No one could make waiting interesting like Micah could.

The man opened his wallet and dropped a wad of notes on the plate that looked like more than I earned in a month, stood and helped his wife out of her chair. They both smiled at Micah and thanked him for his service, a.s.suring him they would come again. Micah smiled politely, thanking them and walked with them, past me to the door, opening it for them and watching them leave before closing it again.

He turned to face me and just looked at me for a moment or two. I rose to my feet absently, no thought to it at all, and just looked back at him, risking a small smile. His expression was completely unreadable.

He walked to me, put his hands on my face and lowered his mouth slowly to mine, our lips lightly brus.h.i.+ng together before he opened his mouth wide and kissed me pa.s.sionately. It was so hot, so pleasurable I think I actually whimpered a little. He gathered me up in his arms.

"I wanted to do that the second you walked in the door but...gotta stay professional, you know? They pay a lot for a top notch service." I nodded my understanding. "So glad they've gone. I missed you like mad today."

I nodded. "I missed you too." I grinned, running my hands over his face. "I love the gla.s.ses, by the way."

He grinned broadly, looking adorable. "I just need them for reading and writing, which I don't do much of at the park. I'll uh...leave them on twenty-four-seven if they float your boat, Miss Dempsey." He kissed me again. "Thanks for waiting for me."

I shrugged. "I was enjoying watching you..."

He raised his eyebrows. His hands had settled on my hips and I settled my arms around his neck, my fingers finding the bottom of his hair, running through it. I loved how silky it felt to my touch.

"Oh yeah? Enjoying the view were you? You see why I got a five hundred quid tip now, do you?"

I smiled a little and nodded. "Oh yeah. I got a tip for you right now..."

"Yeah...?" he said, obviously intrigued.

I nodded; I was feeling brave, so much braver than I had in a long, long time. I allowed my hands to slip down his back, slowly and with purpose and settled on his gorgeous, tight b.u.m.

"These trousers? Need to be just a little bit tighter..."

The left corner of his mouth twitched in amus.e.m.e.nt. "Is that so, huh?" I nodded, giggling. "Well, I have a tip for you too, Jewls." He leaned in closer to me, his mouth close to my ear and whispered. "Say yes..."

I leaned back just enough to look into his eyes and nodded slowly. "Yes." I said quietly and he looked at me incredulously.

"Yes?"

"Yes." I repeated and then squealed as he lifted me and spun me around.

"You won't regret it." he said, setting me down again. "I swear to look after you. You'll be so glad you let me in."

"I already am." I beamed.

Someone cleared their throat, making me jump and I tried to jump away from Micah, but he kept a tight hold of me and pulled me back to him as the man walked to us.

He was dressed the same as Micah, but also wore a black waistcoat and he was smiling broadly.

Micah gave him a one-armed hug, the other arm still with a tight hold on me, and grinned.

"Honestly, Micah...I leave you alone for five minutes and you're kissing the clients!"

"Oh, I'm not-" I started but Micah laughed.

"Jewls...I would like you to meet Nic, my boss and my big brother. Nic, this is Jewls. My girlfriend."

For a moment I was so surprised I couldn't say anything. I just stood there, mouth opening and closing trying to form some sort of sentence, failing that, a word of any description would do.

Nic extended his hand and I saw mine reach out to him seemingly beyond my control, to shake it. Instead, he raised my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it.

Wow, it runs in the family. With the exception of Marco the man-wh.o.r.e...

"What an absolute pleasure to meet you at last, Jewls. Micah has told us so much about you."

"It's lovely to meet you too." I heard myself say.

"Micah, are you wanting to eat, or head straight off?"