At noon, the sky was black as night, and the wind whipped menacingly and swirled up gusts of snow from the sidewalk. Nick huddled into his coat and turned the last corner, and glanced up at the sky. He shivered and told himself he had been lucky to get home before what was obviously going to be one hell of a snowstorm.
He knew Holly would use the storm as an excuse, but he was determined to get rid of her and spend the rest of the day on the Dennison account, and then see Julie tonight and get things back to normal.
The scotch he had consumed since leaving Julie's had fortified him and he had been able to rationalize throwing Holly out with the money he had taken from the bank. And if necessary, he told himself, he would personally take her in a cab to her place and payoff the rent and see that she got her things.
But that's the end of my involvement, he muttered to himself, as he turned into his building. He stomped on the mat to get the snow off his shoes, then took his mail from the box and hurried inside. He kept repeating what he would say to Holly as he walked up the stairs. And he knew now that the realization of how near to disaster he had come in getting involved with this girl would block any desire he might feel for her.
His heart started pounding as he turned the key and shoved the door open. He fully expected to see her nude body displayed against the couch or standing temptingly in the door to the bedroom.
But he closed the door and stood still a moment, and she did not appear. He called her, but there was no answer. He walked into the bathroom. There was not a trace of her.
"Thank God," he muttered aloud, and got out of his coat and went over and took out the scotch.
And he saw that the bottle was nearly empty. He shook his head and poured the remaining whiskey into a glass. For a girl so young, she surely had an appetite for scotch, he told himself. Then he smiled. For scotch and for sex and for God knows what else, he added.
He went into the bedroom and took his tie off and put on the pair of ragged, old leather slippers that Julie thought were disgraceful. Then he returned to the living room and sat down at his desk and took out pen and paper.
He had decided to start work on the Dennison account, without first studying any of the material on previous campaigns. He hoped he just might strike something entirely new. And if not, he could have tons of stuff sent over from the office.
But half an hour later he had only a page of doodling, and he kept thinking of Holly out in the snow with absolutely no money. He was sorry now he at least had not been able to give her the money and tell her good bye.
And he thought of her blue eyes and honey blond hair and that incredible youthfulness, so offset by the golden, glowing body. And he remembered the marathon love-making.
He stood up and paced the room, and tried to clear his thoughts. He went over and stared from the window and saw that the snow was coming down heavily now, and he felt a slight chill.
Again he paced the room, and since Holly was gone and the danger past, he allowed himself the luxury of remembering how warm and full of life her presence had made his apartment.
He went back to the desk, but again, he found himself merely doodling, and he got up and walked into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. And as he poured a cup of coffee, and put in the milk and sugar, he heard a noise in the living room and he froze an instant.
He put the cup down and walked warily from the kitchen. He froze as he stood in the doorway to the living room.
Holly was shaking snow from her hair which was soaking wet. Her thin clothes were matted to her luscious body with snow, and left little to the imagination.
She looked over suddenly and smiled. "Hi," she said. "I didn't know you were back. My God, I'm freezing."
"You'll catch pneumonia," Nick said. "What were you doing out in a snow storm dressed like that?"
"Well, it wasn't snowing when I left, and I thought I'd try to sweet-talk my clothes back," she said. "But the old bastard I owe the rent to made it clear he wanted his money or you know what."
Nick was startled at how glad he was to see her, not just because the sight of her body made him go warm, but because he somehow felt good just being with her. And he felt very protective toward her.
"Get out of those wet clothes," he said and walked over to her. "And go take a hot shower. I'll see if I can find something for you to wear, though my clothes will probably swallow you whole."
"Oh Nick, I'm so glad to see you," she said. And she put her arms around his neck and shoved her shivering body against him and kissed him deeply.
Nick tore from her lips and shoved her away. "Get out of those clothes," he said.
"Sure, Nick baby," she said. "I'll meet you in the bedroom in half a minute."
"Dammit, that's not what I mean," Nick said. "I've got work to do today. And we've got to get your things back and get you settled."
The sparkling, lustful gleam of the blue eyes faded abruptly, and her whole voluptuous body seemed to sag. "You really mean that, don't you Nick?" she asked. "After all of what happened yesterday, you still want to throw me out, don't you?"
"Holly, this is an impossible situation," he said, and dared not let himself look at her. "I'm engaged and at a pivotal point in my career and I'm going to be working at home this week."
"At home? All week? During the day?" she asked. "Nick, honey, this could be the wildest week you ever spent."
Holly surged against him, her breasts goading him and her lips eager and wet and knowing, and her little fingers roamed knowingly over his body. He went tense and then limp and warm, and he gasped when her hot tongue snaked into his mouth.
Again he tore away from her and stepped back. And this time he turned away. "Get undressed and get that hot shower," he ordered. "And there will be hot coffee and something to eat in the kitchen."
He walked quickly into the bedroom and started rummaging through his clothes. He heard her go into the bathroom and he sighed with relief. As he picked out a pair of jeans that were too small and a plaid shirt, he told himself he was getting rid of her the minute she got warm. Because, otherwise he was lost. Another touch of her body and taste of her kiss and he was gone and so were his job and his marriage and everything.
Nick put the clothes on the bed and returned to the kitchen and heated the coffee. He put on some canned soup and made a couple of ham sandwiches.
"The clothes are in the bedroom and there's coffee and soup and sandwiches in the kitchen," he called out. "And I've got to get back to work."
Before he sat down at his desk he had a double shot of scotch, but its warmth only added to the warmth that already coursed through him. He settled down at his desk with great and desperate resolution.
But he twirled the pen in nervous fingers and started doodling again, and after ten minutes he was writing the word Dennison over and over again in a desperate attempt to get to work on the beer campaign.
He heard Holly leave the bathroom and licked his lips and thought of how she must have looked coming from the hot shower with water cascading from her golden body.
Hell, he muttered and threw the pen down. It was impossible to even consider work as long as she was here, and he was absorbed in visions of her body.
He stood up and walked to the window and stared at the thick blanket of snow that was falling. But he did not feel cold at all now and he had to smile slightly as he thought of the reason. Then the smile broke into a frown. Fool, he said, half aloud. He remembered the money he had taken from the bank and he knew he could have her out of the apartment in ten minutes, and in less than an hour, he could be at work at his desk and she could be out of his life.
He crossed the room with long strides and paused at the bedroom door and knocked. There was no answer so he knocked louder.
"I'm in the kitchen," she called.
Nick went into the kitchen and stopped abruptly at the door. Holly stood by the table eating a sandwich. She wore nothing but the plaid shirt, which barely covered her thighs. The top two buttons were open and her breasts nearly bare.
"Thanks for the food," Holly said. "I feel much better now after the shower. And not at all cold any longer. I hate the cold, Nick. I was so miserable while I was out in the snow and away from your apartment."
"Holly," Nick said and swallowed and walked slowly toward her.
He looked from the blue eyes down to the full, damp lips and as he stared at the copper mounds barely hidden by the shirt, he knew he could not throw her out. And then she shifted her legs and the shirt was pulled onto one hip, and Nick felt a shiver race up his back.
He put his hands onto her shoulders and she turned into his arms, her breasts just grazing his chest. She leaned up and kissed his lips softly. "Holly, I got some money today and I can get your clothes for you and get you a decent place to stay," he said, very quickly, in a desperate last effort at rationality.
Then she shoved her warm body against him and he slid his hands down and around and cupped buttocks which were firm and damp and burning.
"Do you really want me to go, Nick?" she asked, and ran her fingers through his hair.
"No, Holly, I want you to stay, more than I've ever wanted anything," he said, and squeezed the buttocks and felt her fingers tickling his ears and neck. To hell with the job and the marriage and everything, he muttered to himself, and again he felt feverish from the touch of her body.
"And I want to stay more than I've ever wanted anything," Holly said and smothered his ears with wet lips.
Nick felt his knees grow weak as she licked into his ear. He held her tightly, running his hand along her back. When he looked down at the floor, he could see that her bare feet were raised on tiptoes.
Still holding her, Nick sat down in a chair beside the table and opened his legs, she stepped between them.
"You know you're going to drive me crazy, don't you?" he smiled.
She grinned back impishly. "Are you complaining, Nick?"
Staring in her eyes, he reached out and gripped her bare thighs, then ran both hands upward and under her loose-hanging shirt. The golden flesh of her hips was burning. Her legs stiffened as his hands roamed, her body began to tremble all over.
"You have the most beautiful body in the world," Nick said softly.
Her eyelids dropped closed, her lips parted as he moved his hands up and down her thighs. She winced when one hand moved to the inside of her thigh and pushed under the shirt to her crotch. Her honey-blonde bush was already wet.
Staring still at her youthful face, Nick fingered the buttons of her shirt, opening one at a time. When the last button was undone, the shirt fell open, exposing the dark expanse of her belly and most of her hefty round tits, and her wet blonde nest.
Nick pressed his lips against her belly immediately, digging his fingers into her soft buttocks to press her closer. With one hand he reached up blindly and pushed back the shirt from her tits, leaving both of her huge areolas exposed. Then he ran his hand down her hourglass figure, over her bulging breasts and into the hollow of her waist, then around her flaring hips and down her tanned thighs until he was caressing her ankles.
Her belly was undulating as he kissed it, working his tongue into her deep navel and then twirling it in ever-widening circles around the indentation. He could feel her legs trembling, her chest rising and falling heavily.
His tongue was leaving a trail of goose bumps over her belly as he reached up for her tits again. The nipples were hard and pulsing. The heavy mounds quivered from his touch, and he nudged them both and watched them shimmy deliciously. He slid his finger into the crevice between the doughy masses, then pinched both of her nipples in his fingers. He could almost feel the electricity surging through her body.
"Oh, Nick," she breathed out when his tongue moved downward from her navel, her eyes still closed.
Her crotch was level with his eyes, he could see the blonde vee and through it, the pinkness of her cunt lips. Already he could smell the aroma of her lust. Leaving her tits quivering, he palmed his way around in her waist and over her hips, then slipped his hand between her legs to urge them apart.
Nick's prick was rock-hard under his slacks his heart was beating fiercely as he saw her blonde push open somewhat and her cunt lips sparkle just inches from his face. He knew what he was going to do, and he could hardly wait to enjoy Holly's response.
Her cunt hairs were sopping wet when he ran his finger through her bush. He pressed gently against her warm, fluttering pussy lips, and felt a jolt rock her entire body.
"Oh God, Nick!" she blurted out when he moved his head forward and planted a kiss on her belly, just an inch above her blonde hair. "You d-don't have t-to do that…"
"I want to," Nick whispered. "Very much."
Tenderly picking apart her pussy lips with his fingers, he moved his head toward her pungent gash again and blew his breath through the wet tangle.
"Ew, Nick darling!" she warbled. "I feel faint all over!"
Pulling her pussy lips apart further, he kissed the folds softly, then lapped once along the oozing slice. He could feel the shudder run the length of her body. Her breath was growing quick and hard already.
During all of their previous love-making sessions, it was always Holly who lavished her oral talents on Nick. He'd been longing to show her what he could do, longing to watch her writhe in delight from his skillful caresses. And now he was going to eat her pussy as it had never been eaten before – if it had indeed ever been eaten before!
He lapped along the slice again, then pushed her clit through her cunt lips, lifted the pink hood, and took the fiery wad in his lips and sucked. Her thighs began to shake immediately, her hand was trembling as she touched the back of his neck. For a moment he thought she was going to come right on the spot!
He dug his fingers into her molten buttocks, pushing her closer, pressing his face against her pussy. Her thighs spread further. He ripped open her slice and opened his mouth, then pressed it over her entire pussy, sucking and drinking in her ample juices. His tongue shot out, through her lips and into the tight channel of her cunt.
Her pussy contracted when his tongue entered it. He teased her with a few quick jabs into her body then slid his tongue out and lapped over her clit again. When he looked up at her face, he could see her tits heaving, her eyes closed, her head shaking slowly back and forth, her face contorted with urgent pleasure.
Her belly rolled with delight as he ate hungrily at her cunt, lapping at her pink lips, pulling on her hard clit, twirling his tongue around the tender kernel, pressing against it with his lips. He used his nose to hold her lips apart and shot his tongue into her channel again, then ripped it out and began lashing at her clit again.
Reaching up, he took one of her tits in his hand and fondled it, feeling her chest rise and fall, her nipple pulse furiously in his grip. Her breath quickened even more when he took her clit securely in his lips and twisted it back and forth still edging his tongue out to caress her. Her head was tossed back now, her pelvis was gyrating sensuously around his caress.
His fingers massaged her buttocks as he gobbled down her juices, working her clit around between his lips and shooting his tongue into her gash. He had to hold her thighs to keep her from shaking. Her hips were buckling, pushing her cunt against his face, guiding him in and out with a hand on the back of his neck. Good God, he thought again, is she coming?
He held on tightly to her thighs as she convulsed, twisting, shaking, undulating, gyrating, bucking, shaking. She thrust her pussy at his face as if she were trying to drill his nose right through her body. Her clit was trembling so much by now that Nick could feel it pulsing between his lips.
Suddenly her spastic movements slowed. He looked up and saw her eyes open. Then she had been coming!
"Ah, Nick," she smiled down at him, stroking the back of his neck. "I couldn't describe how good that felt."
"You're delicious," he grinned.
"Take off your clothes, darling."
Nick stood up and ripped off his shirt then kicked off his shoes, rolled down his slacks kicked them free, and then removed his socks. No sooner was he naked than she dropped to her knees at his side.
Nick's cock was so stiff that it arched up from his crotch almost to his navel, the huge head dark and throbbing. He ached for her touch, but she made him wait, licking at his hips, then rising from her knees to tickle his chest with the tip of her tongue. She moved down again, over his waist to his hips then right past his crotch to his knees.
He felt her tongue, wet and quick, trailing over his flesh like a feather, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. She continued to his feet, moving her kiss over his ankles and between his toes while one hand rose to press against his thigh. Her fingers groped for his prick, when she found it Nick had to let out a long, deep sigh.
She took the rod blindly in her grip and squeezed it as she continued caressing him from head to toe. When she moved upward again she caressed the back of his thighs, then pressed her face against his hard buttocks. Urging his thighs apart further, she blew her breath into the hairy crack, then pulled his cheeks apart and blew another breath at his asshole.
His cock was so hard now that it hurt when she squeezed it. Her fingers began stroking the rod slowly as her breath blew again into his ass crack. Suddenly he felt the wet tip of her tongue moving over his cheeks and then slipping into his crack, lapping from the top all the way down to the puckered doors of his anus.
Nick closed his eyes as he savored the thrill of her warm lips on his spread ass. The tight doors opened as she opened the cheeks further. He waited, then gasped when he felt her tongue edge through the crack and worm into his warm channel.
His body shook wildly, his prick beat fiercely in her grip as her breath blew into his asshole. Her tongue licked quickly into the tunnel, then lapped noisily at his asshole doors, then slid between them again and twined down his bunghole. Nick let out a loud moan when she moved her tongue away from his hole and sliced a thin finger through the doors and deeply into his narrow chute.
She pumped the digit in and out of his asshole, then slid her head between his legs, face upward, and took his balls in her mouth. Nick was gasping and moaning continually now as his hairy scrotum was enveloped by her heat, his balls squirted back and forth in her mouth. When she started stroking his prick again, Nick could feel the gism rushing toward his organ.
Still sitting on the floor, with her head between his legs, she released his sac and ran her tongue along the underside of his long shaft. The nimble implement followed the line of his dark seam then circled his dark cockhead and fluttered in his pisshole. Her tongue moved down to his balls again, then back to his crown. This time, when she reached the end of his rod, she closed her lips softly around the crown and slid more than half of his aching prick into the warmth of her mouth.
Just as her kiss reached the middle of his shaft her finger pushed hard up into his asshole again. Nick's knees wobbled, a gasp escaped his lips. He could feel her finger twisting around in his anus, his balls swinging against her chin when she slid her kiss all the way to the base of his cock. He knew his end was coming, and quickly.
He opened his eyes and gazed down. His legs were spread, his thighs tense, her head between his legs. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she took him into her mouth again. He stared at her beautiful, lush tits, at her hard nipples, at the deep crack between the mounds, then looked over his shoulder at the rest of her body. Her legs were stretched out, her toes curling, her thighs spread apart enough to reveal her twinkling pussy lips. If she's not the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, he said to himself, then I don't know who is.
"Mmmmmm," she purred when his prick popped free of her kiss. "You're so delicious too."
She plunged down on his cock again and drilled her finger into his ass. Gism surged toward his cock. But this time, he had no intention of letting himself spill his seed in her mouth. He had to feel her tight, warm pussy first.
Her caress swallowed his rod again, then moved slowly to the end. At that moment, just as her lips left his cockhead and her finger slid out of his ass again, Nick dropped to his knees, one on each side of her body, and took his cock in hand. She didn't catch on at first. But when he urged open her tits and rubbed his crown in the dark space between them, she opened her eyes and smiled.
Now she took over, placing a hand on each tit and pulling the globes apart. Nick's hard pipe slipped into the crevice, he pressed the shaft against her body and then sighed when she pushed her tits closed again and locked his prick in her warm vise.
"Wow, it's warm," he grinned. "Like a pussy."
She pushed the mounds against his cock more firmly, broiling it in the scalding heat of her tits. "It feels so good to have you there," she said softly. "Mmmm, it's so hot!"
Slowly he began to pump with his hips and push his cock through her fleshy vise. His crown slid through the crack and then emerged at the top of her cleavage. She bent her head downward immediately and let him slide the cockhead through her lips, then left her head in place, and her lips open, as he slid his cock back through her tits. He lunged upward again, and his cockhead drilled through the crack and right into her open mouth.
Nick's balls swung as he pumped, bouncing off the underside of her tits. He stroked the back of her neck, his eyes open to enjoy the sight of her bronzed body, the spectacle of her huge tits parting as he thrust and his hard prick up between them and into her mouth.
His belly pressed against her tits, feeling her nipples hard against his flesh. The thrill of her tits around his cock, her lips around his crown as he pumped upward, was so delightful that he had the urge to cream right then and there. He knew he could stare down at his prick as he pumped it through her tits and watch his gism squirt from her cleavage. Or he could thrust his prick into her mouth as he came and feel her warmth around his rod as it spurted into her throat. But he still had to feel her cunt first.
He pumped a few more times, drawing his gism into his prick, then reached down and pulled her hands from her tits. The mounds fell open, but they were still large enough to keep his shaft locked between them. He opened the melons and let his cock snap back against his pelvis.
"I'm ready now!" he shuddered as he lifted her to her feet. "Brother, am I ever ready now!"
She embraced him, kissing his neck. "Let's go into the bedroom, darling. Hurry!"
"No," he whispered. "I want you right here!"
He lifted her light body into the air and placed her on the kitchen table. Her buttocks came down on the cool glass surface, she leaned back immediately and spread her legs.
Nick stepped to the edge of the table and rubbed his cockhead against her cunt. Holly sighed, then dropped her head and closed her eyes as he urged her thighs further apart. After a few strokes with his fingers, he slipped his crown through her wet lips and stepped forward to push it deeply into her body.
Holly wrapped her legs around his back as he began thrusting. His cock slid smoothly, cleanly into her channel, his balls swung first against the edge of the table, then against her ass when he rose on tiptoes. Staring down, he could see his pink shaft gleaming as it emerged from between her blonde-fringed portals, then the edge of his cockhead just beginning to appear before he lunged again and brought their bushes together and his prick into the deepest regions of her snug cunt.
She was squirming madly already, tossing her head back and forth. Her tits swam over her chest as she shook, her belly rolled with lust, her thighs stiffened, her feet pressed against his back as his lunges quickened. From time to time she flexed her cunt walls as he pumped into her, then relaxed them as he eased his cock out of her body, as if her cunt were a fist stroking his cock.
"I-I'm gonna come again, Nick!" she screamed suddenly. "R-real soon!"
He knew the time had come. Easing his rod from her pussy, he climbed onto the table and mounted her. He paused briefly to fondle her tits, then lowered himself between her golden thighs and took his hard cock in hand. Her nipples were like darts against his chest as he came down on top of her.
Holly was gasping in anticipation as he rubbed his wet cockhead along her cunt lips. Her legs rose in the air, then locked behind his back. Nick slid his prick through her doors and lunged smoothly, bringing their bodies together and stuffing her deeply with his fat member.
She screamed something in his ear, but he couldn't make out her words, she was shrieking too wildly. He began thrusting, swinging his balls against her ass and slicing his hard pole smoothly into her drooling love hole.
He caressed her neck as she threw her head back, then nibbled at her earlobe, lunging all the while. Her cunt was so wet that his prick swam inside it, but it was still tight enough to grip him firmly. Even his balls were drenched as they swung against her gash.
Each time he pulled back, he could feel her cunt contracting as if she didn't want to let him leave her. But before she had time to rue his loss, he was inside her again, and her cunt was stiffening around him.
Thrusting steadily, he lapped at her nipples, then returned to her lips and tried to cram his tongue into her mouth. But she was fighting for breath; she pulled her lips away and gasped. Her hips were bucking now, their bodies met again and again with loud, wet slaps. Her wails were echoing through the kitchen so loudly he was sure everyone in the building could hear her.
He stroked faster, she twisted her hips, bending his pole inside her, pushing it around in her cunt. Each inward thrust sent a shiver through her body, drew a gasp from her lips. He knew his long prick was driving deeply into her, caressing every inch of her pussy.
"Come in me!" she cried out suddenly. "Come in me, Nick, come in me now!"
She was slithering over the table under him, throwing her hips up to meet his thrusts, shaking her tits, her head. He pumped mercilessly, drilling his thick manhood into her cunt as if he were trying to slice it right through her belly. Gism was again working its way into his cock, and this time he knew it was going to continue right through the pole and into her pussy.
"Oh God!" she sang out. "I-I'm… yes, I'm coming again! Ew, Nick, I'm coming!"
"I'm gonna fill you up with come!" he gasped into her ear just as she was about to go over the edge. "Right now!"
"Ahhh, yes…"
She entered her second orgasm with a wild scream, kicking her legs in the air, tossing her hips at his, shaking convulsively all over. He drove his hot prick into her so quickly that he felt his hips were beyond his control.
But no sooner had she reached the peak of her pleasure and begun to coast down the other side, riding his gism-gorged prick, than she suddenly soared again, shaking her head and kicking her legs into the air all over again. At first Nick didn't quite understand what was happening. But then, as he felt his own end just seconds away, he realized she was coming yet one more time!
Her hips sailed at his, her fingers dug into his hard buttocks as his cockhead bloated with an impending eruption. He slammed his chest against her downy breasts, sliced his cock ruthlessly into her sopping cunt. By now he could hardly breathe.
Nick buried his face on her shoulder, feeling his load stuffing his pistoning member. Her fingers slipped into his ass crack, one digit bored deeply into his hole. He froze, then sailed into her again.
"Come in me!" she screeched at the crest of her orgasm. "NOW!"
A final thrust brought his cock to full tenseness. He pulled his hips back, gasping, and then rammed his prick home again. A sharp spurt of gism splashed into her cunt, and she immediately let out a howl.
Nick too was groaning loudly as he spurted, feeling her cunt filling with cream around his prick. She squealed in delight as she felt the molten semen filling her, flexing her cunt as he ripped into her at lightning speed, swinging his balls heavily against her ass. Her finger was still inside his asshole, but by now she'd forgotten about it.
Nick continued pumping until his balls were drained, then came to an exhausted halt on top of her. She embraced him, kissing his neck and shoulders madly. Her pussy was still flexing around his prick.
"Holly…" he began.
"Yes, darling?" she whispered, kissing his ear.
He was about to tell her that he'd just enjoyed the most exciting fuck of his life, but he decided against it. He kissed her, then twisted his hips, wishing he hadn't come yet so that he could enjoy more of her.
Then he realized it: his prick was still almost hard inside her. Slowly he began to pump again.
"Oh, Nick!" she squealed as he filled her.
He worked his cock in and out of her cunt for a few minutes, feeling it grow stiffer. When he was almost at full heat, he moved his lips close to her ear and whispered. "Let's do it the other way, doggie-style," he said. "I want to look at your beautiful ass while I fuck you."
"Oh, Nick!"
Nick stumbled from the bed and his legs nearly buckled beneath him. He leaned against the bedpost for support, and looked down at Holly. She was sleeping soundly, a smile on her lips, her body curled against itself.
Then she deepened the smile, sighed and twisted around so that her body faced. Nick, and her breasts heaved with the deep breath. He turned away and dragged himself into the living room and sat down beside the phone.
The snow fell steadily and everything outside the window was white and dull, and Nick shivered and thought of going back for his robe. But he picked up the phone and dialed Julie's number.
Nick tried to clear his thoughts, but he was drugged by the sessions with Holly, and he felt light-headed and slightly weak and cold. The phone rang several times and Nick had the horrible thought that Julie might be on her way over to his apartment.
Then Connors answered abruptly, and Nick had no idea what to say for a moment. He had the absurd thought that somehow Connors would be able to tell something was wrong.
"This is Nick," he said finally. "Bow are you tonight, sir?" And he realized that somehow his conversations with Connors always made him feel like an idiot.
"Good to hear from you, son," Connors boomed. "Julie and I were just talking about you. Good thing you called. I think she was getting a little restless about tonight."
"I see," Nick said and stared at the snow and shivered. "Well, the fact is, sir, that I was calling to tell her I probably can't see her this evening. I really do need to stay here and concentrate on the Dennison advertising campaign. I'm afraid I feel I'm getting a bit behind."
"She won't be happy to hear that, son," Connors said. "But I understand. Don't let me down on that. And by the way, Frances Dennison called me today. I told her things were progressing, of course. And she wanted to be able to get in touch with you, so I took the liberty of giving her your address and phone number. You know how she is Nick. You have to humor her."
Christ, said Nick to himself. "That's perfectly all right, sir," he said to Connors. "And now, could I speak to Julie?"
"She's right here, son," Connors said. "Practically tearing the phone out of my hands." There was a moment of silence. Then Julie said, "Oh Nickie, I don't believe you're going to work on that silly old lady's beer advertising," she said. "I'm afraid it's absolutely necessary, darling," he said. "Things are going slowly and I can't afford to get any further behind. Ask your father how important it is."
There was another silence. Then Julie said, very softly, "Daddy just left, Nickie. He has to go out. And the servants are out, also. Do you know what that means?"
"Julie, like you said, darling, it's just a short time until we're married," he said. "I've simply got to give priority to this Dennison thing. There are just a few days left. No matter how much I want to see you."
"Well, I'm going to talk to Daddy about this," she said. "He has no right to get you all busy and tied up right before our wedding."
"Look, I'll call you later," he said. "I've got to get back to work now."
"Okay, Nickie," she said. "But don't wait too long. And remember that I love you. Good night. For now."
"I love you too," he said. "And good night and I'll talk to you later." Nick hung up and went over and poured a drink and gulped it down. The chill of the room permeated his body, and he took another drink and stared at the heavy snowfall.
He told himself he would call Julie later, but for now he cared for nothing but getting back into bed and snuggling up against the girl with the smooth, golden, feverish body.