Chapter 40. This Girl Loves Her Sharp Dressed Man
Smiling, Kaylee climbed out of the pool and padded around on the concrete walk, the water glistened on her bare skin. She spread out a towel and Stretched in the sun at Tom’s side, while he soaked his feet in the pool.
Sitting next to his left, she touched his bandaged arm.
‟You got this damp. We will need to change it before you get dressed and we go out.” She observed. Her skin puckered in the breeze that blew over the open area on the roof of the penthouse.
She helped Tom to his feet and they walked down the stairs to the breakfast nook where the bag with bandages sat.
Slowly unwrapping the arm, exposing the ugly suture line, Kaylee smiled softly.
‟The color is better than when we got to the hospital. How does it feel.” She stroked his hand with her fingers.
*She is caregiver who is breathtakingly beautiful, shy as a hammer and cares for me, a partner who can’t swim with her.* He moved his fingers. “It doesn’t hurt at all, at the moment.”
‟It is not leaking at all right now. The bandages are still clean underneath.”
Tom looked away, he did not want to look at it since the doctor cut off the bandages, the bluish color at the hospital had alarmed and frightened the author of books. In his head, he got too close to losing the arm.
‟That’s good. Just make sure its clean and cover it up, I don’t want to look at it at all, it makes me a little… Well, a lot… worried.”
Kissing his fingers, she looked in his eyes.
‟You feel that?”
‟Yes. How could I not?”
‟Sensation for soft touch is normal.” She smiled. Then biting his thumb lightly. ‟Feel that.”
‟Oh, yeah.” He gasped and his eyes got big. ‟This is a tease?”
‟You’ll never know.” She slowly wrapped his arm with a roll bandage wearing a slight smile.
‟What do you mean? “I’ll never know”.”
Her creative muse of art and sensation awoke, she stood up, reached in the bag and took out a blood-red short-sleeve silk cocktail-dress and pulled it over her head, laughing at Tom’s eyes.
‟Like I said, you will never know.”
‟Do you have anything in that for me?” Tom grinned. “Is this part of the surprise?”
‟Well, now. She turned on her phone and ordered a black tuxedo. We have the obvious out-of-the-way. I had the tux set up for my call.” She took his hand and pulled him to his feet.
‟Follow me.” She took him by the hand, pulling Tom out of the kitchen chair.
‟Where are we…”
‟Shush and follow my lead, brat.”
‟Hush. Close your eyes.” She pulled him firmly. “We have something to fix before you get dressed. Follow.”
Playfully resisting, he followed her slowly across the suite, a pause as she picked up a bag tickled his imagination of what was about to happen.
Pushing him to a large, padded cushion, it took Tom a moment to realize he was sitting on a bed.
A big bed.
Tom bounced a bit, but no spring, it settled. Memory foam.
It was comfortable and somewhat firm. The bed felt large, king-sized.
A sound of a small ratchet echoed in his dark world, she had picked up something.
‟What…” He felt a metallic clamp on his right thumb.
‟Move to the head of the bed, lay down and let me lift your hands up over your head, so they are above your heart a little.”
Stretching out on the bed, he found a pillow, and she laughed lightly at his efforts. She knelt next to him and gently guided his wounded arm over his head.
The clicks of a ratchet sound and sensations of a clamp on his other thumb through the slats of the headboard alarmed him and he tugged at his arms.
He was trapped.
‟Kaylee ?” His eyes opened wide.
‟You will call me Mistress.”
Tom started to laugh and found that he had a most definite bound and helpless sensation, his hands held in place by the thumb-cuffs.
For the first time in his adult life, he was afraid of a woman in the bedroom.
Thomas Harte, writer of steam-pirate stories, survivor of near disasters and surgery gave a nervous giggle.
“Be gentle?” he whispered.
Kaylee gave the most wicked laugh she could muster.
For twenty-minutes while they waited for his tuxedo to arrive, she taught him the reason about why she was not an ex-wife.
Kaylee was pulling her dress back over her head when the doorbell rang and she left to answer it.
“Um. Thumbs?” Tom’s voice came out as a whine.
“Don’t go away.” Kaylee laughed when she left the room.
*Like I have a choice.* He tugged at the thumb-cuff. He could hear her talking with another woman at the door. *It sounds like she just gave my number to Erika.*
She returned to the bedroom with a black tuxedo, carefully hanging it on the bar in the closet.
“Now mister.” She turned to the helpless non-husband. “We dress you, cuz there isn’t any date I like better than have my men dressed in formal clothes. Tonight, you wear a stick-pin, cufflinks, and there are gloves, a hat and a cane at the door.”
“Silk shirt, hat, cane, gloves. Mister, then you’ll be one sharp dressed man.” She waved two brand-new mirror-shined black dress shoes for him to wear.
When they finished getting him dressed to the nines, they stood in front of the doors of the elevator.
She could not take her eyes from him and was humming a tune.
When the doors closed behind them, she whispered-sang in his ear while holding his hand and stepped off the elevator car to the stares of the staff women at the lobby desk.
“Every girl is crazy about a sharp dressed man.” And kissed him on the earlobe. “I love you in your tux and black tie.”
*I love you, too.* Floated through his mind.