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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

"Hi Marion," Jo said into the mouthpiece of her mobile phone.

"Jo, what's going on? When I helped you out a couple of days ago I did think that you would be phoning me and telling me what had happened on your date as soon as he dropped you home. But 'no'! And then I hear from umpteen other people that you're not good, you're unhappy and that Robert is being an absolute ..."

Jo cut her off, "I wasn't good but I am now, look it's a long story Marion but I really need some more help."

"Only if you promise to let me know what is going on later on, over a bottle of wine?" Marion knew exactly what to say to get what she wanted.

"Ok, but not red this time, eh?" Jo responded.

"What do you need?"

"I need some advice. Lunch date, casual and informal, small family Italian restaurant. Just a couple of hours of getting to know someone a little better."

"With a tall dark handsome stranger, by any chance?" Jo could hear the glee in her friend's voice.

"Yes." Jo smiled, unable to contain it any longer.

"Jeans, the dark blue slim ones, and those long black boots you've got. Then some nice floaty top, I know the one with the roses on and the deep V crossover neckline, that little white knitted bolero too. Natural make-up the only way you know how to do best and some of that jewellery I helped you shop for."

"Thanks."

"My pleasure, we'll work on a few more outfits when I pop round later. 7.30 do you?"

"Yes, Marion, that will do fine. See you then."

"Good luck. Not that I think you'll need it."

"Thanks, we'll see! See you soon."

"Bye." The line was soon dead and Jo was in her bedroom changing, applying make-up, spritzing and spraying her hair. She stood in front of her full length mirror and looked herself up and down. Marion certainly knew the best way for Jo to dress up her shapely body and for that she was glad. She'd certainly have to pay Marion well if this afternoon turned out alright. 'Or better than just alright,' she thought to herself.

She decided to catch the bus to the club, hoping that she might manage getting a lift home from Guy, if she were very lucky. After all, he seemed like a gentleman, not the kind to leave her to find her own way anyway. Getting off the bus she adjusted her internal compass and headed off in the direction of the church and the restaurant that occupied its cloisters.

As she rounded the corner her breath caught in her mouth as she saw him stood outside the restaurant waiting for her. "I wish I could stop doing that," she scolded herself, a passerby giving her a funny look for her trouble.

She smiled to herself and giggled. "Something funny?" The cool velvety tones of Guy's voice ran over her from head to toe as she reached him. He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles.

She chuckled, heat rising in her cheeks as his kiss sizzled over her fingers. "I just keep getting these odd looks off people when I tell myself off." She began to explain.

"And why are you telling yourself off?" Guy asked her.

'Might as well be honest,' she thought. "Because every time I see you, my body goes into overdrive and I think I'm going to have a seizure."

"I never realised I had such an effect on the opposite sex." He mocked.

"Not half, you don't." Jo responded. "You know exactly the effect you have on women. Can I just ask; have you actually managed to kill anyone with your steamy good looks and incredibly sexy smile?"

"Not intentionally. Now, do you need a moment to recover your ordeal or do you think we can take our table and enjoy lunch."

"I think I can manage to walk inside, however I may need a steady arm."

"If that is what you need, then I should be happy to oblige." He held out his arm to her, "signorina?"

"Thank you, kind sir." She smiled up to him, he responded in kind before walking them into the building and down the short flight of stairs into the restaurant. They were met by the owner as soon as they stepped over the threshold.

"Mr Matthews, how good to see you again. And this lovely looking lady is?"

"Nico, this is Jo Harper."

"Buon giorno, Jo. I am Nico. You are most welcome into my restaurant, although why you would wish to come on your first visit with this young man, I am not sure?" He asked, his eyes twinkling with an underlying suggestion that needed to be answered.

"Quite simply, he asked and I said yes!" Jo answered.

"An honest woman, I like that. Don't you Guy?"

"Yes, it's one of the things that drew me closer to her." Guy's words hit home as he said them, Jo had to suppress her guilt, her smile never fading.

Nico nodded. "Your table awaits, follow me." He led the couple over to a cosy yet out of the way booth, allowing them to get comfortable. "I hope it suits you both," he winked causing both Guy and Jo to catch each other's eye. "Menu's are there for you," he continued, "can I get you both a drink?"

"Jo? What would you like?" Guy asked.

"I'd like a coffee, please."

"Which would madam like? Cappuccino, latte, espresso, americano?"

"Um, I don't really know?"

"Don't know your Italian coffees, Jo?" Nico smiled reassuringly, "never been to Italy?"

"No, never."

"That is a pity. I hope you will go one day. Now cappuccino is coffee with hot milk, latte is hot milk with coffee," he stopped, watching as Jo's face became pasted in confusion. "Latte is milkier than cappuccino and cappuccino is dusted with cocoa." Jo realised the difference before Nico carried on. "Espresso is very strong black coffee and Americano is weaker black coffee."

"A cappuccino please."

"Good choice, although don't ask for that after lunch when you do finally go to Italy, eh? And you, Guy?"

"I'll have an espresso, please."

"Very good, I'll be back with them shortly." Nico bowed before wandering back into the restaurant leaving the couple to the company of each other.

"He's a likeable bloke." Jo said, catching Guy looking at her as she turned her attention back to the two of them.

"Yes, he's great. But enough about Nico. I'm glad you called."

Jo blushed, unable to help herself, "really?"

Guy smiled, "Really! And what you said before, don't you think that I ever feel the same?"

"Guy, I don't know what you mean." She said candidly.

"Jo, the sight of you. Whenever I see you I break out in a sweat, I get goose pimples and it's as if my heart is in my mouth. And that has happened to me on every occasion including that first night in the pub." Jo was speechless; she couldn't even form two words together in her head that made any sense. "Have you nothing to say?" He reached across the table, hoping that she would take his proffered hands. She did.

"Forgive me; I don't know what to say. Guy you have this knack of being able to reduce my coherent thoughts into something that just don't make sense."

"You do that to me too."

"How, I don't understand how I can?"

"Why?" He asked.

"I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world; I know that, so how on earth have I the ability to reduce you to a puddle of mush whenever you look at me."

Guy let go of Jo's left hand and proceeded to touch her cheek, her eyes closed briefly to the wonderful sensations. The tingle that existed between them ignited as the air around them sizzled. "You really think that you have no effect on anyone, especially me?" His voice a whisper, he wetted his now dry lips. "I told you yesterday that I wasn't interested in the Barbie doll, highly made-up, waspish girls with their long highly glossed poker straight hair. I'm not going to deny I haven't slept with a few, because I have, but these girls have nothing in their heads except sawdust and think they can secure your interest with the way they look, what they do in bed and nothing else.

"I want someone who is going to keep me interested with their intellect, someone I can hold a conversation with and someone that challenges me, everyday. Someone that is my equal. And don't for one minute think you're not beautiful, Jo." He looked her in the eye. "Your eyes are an incredible chocolate brown that I just want to dive into and drown in." His gaze shifted to her mouth, "your lips are lusciously rounded, I just want to cover them with my own and experience their silky touch on my skin." She shuddered involuntarily as his eyes met hers once more, "and the sight of you in those jeans as you walked toward me earlier on, sent shockwaves coursing through my body. All I want to do is strip them from you and ..."

Jo reached over with her free hand. She touched his lips with her finger. "That's the reason I walked off yesterday. Can we take our time where that level of intimacy is concerned, please?"

"Walked off? I think, young lady, that you could possibly be entered for the Guinness Book of Records fastest power walker. You must have damn near sprinted."

Nico cleared his throat. "Sorry to interrupt, here are your coffees. I see that you haven't yet looked at the menus so I will come back in 5 minutes."

They smiled at the retreating figure before Jo continued. "You surprised me, well frightened me to be honest. So forthright. I've never had anyone tell me that that is what they want from me."

"I was hoping that you would want that too."

"I hardly know you, Guy."

"And that is one of the reasons we're here. Surely my intentions are not that surprising and frightening to you now that you have had time to think about them."

"No, they're not. But how quickly I act upon them I can't tell you. Guy, I need to be completely honest with you. I've had some really shitty experiences and other relationships have been worse. I've come out of every one with some pretty serious battle scars and before I can even contemplate a physical side to any relationship that you and I may have I am going to have to learn how to love and trust you. I'm not sure if I can do that yet, and not just with you, with anyone."

"Jo, what do you want me to do?"

"Slow down, that's all I ask, I just need to take this in my own time without any pressure to sleep with you because we've kissed a few times and I feel like I have to."

"I would never ..."

She quietened him once more with her finger. "I know you wouldn't pressure me into doing something I didn't want to do, however that doesn't necessarily suggest I won't feel obligated in some way."

"Jo, you have my assurance that I will only take you to my bed when you ask me to, not before. Ok?"

She nodded, her smile reaching across her face. "Thank you, Guy, that means a lot to me to hear you say that, and I promise you that as soon as I want you to, I'll tell you. Now don't you think we best look at this menu?" She opened hers up. "Oh God, here we go again."

"Well there's one thing that has to stop, don't feel defeated just because you don't understand something. Ask me."

"Yes sir," she saluted to him and stuck out her tongue.

"What don't you understand?" He asked patiently.

Jo put the menu down on the table and scoured the dishes. Pointing to some items, she said, "these dishes here, they say linguine, fusilli, penne. What are they?"

"They're types of pasta."

"Types?" She questioned, "isn't pasta, pasta?"

"Yes, pasta is made from flour, eggs and water generally, although some use olive oil, but it is then rolled or pressed through a pasta maker, it's a bit like a mangle. Then the pasta is turned into the different types. So for long thin strands similar to noodles, that's spaghetti. Wider strands are tagliatelli, small thin tubes are penne whereas large wider tubes are cannelloni, linguine is similar to spaghetti and fusilli is like a twisted spiral type shape."

"Why so many?"

"Perhaps I should answer this one?" Nico asked Guy, Guy nodded. "There are different types to accompany different types of meals. Lasagne and Bolognaise use the same sauce but the Lasagne is then baked in an oven with a cheese sauce where as the bolognaise sauce accompanies spaghetti rather well. We have some pasta that is very tiny that goes into soups, like in minestrone soup where we use little rings of pasta. Or ravioli which is a smaller rectangle of pasta that is folded over and stuffed with various fillings. Do you see?"

"Yes I think so. I suppose I should try something and see if I like it."

Nico smiled, "I suggest the carbonara, very popular with the ladies and maybe a bruschetta to accompany it."

"Ok, but what is it?"

"Why not trust, Nico? He'll make sure you enjoy Italian food." Jo nodded, she'd trust him. "And for Mr Matthews?"

"I think I'll have le Penne alla Arrabiata and I'll have a bruschetta too."

"Very good. Thank you." Nico disappeared leaving them alone once more.

"Smart arse," Jo said.

"What? Why?"

"What was all that Penne alla ..., oh I don't know. That foreign language. Trying to impress me?"

"No, not at all. I should explain, when I was training I spent some time in Italy wandering the old cities and discovering the architecture. It helped, living there, if I knew the language and so over time I became fluent. I love Italian food and I love Nico, I've been coming here for years because I'm able to immerse myself into a culture I found I grew to love. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm trying to put you down Jo, in any way but that simply isn't the case."

"I suppose then you'd like to take me to Italy one of these days?"

"Let's see shall we, I wouldn't want to feel like I was pressuring you." He smirked.

"The closest I've ever got to anything abroad was looking through some holiday brochures once, but you seem to have travelled the world."

"Hardly, I've been to New York and Italy, oh and Spain, parts of Portugal and the South of France."

"That's still more than me. The most exotic place I've been to is Torquay and that's because my elderly grandmother lived there. That was the last holiday I had actually. Never went anywhere else again after that and since then I've never ..." She stopped suddenly, hesitating about what she was going to say.

"You've never ..." he asked encouragingly.

"I've never been able to afford it." She finished, at least that was better than 'never had the time because I threw myself into my work'. She hated lying and hoped that once everything had come to its eventual climax that Guy would forgive her for these necessary lies.

"Well, you don't need to worry about that anymore. When you are ready to take our relationship to the next level, I'll book us a holiday. You tell me where you would like to go and I will take you."

"Ok, that's a deal. When we've moved up a step then I'd like you to take me to Italy and show me why you love it so much."

"Great. At least you said 'when' not 'if'."

Jo smiled, "I did, didn't I? That's a good start."

"Yes, it is."

Conversation was kept light during dinner, generally discussing Italy and the food they were eating. Guy had shared more of his food but Jo decided that she did indeed prefer her carbonara. They decided to share a sweet and Guy chose tiramisu, hoping that Jo would relish the sweet tasting custard layers with the coffee infused sponge and mascarpone. Scooping up a spoonful he reached across the table allowing Jo to take the spoon and put the cake into her mouth. "Is it good?" He asked.

"Should you be asking that?" She teased, "can't you tell from the expression of sheer pleasure upon my face?"

"Should you be asking me that?" He countered, "Because from where I'm sitting ..." He laughed. "Seriously though, I hoped you would enjoy it."

"I do, but I think I would enjoy it more eating it at a restaurant that overlooks part of the Tuscan coast, our table outside, watching the sun set and hearing the waves crash against the cliffs and beaches below us. That would be absolutely heavenly."

"Hold that thought, Jo. We will do that together, one day. I promise you." They thanked Nico for his hospitality before stepping back out onto the bleak London streets. "How did you get here?" Guy enquired.

"Bus, you?"

"Car, as ever. Would you like me to take you home?"

Jo hesitated, she knew she wanted him to but what would happen when they got there. If she asked him in for coffee was their anything on show that could possibly incriminate her? She couldn't think of anything outside the bedroom so she answered, "I was actually banking on it, not to seem too pushy or anything."

"Not pushy at all, I'm hardly likely to just leave you to get yourself home, besides I want to get to know you more I'll take any opportunity I can to spend more time with you."

By the time they had got back to Jo's flat he had managed to find out what her favourite film was, her favourite book, the bands she loved and what flowers she would prefer. Jo found conversation easy with Guy; there were no pretences and both where totally honest, well as honest as Jo could be without letting the cat out of the bag anyway.

As she opened the door to her flat and let him inside her world she felt at ease. He followed her in, picking up her mail and handing it to her before closing the door behind him. He followed her through to the lounge and as she made coffee she asked him to make himself comfortable.

Guy wandered around the sitting room gleaning as much information as he could. He smiled at the few photographs that adorned the mantel piece and some areas of the otherwise print covered walls. He noticed that most of the framed pictures were of far off lands that Jo had never been to, she was definitely a dreamer hoping that one day she could afford such luxuries. And she would, he would see to it.

He wandered over to the shelves filled with CD's and DVD's, he could tell that she loved her music and movies but there were no books here, perhaps they were in her bedroom. He took a seat on the long sofa and sank into its depths. It was comfortable, he leant his head back and closed his eyes, his mind beginning to wander, wondering if a time in the future would exist when he would be lounging on this sofa again.

His long legs and torso stretched along the sofa's length as he relaxed into the back of the seat. Jo joined him, lying in front of him, his arm soon snaked over her hips and belly as she turned to face him and covered his mouth with her own. Her arms reached around his neck as he began to cover her length with his own body, gently kissing the exposed skin of her neck and face before talking her mouth and plummeting for all it was worth. They were both laughing and enjoying the moment as he began to pull down the zip of her jogging top, she blushed at the prospect of being taken there in the living room even though she knew they were masked from the outside world; but she still felt exposed. Guy reassured her that what they were doing wasn't wrong. What did it matter where they were as long as they were having fun and were comfortable? She nodded, she loved and trusted him.

She pulled herself up from the sofa. Guy moaned at the loss of her until he realised what she was about. She turned down the lights, switched off the TV and put on some music that Guy had never heard before, but found to be perfect as the singer gently trilled through her songs. Jo beckoned him to go to her as she stood on the rug in front of the blazing fire, slowly unzipping the top she was wearing and throwing it in his direction when he still hadn't moved. It gave him the only encouragement he needed and soon he joined her, taking her into his arms and kissing her to within an inch of her life. His hands were soon on her waist, gathering Jo's t-shirt in his hands and pulling it from within the waistband of her bottoms. By all accounts Jo had lost a little weight but Guy felt that was probably from the extra exercise that both of them were getting, he even felt fitter himself. His hands found what he had been seeking as he gradually pulled the t-shirt up Jo's body ...

"Guy? Guy?" A swift prod from Jo caused Guy to pull out of his reverie. Jo's close proximity meant that she had been attempting to wake him and he soon realised this when he took in the room around him, he'd obviously dreamt of a time when they would be together in their own place. He sat up, his arm found its way to her cheek, cradling it and brushing his thumb over her mouth. She parted her lips, a held breath escaped as she anticipated what was to come. Guy leant in and claimed her mouth for only the second time since they had met, gently caressing her lips at first. The intensity between them grew, she allowed him to plunge his tongue into the depths of her mouth, wanting to taste her and find his tongues partner.

They broke apart, both panting as a result, trying to seek the gaze of the other as they searched the area before them with glazed eyes. "Jo? I want you. I can't deny how I feel about you."

"I know, it's as if ..." She managed, the tender butterfly kisses he was now applying to her neck and shoulder making her unable to say anything else as her brain became scrambled.

"... If we're meant to be together?" He finished, hoping that it was what she meant. She nodded. "Oh, Jo, please don't deny me. Please don't stop me from showing you how I feel." She got up from the sofa. Turning back to Guy, she held out her hand for him to take, before leading him toward her bedroom. His arms found their way around her waist as they continued in tandem across the floorboards to the doorway finally coming face to face with the closed bedroom door.

Suddenly reality hit home hard. Guy straightened and took a step back from Jo. She turned to him, her face a question. He shook his head, "we shouldn't be doing this."

She closed the gap, her arms found their way about his neck as she stood on tiptoe in order to reach and capture his mouth with her own. "Please?" She protested; her body ached from wanting his touch.

Again, his head shook. "No, my love. We have plenty of time. I shouldn't have rushed you. He looked back to the sofa, "I thought we were at another place and time. I'm sorry."

She sank down, away from him. "Another time and place?" She asked.

"Yes," he smiled, "sometime in the future, somewhere other than here, but the two of us together. When I awoke I'd mix up reality and fantasy for a while."

Suddenly downcast, Jo broke away, freeing herself from Guy. She held herself with her arms as tears began to form in her eyes. "You don't want me?" She said, her voice broken with her emotion.

Guy grabbed her, pulling her into his embrace. His chin rested on the top of her head as he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. "I want you, Jo. So much, it hurts but not like this, not yet. I said over dinner that you were to come to me when you were emotionally ready for me and I meant that. We don't need to rush into something that we both might regret." He felt her nod. "I'd best go, we need to see each other in places that don't give us opportunity to break that vow we've made to each other yet and I need to cool off before work. Will you be ok?"

She nodded, "I'll be fine. I have a friend coming over later anyway."

He smiled, "good, that'll take your mind off this for a while." She doubted it. "Will you ring me later?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'll ring you later, after she's gone home. I'll know you'll still be up." She lead the way back through the living room to her front door, her hand resting on the latch as she thought about what had transpired.

"Are you thinking about keeping me prisoner?" He joked.

"No," she faced him, "I was thinking about a toll though. One kiss should do it."

Hungrily they found one another again, only breaking apart as Guy pulled the latch and opened the door. "I don't quite know why I am doing this but it's best Jo, for both our sanity's sake." She nodded, her fingers covering those parts where his touch still lingered. He smiled. "Ring me." He ordered.

She smiled, watching him make his way down the front steps and to his waiting car. It wasn't long before he was out of sight and she was closing the door to the outside world. Walking back into her living room she looked around contenting herself with the knowledge that he had indeed been here, kissing her and wanting her. She couldn't wait to phone him, to hear his voice once again and imagine him caressing and worshipping her whole body.

She sat in the sofa, taking the place that he had vacated. She leant back, much as he had before, and closed her eyes. It didn't take long before she too was imagining them together in an unfamiliar setting, his lips pressed against hers as his hands moved over her body, pulling at her clothes and exposing her skin. A loud knocking and the ringing of the telephone brought her out of her reverie. She eyed the clock, 7.44. It could only be one person.

Quickly making her way to the front door she opened it and apologised. They were soon inside, Marion's coat draped over a dining table chair, the first bottle of wine opened and the glasses brought out from the kitchen. "So what happened?" Marion finally asked.

"Sorry, I must have fallen asleep; I was day dreaming about Guy and me and must have drifted off."

Marion shook her head, "I didn't mean the reason I had for banging on your door and constantly calling you on your phone for a good 10 minutes. I meant the dates, today and yesterday?"

"It's a long story."

"We've got at least 4 bottles of wine to consume so spill, Miss Congeniality."

.oOo.

It was very late by the time Marion had left and Jo was able to phone him. In fact, Marion had joked on her way out, that she was leaving so that she could leave Jo to get her phone sex in peace and quiet.

Jo got ready for bed finishing by picking up her phone handset and pulling the covers around her to keep herself warm now that the heating had gone off. She hesitated, what if it was too late? She looked at the clock, 1.13. No, not too late. Perhaps she'd disturb him on an errand that Vasey had sent him on? "Are you going to phone him or not?" She said into the dark void of her room.

She picked up her phone, found his number and pressed 'ring'. "Hello, cherub," came the response from the man on the end of the line.

"Hi. I haven't caught you at a bad time have I?"

"You could never do that." Her heart was in her mouth again, as the velvety overtones in his voice took their hold on her. "Jo, are you still there?"

"Yes, yes. I'm still here, just, well ..." She bit her lip, "just your voice is doing strange things to me."

"Hmm. What are you wearing?" He asked.

She certainly wasn't going to tell him what she was wearing for fear of him bolting to her place and knocking down her door in order to get to her. "Flannel pyjamas in a very fetching puce."

"Lovely."

"You're insane."

"No, just a man in love. I miss you. I can't wait to see you again."

"It won't be long, and you'll be asleep half of it."

"I suppose so. Thank you for phoning, I can sleep easy now, knowing you're alright."

"Was there any doubt?"

"Not much. But what kind of man would I be if I didn't at least show I cared about your well being?"

"Yes. I could spend hours on the phone talking to you but it wouldn't do either of us any good."

"No. Goodnight Jo, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, my angel."

"Yes, tomorrow. Goodnight, sleep tight."

"And don't let the bed bugs bite," he teased. "Night Jo, love."

"Night." Putting down the phone on her bedside cabinet she started dreaming again of a time when they would eventually be together, safe in each other's arms, away from the troubles that faced them. She only hoped that it would turn out a little easier for them than she anticipated. But she knew it wasn't going to be easy. It never was.
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