Chapter 14

            Julian watched Chastity go to her room door and close it. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He slowly strolled to the wet bar as he wondered what her hand full breasts looked like. He never thought he would be fantasizing about what Chastity Van Dyke’s breasts look in a million years. She wasn’t his type. She was rigid, uppity, and self-righteous. Julian liked women who were friendly, genuinely nice, and liked having fun. Chastity Van Dyke was not one of the three qualities that he liked in a woman.

            Then again, he was a man. Of course, he would wonder about her body as he zipped and unzipped her dress. Julian picked up a bottle of brown liquor. The scribbling on the bottle was written in Italian. He assumed it was some sort of brandy or bourbon. He took the cap off and smelled it.

            Hmm. I think this is bourbon. It’ll do.

            He poured himself a thumb’s worth into a rounded short glass. He walked to his room as he thought about Chastity’s smooth looking skin. He had the urge to graze it with the back of his hand, but he had been able to stop himself. The last thing he wanted or needed was to offend her. An innocent touch like that would have offended her. She was so uptight.

            Julian took a sip of his drink and sat it on the dresser. He dispensed of his formal attire and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. He finished his drink and hopped into bed. He lay on his back and closed his eyes. The image of Chastity popped in his mind. She was slowly taking off her green, silk gown. It dropped to the floor exposing lacey white panties. She slowly started to turn around to face him.

            “Shit,” he hissed as he opened his eyes. “No, damn it. I am not attracted to her so why –” His cocked shifted.

            “No. You need to calm the hell down,” he told his dick.

            It was too late. It ignored him and continued to grow as his mind forced the memory of Chastity walking down the stairs at Hilltop House in the sexy, burgundy gown she had worn to the Broadway play they had attending with the Italians while they were in New York. Whether he liked it or not, he had loved how she looked that night. Her silky, blonde hair down past her shoulders. Her bangs hung next to the side of her face in an alluring wave.

            Damn!

            Julian hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep with a hard-on. He never could. He turned on the shower and pushed his bottoms down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and into the shower. Julian grabbed the soap and started lubing up his hands. He took his cock in hand and started stroking. After failing to think about any other woman he had been with in the past, he finally gave up and let his mind fantasize about Chastity. What would it be like to tame her in his bed? Would she keep from crying out in ecstasy or would Julian be able to get her to give it up because it was futile?

            Julian came so hard thinking about her and what he would do to her that his cum shot out, splattering on the shower wall.

            “Whew. Damn,” he hissed as he breathed the steam from the water.

            He hadn’t come that hard from jerking off since he was a teenager.

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            The next day, Julian wanted to go to the colosseum. He invited Chastity along. She graciously accepted the invitation.

Afterwards, he suggested they go for a boat ride. They were silent most of the time, enjoying the sites. They sat very close in the boat. On the way back to the hotel, Chastity mentioned she was going to go to The Vatican day after tomorrow before they returned to New York. She invited him along. He accepted.

            The next day, they toured the Benettis’ factory. Chastity was there but the wives were at home. The brothers handled and made high quality, carpets, leather, and textiles. Julian was impressed and wanted the factory more than ever.

            Later, Julian had asked Chastity to join him for dinner in the hotel restaurant. He was actually being a good host, so she had agreed. She was freshening up when her cell rang.

            “Hello.”

            “Hey, you. How’s it going?” Chelsea asked.

            “Surprisingly well,” Chastity answered as she sat on the edge of the bed.

            “Really? We started to worry. No one has heard from you since your first day there. Catherine, Caitlin, and I thought you two had killed each other and we didn’t know it.”

            “Not at all. I did think this trip would be like pulling teeth, but it has been amazingly pleasant. After our first dinner with the Benettis, Julian and I worked past our . . . episodes at the fourth of July party.”

            “Oh, good,” Chelsea said with relief. “She said –”

            “We heard her,” Constance said.

            “Who else is there with you?”

            “Just Constance and Catherine. Caitlin, Alexander, and the baby are still in Los Angelos. They should be back in a day or two.”

            “I see,” Chelsea said.

            “So, tell us what you’ve been doing,” Chelsea sang like a mother hen.

            Chastity gave them the highlights of her trip and said she would be home the day after tomorrow.

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            Julian was in his room enjoying a quiet drink and the view out the window when his cell rang.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey, son,” his father greeted. “How is everything going over there?”

            “Good, I think. Did you see the email I sent you about the factory?”

            “I did, but I wanted to talk to you. You didn’t mention that much about Chastity in the email so I thought you might have . . . stuffed her somewhere.”

            “What?”

            “I guess I was afraid you did away with her and stuffed her body under the bed in your hotel room.”

            Julian chuckled. “Nooo. I haven’t placed a hand on her blonde head.” Even though he wanted to place a hand on her hair and everywhere else. He knew it would be unwelcomed by her, despite the growing electricity between them.

            “Oh. good. Me and Agatha were actually starting to worry. Agatha sends her love by the way.”

            “Tell her, hello, for me and tell her to stop worrying. Chastity and I buried the hatchet concerning fourth of July.”

            “Really? How the hell did you two work through that?”

            He gave his father the highlights. “After we cleared the air – in our own way, we really started to enjoy each other’s company.”

            “Christ! Now I know I’m hearing things.”

            Julian laughed. “I know it’s hard to believe. If I wasn’t living it, I wouldn’t believe it myself.” He started giving his father highlights of the things he and Chasitty had done together in Rome.