Chapter 6: Who's Your Daddy

"I miss you sweetheart, when are you coming home?" he whined.

"Oh baby, my boss was so nice in sending me to this spa, I really should enjoy it!" replied Leslie. "I've told you how demanding he can be and what a jerk he is. He doesn't do nice things like this, not even for his own wife!"

"So, are you taking care of personal business for him as well that his wife is not? Is that why he sent you to this fancy spa?" he spouted off.

"Oh lord! Is that what you think? That I am some kind of tramp or floozy? I am not that kind of woman!" she shot back, rolling her eyes and stifling a giggle.

"I know, I'm sorry baby, but I miss you." he whimpered.

"I know, I miss you too," she stated as she sipped her glass of champagne. She then stretched out her leg, toes touching the tub wall and bubbles splashing over to the floor. "I truly love my bubble baths!" she thought to herself.

"So, what are you doing right now hon?" he asked.

"Soaking in this rather large bathtub, all alone," she said with a sultry voice.

"Hmm, really?" he smiled and rubbed his free hand over his well sculpted abs. "That's such a pity, cause I can think of several things I could be doing to you right about now."

As he spoke, Leslie couldn't help but to slowly run her hands over her slicked body and let out a slight moan as her nipples became erect as she caressed them. "Why don't you tell me about stud!" she stated, mocking Sandy from that Grease movie.

Both let out a low, guttural snicker and continued stroke themselves.

"Oh babe, I wish you were here with me. I want to be the one touching you right now. Caressing your beautiful body. Making love to you." he whispered into the phone as he started to reach down under the sheets.

Suddenly, there was a pounding on his door that startled him and deflated his arduous aspirations.

"Ah crap!" he sighed. "Not now!"

"What?" Leslie asked coolly, but did not yield her own ministrations.

"Somebody's banging on the door," he said as another knock came. He got up from the bed to answer it and as he walked to the door he said to his paramour, "You're going to finish without me aren't you? Well I hope you enjoy because it'll be the last time you enjoy that alone. Remember, who's your daddy?" He hung up the phone after hearing her titter.

"This better be important," he thought as he opened the door to his sister, Hannah.

"Poor guy, doesn't know what he missed," Leslie thought as she climbed out of the tub after satisfying that itch that needed scratching. She wrapped the white terry robe that hung near the tub around her and strolled into the bedroom of the suite her boss had reserved for her. As she sprawled across the king size bed, "Who's Your Daddy" by Daddy Yankee began to play on her phone, said bosses ringtone.

"Hello Mr. King, how is sunny California?" she asked.

"Not as sunny here without you," he replied slyly.

"Oh Ted, I bet you say that to all the girls," she said cunningly.

"That's quite possible, but there are only a few that I actually mean it." he chortled into the phone. "And darlin' you just may be one of a lucky few. Enjoying the spa?"

"More than you'll ever know. Thank you for this, it has been very liberating." she said as she thought about her prior conversation and activities, which got her excited all over again.

"Liberating? Just how liberated are you, Ms. Harris?" he asked rather curiously.

"What do you have in mind, Mr. King?" she asked as she slowly opened up her robe, lightly brushing her fingertips over her bosom and thought to herself that she would not be striking out a second time tonight.

James went to his kitchen, shaking his head all the way. "Hannah, I can't believe this," was all he could muster as he reached his refrigerator and pulled out a couple of beers for the two of them.

"I know Jay, but I had no one to turn to. Do you have any idea what can possibly happen? Shit, my career could possibly be over before it really even gets started!" she said as she reached for the beer that James was handing her.

"Have you told anyone?" he asked.

"No, only you."

"My god Hannah, you're the finance major! Didn't the name Bernie Madoff come out in any of your classes?" he asked as he paced around his kitchen.

"I know Jay," she said again. "I honestly had no idea what was going on until recently and now I'm in the midst of all of it! God, my career..." and she trailed off.

"Your career? Screw your career, Hannah! We're talking the rest of your life! Good lord if this gets to the feds, you're screwed!"

"What am I going to do? God, what will mom and dad say?" she then started to break down.

"Come on, Hannah. Don't do that. We gotta be strong right now." he said as he grabbed and held onto his distraught sister. "Shh...I don't know how, but we'll get through this."

"I'm so sorry Jay," she cried.

"It'll be okay. We'll think of something," he pulled back and looked at his younger sister and gave her a little smile to help calm her.

"I really fucked up didn't I?" she asked.

"Yeah, well," and he hugged her again. "Maybe we should call Nat and ask him what he thinks. You know another bra..."

"NO!" she immediately cut him off. "We can't tell Nat or mom or dad, Jay! Promise me you won't tell them?" she pleaded.

"Okay, alright." he calmly stated. "It'll be okay and I won't say anything, Hannah, but why?"

Pulling away from him, she then moved to sit on the couch. "I have lived in your shadow for so long Jay and Nat is the smart one. I have struggled to get where I am and have been overlooked by both mom and dad..."

"Oh come on Hannah, that's not true," James interrupted her.

"Really? Junior year, I had the lead in the school play, dad wasn't there because of some project he was working on and mom couldn't make it because of a client that needed her. Dad wasn't going to attend my high school graduation because of a chamber golf outing, but ended up attending because it got rained out. All four years of college, parents weekend, they weren't able to come because it conflicted with something Nat was in or because of work or whatever. Do you know how many times I came home during my senior year, Jay?"

"Uhm...a few times..." he guessed.

"None. I didn't come home, Jay."

"Oh come on, Hannah. You were there for holidays."

"No, I wasn't. Thanksgiving I said I went on a ski trip with Ashley, I lied. I was in my apartment working on a paper and watching the Cowboys. Christmas break, mom and dad decided on Christmas in Hawaii without us kids. New Years, I spent with some friends from school. Spring break, I saved and went to Florida for the week and Easter I spent finishing my senior thesis and I have no clue what the rest of you did, I never even got a call."

"I'm sorry Hannah," he apologized and actually felt terrible for his younger sister.

"I know they will find out, but I'd prefer it to be later. I just need some time before the shit really hits the fan, okay?"

"Alright sis."