Fantasy Honeymoon

Chapter One

London, England
June 2005

Elizabeth McGill climbed the remaining steps of the landing outside the Tower Hill Tube Station and stared at the Tower of London. It was a magnificent fortress, ringed in stone with the majestic Thames River as its backdrop.

Lizzy chuckled to herself. This was the one place in London Scott had wanted to visit. While he and Lizzy had been planning their honeymoon, he had called most of the places she wanted to see, such as the British Museum and the Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace, “dull and too touristy.”

“But that Tower place, now that sounds cool,” he had said one cold February night as they were going over the travel books provided by his mother. “They cut people’s heads off there. Pretty creepy.”

Lizzy stared at the fortress. “It’s too bad the practice went out of date hundreds of years ago,” she thought. “If it was still taking place, I would love to somehow get Scott’s neck under the headsman’s ax.”

Of course that was providing Scott was in London with Lizzy, which he was not. Scott was in Texas, spending a little bit more of his inheritance, after dumping Lizzy two days before their wedding. The coward had finally succumbed to his father’s wishes and broken off their engagement, in exchange for a new Porsche and a house at Lake Tanglewood.

Scott’s father, Roger Newman, was one of the richest cattlemen in the Texas Panhandle. He had objected to Scott’s marrying a “mere secretary,” before he had even met Lizzy. Things hadn’t improved when the two met and clashed like two Titans in a Greek tragedy. Scott used to laughingly tell Lizzy about his father’s attempts to break up the relationship.

The promise of a car had grown from a Mercedes, to a BMW to the Porsche. The house on the lake, which Roger Newman had owned for years, would be deeded over to Scott by now, Lizzy thought with a sigh.

It was a beautiful building, with hardwood floors and French doors opening out onto the deck which hung over the lake. Scott had always coveted that house, and his father knew it. It was his ace in the hole, and it had worked.

Lizzy shook her head and started back down the steps, joining the crowd that was milling under the “subway,” the walkway that connected the Underground Station with the Tower of London.

No more reminiscing, she told herself. Scott was not here and she was. She was going to enjoy her “honeymoon,” even if it was by herself. She had allotted three hours for her visit to the Tower. After which, she planned lunch and an afternoon visit to the British Museum. She was especially looking forward to the Egyptian rooms and seeing the Rosetta Stone. Tomorrow was Buckingham Palace, the Changing of the Guard, Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament.

Winding her way along the tree-lined walk Lizzy joined the line at the ticket booth. She dug in her pocket for a 10-pound note to pay the entrance fee. Taking her change and proffered guide, she headed toward the bricked fortress. Once past the Middle Tower she stopped to look at the leaflet provided at the main gate.

“I wish I’d paid more attention to Scott’s ramblings about this place,” she thought. She knew she wanted to see the Crown Jewels, and the Bloody Tower. Working to locate these places on the map she was startled to hear a deep voice whisper in her ear.

“The Beefeaters give a fascinating tour. It starts right over there,” she looked up to see a blond-haired man with dreamy blue eyes pointing toward the information booth to the right. “You looked a little confused and I hate to see a beautiful woman like yourself looking confused.”

The blue eyes flashed and Lizzy smiled up into them.

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he ran his fingers lightly down her arm and headed toward the middle part of the tower. She stared after him. Who ever said that English men were cold hadn’t looked into those eyes. She wondered how those eyes would look if he were undressing her. She shook her head to clear it. It was supposed to be her honeymoon after all, but she couldn’t be thinking about sex with every handsome English man she saw. Last night it was the waiter at the restaurant. Today the handsome man who offered her directions at the Tower. Who would it be next? One of the Beefeaters?

She headed toward the tour and enjoyed hearing the guard’s tales of the two Princes, Anne Boleyn’s beheading and the Tower ghosts. From time to time she looked around but didn’t see her blond-headed direction giver.

She was trying to decide whether to visit one of the gift shops or join the line to see the Crown Jewels when she saw him again. He was talking to a tall dark-headed man. Although arguing was more the word. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but the discussion was definitely heated.

It seemed a strange place to hold an argument. The Tower was crowded and people were milling about, although most of them were giving the two men a wide berth. Lizzy watched for a few moments more and then turned her head. The Crown Jewels were calling her name.

She went and joined the line. Voices spouting different languages reached her ears. German, French and Japanese conversations were mixing together. She opened her guidebook and started to read about the jewels, jerking her head about when she felt a hand press against the small of her back.

“Mind if I join you?” The blond was standing at her shoulder, his blue eyes burning a hole into her own green ones. “I wanted to accompany you earlier but I had something I needed to take care of.”

Lizzy nodded. “Yes, I saw.”

Her new friend laughed. “Yes, I think that many people did see that. We got a little loud, I’m afraid. My brother.”

“I’m sorry, you are?”

The man pushed her forward as the line moved. “Fairfax. Cole Fairfax. My brother and I had a disagreement. I’m sorry that it attracted so much attention. And you are?”

“Elizabeth McGill. Lizzy. I’m here on my honeymoon.” Cole moved his hand from her back, and then turned his head about looking for a second party. Not finding one he raised his eyebrows, and pressed his hand against her back again. Lizzy shivered at the touch.

“Honeymoon? And you husband has gone where? I’ve seen you three times today and each time you’ve been alone.”

“Three? I can only count two. At the gate and here.”

Cole looked at her again, his eyes smoldering. “Three. I saw you while I was arguing with my brother. Who could miss your beautiful auburn hair and rather wonderful attributes?” He dropped his eyes to her breasts and Lizzy felt herself blush.

Her breasts were rather well pronounced. And just to spite Scott, who hated when other men stared at her double D’s she had worn a tight, low-cut shirt every day since he’d dumped her.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes in her best flirtatious manner. “He’s at home. With his father.”

Cole laughed. “Sort of hard to consummate a marriage long distance, isn’t it? And where is home?”

The line moved forward and Lizzy laughed. “Home is a small town in the Texas Panhandle. And we’re not married. The coward backed out two days before the wedding, at the urging of his father who didn’t think I had enough of a pedigree to join their family.”

Cole urged her forward, moving his hand down from the small of her back to gently cup her rear. “Seems to me like your pedigree is right where it needs to be. Do you need help with the consummation then? Seems a shame to have a honeymoon and not have any sex.”

His eyes took hold of hers and Lizzy felt puddles of water pooling at her feet. She wondered if that was rainwater or the juices from her pussy flowing down her legs.

“Ma’am? Ma’am?”

Lizzy jerked her head toward the voice. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps. My God this man was hot. Maybe they could find a nice quiet place in the Tower to get to know each other.

The voice interrupted again. “I’m sorry, you can’t take your bag inside the Jewel House. Or your camera.”

The man talking to her was a Beefeater. Cole was standing beside her, a knowing grin on his face. He gently lifted the strap from her shoulder. “I’ll take it over there.” He pointed to a stand where other people were dropping off their items. “We can pick it up when we come back out.”

Cole moved away and Lizzy felt her blush deepen. She couldn’t, could she? She’d only known the man for 10 minutes. And yet in her mind she could see herself flat on her back, Cole above her with his hard cock in his hands, ready to fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.

She moved up at the guard’s urging and Cole came to stand next to her again, handing her a claim ticket for her belongings. He stood close, much too close for Lizzy’s comfort. She felt her nipples harden in response.

They moved inside the building and Cole leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you need help with your consummation, or do you have that handled? Would it have been a white wedding?”

He was grinning and despite her annoyance that he was asking such personal questions Lizzy smiled. “Well, the dress was cream colored, if that answers your question. And no, I don’t need help. I barely know you.”

Cole’s smile deepened. “Then let me buy you lunch. By dinnertime we’ll be feasting on things you won’t be able to find on any menu in town.”

They were winding their way through the Jewel House, roped off so that they were snaking through the building on their way to the main event.

“Do you talk this way with all the women you meet?”

“Only the buxom ones who have beautiful green eyes and long auburn hair.”

“And lots of extra pounds.” Lizzy’s voice was light but she had to add that. It was obvious to him, of course, that she was less than perfect. He on the other hand was perfect. Over 6 foot tall, muscular and tanned. His blond hair hung around his shoulders and his blue eyes looked as if they could see into the depths of your soul. Beautiful men like him usually didn’t look at a size 16 woman like herself.

The exhibit was flying by but Lizzy didn’t care. She waited for him to comment.

“You know my grandfather was Italian.” Cole’s hand was on her elbow, pushing her through the line. “He told me when I was younger that most men didn’t know what made a good woman. He said, ‘if you have to be on top to keep her from blowing away then you’re missing something.’ He was right, you know. Nothing like curves in all the right places to remind a man that he’s inside a real woman and not a stick figure. Nothing like seeing beautiful breasts bouncing up and down while a woman’s pretty pussy is sliding up and down on your hard cock. I imagined that the minute I laid eyes on you. I admit it, I’m shallow. It wasn’t love at first site. It was lust at first sight.”

Lizzy looked up at him in astonishment. He was telling the truth. She knew that somehow. It wasn’t just a pickup line. Scott had always been on her back to drop some weight. “But not in the tits,” he’d say. “Leave those beauties alone.”

She shook her head. Was this man always so blunt? Was she really bantering about sex with a man she’d just met? Not met, really. A man that was trying to pick her up. She felt wetness forming in her pussy. She wanted this man. Wanted him right now. She wondered what the crowd would think if they started tearing each other’s clothes off right here. She shook her head to clear that thought. She’d just met this man. She shouldn’t be thinking about fucking him. Should she?

They stepped into the actual jewel room and Lizzy took her place on the moving sidewalk. All talk stopped as the antique crowns came into view. She oohed and awed along with everyone else in line. Trying to read plaques and enjoy the site of the incredible jewels.

When they reached the end she tried to go back for a second view but was stopped by a Beefeater who told her that she’d had to go through the whole line again.

Once they were outside the building Cole collected her belongings and asked if she was ready for lunch.

“I don’t want to intrude but I have the whole day and I am rather hoping that the afternoon will end in bed.” He smiled at her and she grinned back.

“Well at least you’re blunt. No beating around the bush for you.”

He shook his head. “When I see something I want I go after it. I couldn’t the first time since I was meeting my, um, brother.” He coughed to clear his throat. “But I was hoping I would catch you later in the morning and I did. I know a great place for fish and chips just outside the gates. Then we can explore the rest of the Tower and go home to play. Are you game?”

She glanced at her watch. It was almost 1. She had long passed the three hours she’d planned for the Tower visit. Her stomach grumbled. “I only allotted three hours for the Tower,” she confessed. “I was planning on the British Museum this afternoon. And you’re taking an awful big leap thinking I’m just going to jump into bed with you.”

Cole didn’t answer. Instead he reached over and pulled her close to him, lightly kissing her forehead before tipping up her face to kiss her lips.

“Why fight the inevitable? Besides think of the wonderful way you’ll feel when your creepy ex finds out you had your brains fucked out while on his honeymoon without him.”

They ate lunch quickly and Lizzy told him about Scott and his father. “Scott’s parents are very rich. They paid for a three-week honeymoon, with stops here, in Paris and in Rome. When Scott backed out I turned in the first-class plane tickets and cancelled the reservations at the five-star hotels. Everything had been pre-paid by Scott’s parents so I took the money and rented a townhouse in Notting Hill for a month. I’ve been here three days now.”

Cole was sitting close, running his hand up and down her thigh. He applied pressure and she spread them enough for his hand to slip in between her legs. A thrill ran up her spine. She looked around at the other diners and no one was watching them.

Cole applied pressure to her pussy and she moaned softly. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I say we skip the rest of the Tower. We can go there tomorrow, or the next day. Let’s go to your house and get to know each other better.”

Had she lost her mind? She’d never fallen into bed with a man she’d just met. And here she was, melting away like the puddle of ketchup that was on her plate. A man she’d never know before today has his hand up her skirt.

“This may not be a good idea. I don’t know you. I’ve never fallen into bed with someone I just met.” Her voice was low and she turned to look at Cole.

“Don’t worry pet.” He continued caressing her thigh, his thumb slipping up to her pussy. “Remember your ex? Think about how this will affect him. And think about the fun we’ll have in the process.”

He nipped at her ear again and not trusting her voice, Lizzy felt herself nod yes.

Cole took her hand and led her toward the parking lot. He was just pointing to an older model Range Rover when a car careened around the corner, its wheels squealing against the pavement.

Cole looked back and she heard him shout something unintelligible before pushing her to the pavement. Gunshots rang out above her head, slamming into the cars that were parked along the row. Shouts of panic and fear filled the air.

People were diving for cover under the vehicles.

Lizzy looked up in enough time to see the car, a light colored Mercedes, peel around the corner of the row of cars and head toward the exit.

“Cole! Cole! Where are you?” Her voice was shaky as she looked around, not seeing her blond-headed friend.

Several Beefeaters were running from the Tower to assess the damage.

“Miss, Miss, are you alright?” A Beefeater knelt down next to her. “Yes, I’m fine. But my friend, Cole, he’s gone. Where could he have gone? Where is he? Where is he? He was right here next to me, standing right here!”

She could hear the rising panic in her voice as tears clouded her eyes. Was fate so cruel that her husband-to-be abandoned her and her lover-to-be ran from danger?

“Just wait here, an officer will be with you shortly.” The Beefeater moved on to make sure the person lying down the way from her was not in any danger. Lizzy looked up in time to see Cole moving back toward her.

She jumped up and ran to him. “Where were you? What happened?”

Cole replaced a cell phone in his pocket and drew her into his arms. “Are you OK? Did you get hit?”

She shook her head and he gathered her against his chest. “I chased the car to try and get a registration number. I missed it, although I saw a few of the numbers. It might help the police in tracking them down.”

He stroked her hair and make quieting noises in her ear as she cried against his shirt.

Sounds of police sirens filled the air and Lizzy tried to catch her breath. She’d never been shot at before and from the looks of Cole’s Range Rover the bullets had come dangerously close.

“It’ll be fine,” he whispered. “You’ll see. We’ll still have a great time together, it will just be a few hours later than what we planned.”

She gave him a shaky smile just as an officer walked up, demanding to know what had just happened.

**********

Cole stepped out of the rental car and looked around him, searching the street for unknown vehicles.

“They’ve found you, you know that. This afternoon proves it.”

A tall dark-headed man stepped out from between two cars. He motioned to the small park just off the street, stepping inside and shutting the gate before sitting on the bench.

“It was pretty bold of them to try and take care of the problem in the middle of the car park. I mean if they knew you were there they know where you came from. They know where you live. They know you were meeting with me.”

Cole looked around and sat down.

“Please Nigel, don’t be melodramatic. I’m telling you they weren’t inside the Tower. They might know I was meeting with someone but they don’t know it was you. Besides, it’s too late. They can’t change their plans now. They’d never be trusted again.”

“You’re right. They’re just going to try and kill you, and anyone else that you have contact with. That would include me.”

“You’re blowing this out of proportion. The plan is still stable. We have the upper hand and they know it. That’s why they took potshots at me today. If they wanted me dead I would be. They wanted to scare me. Unfortunately for them it didn’t work. The plan is still in order. It will still work. We just have to keep on the path.”

Nigel shook his head and stood up. “Well you’re the boss but I think we’re taking an awful risk. We have two weeks before everything goes down. Anything could go wrong. Are you going home?”

Cole smiled and shook his head. “No, I have somewhere else to go tonight. I’ll have my mobile if you need me. But if it’s not an emergency, don’t call.”

He rose and headed for his car, a big smile on his face.

**********

Lizzy sat on the bed and smiled, hitting the replay button on the answering machine.

“Listen you little tramp, how dare you steal that money! My parents paid for that trip for me, not for YOU! You had no right to cash everything in and keep the money for yourself. I demand, do you hear me, DEMAND, that you come home right now and return the money to me! That’s mine!”

A dial tone ended the message and Lizzy laughed again. Poor little rich Scott, cheated out of $20,000. She couldn’t believe that he called her a tramp. That he was making out as if everything was her fault.

She knew that he’d called Helen at the travel agency to try and find her. She was pissed at Helen for giving her up so easily.

As far as Lizzy was concerned the trip was a gift to them, and she deserved half of it. She might consider giving him back $10,000, but she seriously doubted it. The little prick had left her at the altar two days before their wedding. He’d humiliated her before everyone in town. he deserved the humiliation of being ripped off.

She pulled out her credit card and dialed the number to Scott’s house. His mother answered on the second ring.

“Caroline. It’s Lizzy.”

The phone was silent for a moment and then Caroline let out a soft laugh. “My dear how wonderful. You know that I think what you’ve done is absolutely delicious. Just one more chance to stick it to my great husband.”

Lizzy had known that Caroline and Roger didn’t exactly have a wonderful marriage, but until recently she didn’t know how bad the marriage was. Caroline had bought the most expensive of everything for the wedding. She charged up huge bills for lunch and even talked Lizzy into buying a $5,000 wedding dress.

She continued without giving Lizzy a chance to answer.

“You spend every bit of that money, do you hear me? Don’t come back with a dime, understand? And if Scott calls you about it again tell him I said the money was a gift from me to apologize for the behavior of the men in our family.”

Lizzy laughed softly. “You are wonderful, you know that. Can I send you anything from London?”

Caroline laughed again. “An empty purse. Spend it all on yourself.” And she hung up without waiting for an answer.

Lizzy fell back on the bed and laughed. She had more than $14,000 left of the money. She wasn’t sure what she would spend it on but she was going to take Caroline up on her gift. She might extend her stay another month, especially if her date with Cole went well tonight. To hell with her job. She’d find another one after she got back.

Cole. She thought back to the afternoon. Bullets flying past her head. And the fear that she’d felt not only then, but when she’d realized that Cole was gone from her side.

Could it be possible that she’d fallen for him that quickly? It had never happened before. Even her relationship with Scott had taken months to develop. They’d known each other for eight months before they’d slept together.

And here she was, planning on sleeping with a man she’d known for eight hours. Was she losing her mind? She went to the closet and looked over the outfits that she’d brought with her. Nothing looked appealing.

Then she remembered Caroline’s gift, and her parting words. “Spend it all on yourself dear.”

She picked up her map and figured out the closest tube station to Harrods. She had some shopping to do.

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