Brooklyn's Song by Sydney Arrison Page B

shirt pocket.
    “Be right there,” he barked, into the phone. “My wife and daughters are waiting for me. Please take the back trail; the last thing I need is for the press to see me with two NYPD detectives.“
    Song and Mattice obliged, and avoided the reporters and cameras.
    “So, the Governor may be involved in unscrupulous behavior,” Song said.
    “This shit just got real!” Mattice said.

Chapter 35
    When Brooklyn got out of work she met her father at the airport. The governor was flying Lydia to one of the most renowned rehabilitation centers in the country located in Colorado. Although Lydia was recovering faster than expected, it was highly recommended that she continue physical therapy. After seeing her father and Lydia off, Brooklyn returned to her loft and was sitting at her desk grading papers. She smiled thinking about her conversation with Marta earlier in the day.
    “Brook, what are you hiding with that scarf?” Marta asked, when they were alone.
    “Marta, it’s nothing more than a fashion accessory.”
    Marta shook her head in disbelief. “You hate the color green.”
    Marta quickly lifted the border of the scarf revealing Brooklyn’s neck. “Who is this fashion accessory that you speak of?”
    “Hopefully, you’ll meet him soon.”
    She kissed Marta on the cheek and hopped into the Town Car. She smiled as she watched Marta standing in the driveway with her hands on her hips trying desperately not to laugh.
    Brooklyn got up from her desk and walked to the bedroom. She stood in front of her full length mirror and traced her fingers over the hickeys on her neck. Seriously, hickeys at my age, she thought. Brooklyn could still hear Song’s sweet, seductive voice whispering to her “Brooklyn, look at me; let me see your eyes. Let me see your face. That beautiful face, ja-gi-ya, ja-gi-ya.”
    Her cell phone buzzed, startling her. She checked the caller ID before answering.
    “Hello,” she said, trying to contain her excitement.
    “Ja-gi-ya, I was just thinking about you. As a matter of fact, I’m a few blocks away from your place and wanted to know what kind of toppings you like?”
    “Toppings?” Brooklyn asked.
    Song laughed. “Yeah, on your pizza.”
    “Oh, umm, black olives, sausage, and absolutely no anchovies.”
    “I was hoping you’d say that; I’m not a fan of anchovies either. You pick the movie and I’ll bring the pizza. I hope this isn’t presumptuous of me to assume you’re not busy.”
    She laughed. “It is a little presumptuous, but I’ll forgive you, if you bring me food.”
    “See you in a bit.”

Chapter 36
     
    Brooklyn leaned against Song’s shoulder dabbing at her eyes with a tissue while they watched the remainder of “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner.” She mouthed the words along with Spencer Tracy. ‘The only thing that matters is what they feel, and how much they feel for each other. And if it's half of what we felt-that's everything.’
    “How many times have you watched this?” Song asked, as the movie credits began to roll.             
    “Too many to count.”
    “You already know how it’s going to end, yet it still makes you sad …Fascinating.”
    She took a bite of pizza and gently shoved him. “It’s a chick thing, okay!”
    Brooklyn stood and began clearing off the coffee table. Song picked up the glasses and followed her into the kitchen. While she rinsed the dishes in the sink, he came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He began to trace his tongue up the side of her neck, pressing himself into her. She could feel his arousal growing.
    “I can make you forget all about that movie.” His hands slid under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts.
    “I bet you can.”
    The warm water ran over her hands while Song continued to kiss and lick her neck. He reached and pressed firmly between her legs and she closed her eyes as he applied just enough pressure. She turned the water off and spun around to face him.