Something About You – Part 18 by ShellyLynn

Republisher’s Note: If you haven’t figured it out by now, this is an evil Bill story. It’s only one of two things that I dislike about this fic. Otherwise I really enjoy it.

Something About You – Part 18 by ShellyLynn

Danny wakes from his peaceful slumber, slowly opening one eye and then the other as he looks at his unfamiliar surroundings. After a moment, he recollects the events of the previous evening and Michelle’s pleas for him to stay at her place.

The clock on the nightstand reads 8:50am and with the knowledge that he needs to pick Mikey up in just over an hour, he decides to get up. Sitting up, he peels back the lavender flowered covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed until his bare feet meet the cushioned carpeting of the floor.

Standing up and stretching out his tired body, he suppresses a yawn and makes his way over to the mirror on the back of the door, examining his disheveled appearance. He reaches for his pants from the night before and slides them on, running a hand through his curls before making his way down the hallway to the kitchen.

Michelle is already there, pouring two cups of coffee from the freshly brewed pot on the counter and turning around to find him standing in the doorway. “I was just going to bring you a cup,” she says, raising one of her hands to show him her intentions.

“Thanks,” he smiles, “I could really use that.”

“I thought so. It was pretty late when we got to bed,” she says, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

“Yeah,” he smiles, the memory of their wonderful evening together still fresh on his mind as he joins her. “I had a great time last night.”

“Me too,” she giggles, placing her hand on his across the table. “I was so scared that our talk last night would scare you off.”

“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but waiting will only make things more special and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy,” he says honestly, looking deep into her eyes. At that moment, he realized just how much he meant that statement. He would do anything to bring her joy.

She sighed in pure contentment. “You are the best man I’ve ever met Danny Santos.”

“I don’t know about that,” he blushed slightly, “but I mean what I say. Your happiness is very important to me.”

“Well, when you are around, I’m certainly happy…” she answers with a grin, stopping short when she hears the knock on the front door.

“Were you expecting anyone?” Danny asks, surprised by the intrusion.

“No,” she answers, making her way to the front door and peering out through the ornate window. “It’s Bill.”

She opens the door and ushers him in to the kitchen, offering a cup of coffee to him as well. He looks across the room at Danny, still wearing only his dress pants and then back at Michelle’s beaming face. He hopes that every inclination he has about the situation is wrong, but as he watches Michelle place her hand on Danny’s shoulder and lean up against him, he’s convinced that they are dead on.

“Awfully early for you to be here again, isn’t it, Santos?” he asks, fishing for the information he’s not altogether sure he wants to hear.

“I could say the same thing about you, Lewis,” Danny replies, using the same accusatory tone.

“Actually, we got home late, so Danny spent the night here,” she freely admits, adding sugar to her cup before offering it to the two men.

Bill stares at the man sitting before him. He can’t help but wonder what Michelle Bauer sees in him. He wonders how she can let a piece of dirt like that, touch her. Only he was supposed to partake in her pleasures and he has waited too long to let this lowlife get in the way.

“Oh really,” he tells her, his anger steadily growing. It didn’t matter that he spent the night in someone else’s bed, Michelle was his and Danny Santos was going to pay for touching her. He would find a way.

“Yeah,” she smiles, oblivious to the tension.

Before anyone can speak another word, Michelle’s phone rings and she quickly moves to answer it, suddenly aware of the growing tension in the room.

“Miss Bauer?” the soft voice comes hesitantly across the line.

“Yes, that’s me,” she responds absentmindedly, keeping her eyes on her guests.

“Well, this is Martha Vanders. Michael Santos stayed at my home last night and your number was given to me as the second number to reach Mr. Santos at. Is he there?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Michelle tells her, her face falling as she simultaneously crosses the room to give the phone to an unsuspecting Danny.

He looks at her skeptically before speaking into the phone. “Santos.”

“So what did you stop by for?” Michelle asks Bill, keeping an eye on Danny’s expression the entire time, trying to gauge what is going on from his facial expressions.

“Hmm?” he asks, his mind now trying to figure out what the phone call is about as well. “Oh, I was wondering if you could help me put together the next gala for the hospital. We’re raising money for the new pediatric ward and Lewis is hosting this year. I’m terrible with these sort of things and the woman that usually helps is out of town so I need you.”

“Uh, sure,” she says, gazing at Danny with questioning eyes as he listens intently to the caller. “When is it?”

“Three weeks,” he answers, “I know that it’s short notice, but if we work hard, I know we can pull it together.”

“We better get started soon then,” she sighs, running her fingers through her hair.

“I need to get going anyway,” Danny tells her as the call ends. “Mikey isn’t feeling well and he wants me to pick him up early,” he says, retreating back to the bedroom for his shirt and jacket.

When he returns, he walks up to Michelle and gently wraps his arms around her waist. “I had a great time last night,” he tells her, “I can’t wait to do it again.”

Bill listens intently, rolling his eyes at each word.

“Me too,” she smiles, leaning in to give him a soft kiss.

“Call me when you have a break?” he asks, playfully giving her a pleading look.

“You bet,” she grins, leaning in for one more peck.

“I’ll be waiting,” he answers as he opens the door and walks out. She sighs and leans against the door, counting down the minutes until she can see his handsome face again.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Why were you at Ichelle’s?” Mikey asks in confusion.

“We tried to call you at home and you weren’t there,” Mrs. Vanders explains nervously.

“Well,” Danny says, clearing his throat as he looks up at the woman for help. “When we got back from the play last night it was really late, so I just stayed at her house overnight.”

“You have a slumber party like us?” he asks, thinking he has come up with the answer to his own question.

“Something like that,” Danny laughs, grateful for a way out of trying to explain things to the inquisitive boy. “We had a slumber party.”

The woman gives Danny a disapproving look, but he shakes it off and helps Mikey into his jacket. It isn’t any of her business that nothing happened between he and Michelle and he wasn’t about to waste his time making excuses for his perfectly respectable behavior.

“Thank you for watching him. I’m sure he had a good time,” he tells her, grabbing Mikey’s hand and taking him to the car. He was not going to let one woman’s attitude bring him down from the high he was still on. In fact, if Bill Lewis hadn’t managed to do that, he doubted anyone could.


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