Two days later he started moving in. The second day Roxanne helped him out. Kerry kept in the background but Rox was constantly talking to her. John could tell Kerry was not very fond of her. She tried to sneak away every time Rox started addressing her, but the girl never noticed. After a couple of hours John told her he could handle the rest and she finally left.
Kerry was standing in the kitchen. "You hate her don't you?" he asked already, aware of the answer.
"Does it matter?" she said, wondering. "If you like her then it won't matter what I think."
"I don't like her," he said.
Kerry frowned. Their eyes met for a few seconds. Then she laughed. "Then what are you doing with her?"
"She's good in bed."
That shut her up. She starred at him, unable to think of what to say. John laughed, then Kerry shook her head and joined in the laughter. "Jesus, John.." Tears of laughter were rolling down her face. John's laughter faded. She'd never called him John before. He looked at her intensely and she stopped laughing. Then there were an expression of realization in her eyes. Kerry blushed and looked down.
"I'll just...uhmm.." John pointed towards the basement and went down the stairs.
He sat on the bed and took a deep breath. What the hell was he doing?! He was flirting with her?! And she was flirting back! Every time she looked at him her eyes had that special look....and he liked it. He found himself looking back at her the same way. Like yesterday. He was standing by Curtain 1 and she by the reception desk. Their eyes met and they had stared at each other for several minutes. It wasn't until Mark had turned to her their contact was broken.
As she followed Mark, she looked back at John and he felt warm inside.
Just like now.
He stood and opened a box of clothes and started filling his drawers.
"Carter! Are you hungry?!" Kerry yelled from the top of the stairs. "I've made some lasagna. You want some?!"
"Be right there!!!" he shouted back.
He was starving. He took the hammer he'd used to put up a picture on the wall and walked upstairs. The living room smelled of Italian food, making his mouth water.
"Where did you want this?" he asked, waving the hammer. She pointed towards the big closet in the corner.
"Toolbox is in there." Kerry placed a bowl of salad on the dinner table.
"You didn't have to cook for me, Kerry."
"You can cook tomorrow," she said.
John gave a big laugh, "I can't cook, Kerry. I'm terrible in a kitchen."
"Then you do the dishes. You are able to do that much, right?" she joked. He smiled and nodded.
"Thanks."
They sat down and started eating.
"So, you've never cooked?" she asked after a while.
He shook his head and swallowed his food, "Never needed to."
"The joy of being wealthy?"
"One of the few. This is delicious!" he quickly changed the subject.
"Just as many downsides as upsides?" she asked.
"More downsides really. "Did you make this from scratch?" Could she just drop this?
"How come?"
Obviously not. He put down his fork, "Well...money can't buy the things you need the most." Kerry put down her fork too. I mean, like... understanding... compassion.... trust......... love."
Her eyes were warm. "I've never met your family except for Millicent. What are they like?"
He signed, "I don't know. I don't really know them." He made a shot laugh. "I've been on boarding schools most of my school life, and after that they were always traveling."
"Oh," she said.
"Even people with money tend to forget what you can't buy, you know."
She nodded understandingly.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I actually lived in Africa for 10 years. My mother wanted to work there as a nurse. Helping the not so fortunate."
"So your mother's a doctor too? It runs in the blood?!"
"Was a doctor. She's dead. And I'm adopted." she hissed.
He blushed, "I'm sorry."
Kerry shook her head. "No...I'm sorry. You didn't know. She dies three years ago, still down in Africa. My father dies fifteen years ago. I never knew my biological parents."
This was obviously a very touchy subject. There was a weak sign of tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Kerry." He reached out across the table and took her hand in his. She squeezed his hand, keeping her eyes down.
"It's okay. I'm okay," she whispered.
"Are you....okay?"
"Yeah..." She cleared her throat and stood. "I'll be right back." She limped upstairs.
He could hear her sobbing in the bathroom. She was definitely not okay. He sat there alone for a while, not sure what to do. This was Kerry Weaver. She wouldn't be interested in his pity. But he couldn't ignore her tears. He wasn't like his family.
He stood and silently walked up the stairs. He placed a soft knock of the door. "Kerry? Are you all right?"
"John!?!" she yelled in surprise.
"Can I come in?" he gently asked.
"NO!...please....I'm...." she said, stifled with tears.
He slowly opened the door to see her sitting in front of the toilet. "Did you...get sick?" he asked, concerned.
"Not this time." She tried to get up and he offered her support. She laid her arm around his neck and got on her feet. He looked into her eyes. She started to cry again quickly turning away from him. "Oh God, John. I'm such a mess," she cried.
Underneath the tough cover of Dr. Weaver was a hurt and alone woman. Much like himself. He turned her around and gently removed some hair from her face, "It's okay. It's okay, Kerry." She looked into his eyes and gave him a short smile. "You're not alone," he told her. She laid her head against his chest and he hugged her close. They stood there for a while.
"Would you clean up the kitchen? I'll go to bed," she suddenly said.
(Would you clean up the kitchen? I'm going to bed," she suddenly said.)
"Sure," he answered, not letting her go. She felt so good in his arms. She didn't make any move to leave either.
"John." He loved it when she called him that.
"Kerry?" he looked into her eyes. They were filled with warmth.
"I'm just, you know. I'm really glad you're here."
He smiled, "I'm glad you're letting me stay."
They stood for a while more.
"John?"
"Kerry?"
"Do you...." she kept her eyes down. "Do you find me..." She looked at him for a split-second. "Do you find me....attractive? I mean....do you.."
"I think you are extremely attractive, Kerry," he stopped her. She looked at him with surprise.
"Really?! You find me pretty?"
"Kerry. You are an amazingly beautiful woman," he whispered.
She blushed and he gently caressed her face. She whimpered under his touch. He stroke his thumb over her lips and she closed her eyes. He slowly moved his head down and their lips met. While the kiss got deeper, he stoke her back and neck. He felt so hot inside. She smelled so good, tasted so good, felt so good. She nuzzled his neck as he carefully removed her cardigan. She was breathing hard - so was he. He wanted her so much and was getting hard. It didn't help any when Kerry pressed her body against his. She slowly stroked the bump in his pants and he trembled.
"You smell so good. I want you, John," she moaned.
"Kerry, what are we doing?" he whispered.
"You know exactly what we are doing." she squeezed his erection and he moaned.
"Kerry...ahhh..."he groaned. "Kerry....you're...my boss."
"At the hospital....not here. Not if you don't want me to be," she whispered. "I want you so much."
"This is wrong. I don't want something so right to be wrong," he whispered back. "Please.....let's make it right."
She looked at him, "You're right. I'm sorry." She moved a step back.
"Don't be sorry. I started it. Let's just wait a while okay?
Let's be sure this is what we really want."
Her eyes became big for a second....then she nodded. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and limped towards her bedroom. As she slowly closed the door she smiled at him.
After a while he went downstairs to the kitchen and the mess waiting there.