Chapter 6....Meeting His Mother

I felt like I was going to throw up. I wasn't always the friendliest person to be around. I've always had severe anxiety issues. I start focusing on everything around me that could go wrong, and then when it turns into fear I start to shut down. Like I can't breathe because it feels like the walls are closing in on me, shut down.

Why in the world did he pick me?

On the ride to his childhood residence Dawson briefed me on our back story. I was glad he had one, because I sure as hell didn't have one. But then again it's not my family that we're trying to fool, so it's not my place to develop the back story. Even though I had come up with charity story on the fly when Suzie drilled me for details.

"Are you nervous?" He asked holding my hand and smirking. I'm glad that he found this all so amusing.

"No," I lied biting my lip.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that?" He laughed. I just rolled my eyes. "My mother can smell fear you know." I knew my eyes were huge with fear, and Dawson just laughed.

Jerk!

When we pulled up to the house and I let Dawson help me out of the car. It was showtime. There was absolutely no turning back now. All fear must be swallowed, as we have passed the point of no return. We walked hand in hand to the front door. There were a lot of cars here, and noise was coming from the back yard. The ring on my hand suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

"What's the occasion?" I whispered as I was readjusting my skirt.

"Well it's my father's annual BBQ," he smiled. "Lots of family and close friends. So you'll have to be on the top of your game."

"Okay, okay, jeeze you really know how to spook a girl," I laughed, though it didn't do anything to calm my nerves. My chest was starting to feel restricted, stupid bra.

Just then I was pulled into a bear hug, and someone was kissing my head.

"God still answers prayers," the woman sighed and I guessed that this was Dawson's mother. "Hello Dear, my name is Olivia and I'm Dawson's mother. You must be Danielle!" I couldn't get a word in edgewise I was just being pulled inside the house ever which way. "Danielle I would tell you I've heard so much about you, but that would be a lie. I'm afraid Dawson here has been selfish and kept you all to himself."

"Gee Mom, it's nice to see you too," Dawson said sulking behind us. It was sort of amusing to see him sulk.

"Oh stop your whining," she commanded. "I see you all the time, it's not everyday that I get to meet your fiance." I could tell that Dawson's mother was reprimanding him silently with her eyes.

"Mrs.Conn you have a beautiful home," I stated smiling.

"Why thank you dear, but please call me Olivia," she replied. I saw Dawson tense, and I was starting to like the woman more and more.

"Well well well, what do you have here?" A very pregnant woman said walking into the living room where we were seated.

"Yeah who's the babe?" A younger version of Dawson replied.

"Kids this Danielle, Dawson's fiance. Danielle this is Rebecca my daughter, and my other son Damien."

"What? Dawson's engaged?" I heard Damien cry.

"Never in a million years did I think I would live to see the day Dawson Conn brought home a girl, let alone a fiance," Rebecca laughed.

"Thank you?" I asked. I really didn't know what to say. I just felt like I was in way over my head.

"Yes, Thank you." Dawson said pulling me closer to him. "I feel like the luckiest man in the world." If I didn't know Dawson was lying through his teeth I would swear his words really meant something, but I knew they didn't so it didn't matter.

"So how long have you been sleeping with my brother?" Damien asked me in disbelief. I was shocked where did this crassness come from? First Suzie and now Damien...this family really needed a lesson on boundaries.

"I don't believe that's any of your damn business Damien," I heard Dawson reply. For once he was being modest. I'm sure it was only because his mother was around.

"Oh Danielle you're just glowing," Olivia stated grinning. I was confused by her remark. "Are you sure you're not expecting?" Her hand went straight for my abdomen.

What the hell did she think she was going to find?

"Oh no! Unlike my sister here, Danielle and I use protection," Dawson laughed.

So much for modesty.

"Oh you party-pooper," Olivia frowned. I didn't know what to say so I just stayed quiet. I wanted to go hide myself under a massive rock.

Where did these people come from? They couldn't be real. This had to be all one big nightmare.

I felt like I could finally breathe once the Conn family interrogation was over. I started to watc the people around me. Watching how they all interacted in their natural habitat. Watching people was a guilty pleasure of mine. You can learn a lot about someone if you just pay attention. Dawson definitely experienced a different life than I did growing up, so that also came with some very interesting people. I let Dawson's sister introduce me to a few family friends, but I tried my best to mingle close to Dawson. I didn't want him to leave my sight.

"Hey stranger it's been awhile," I heard a very seductive voice say. I spun around to see a very trampy blonde talking to Dawson. Don't get me wrong she was beautiful, but that's what you get when daddy can just buy it for you. I didn't like the way Dawson was looking at her. Something told me that they had history.

"Hi Victoria," Dawson stated forcing a smile.

"I heard the old playboy's finally settling down. It's such a shame," she purred. What was her end game here? It was women like her that gave women a bad name. Just looking at her picture perfect self made me want to go over there and slap the veneers out of her mouth. I saw her try to make a pass at Dawson, and I took that as my cue to go over there and save him from doing something stupid.

"Hey Baby," I said coming up to him, and kissing him passionately. The kiss was very enticing, but that's what I was going for. I even used a little tongue. "Oh? Who is this Hun?" He knew I was talking about Bitchtoria, but he was still stunned over the Frenchie I laid on him.

"Sweetie, meet my friend Victoria. Victoria meet my fiance Danielle," Dawson replied introducing us both.

"Dawson Darling, I wouldn't call us friends. We were just more like sex buddies," she smirked. I knew she was trying to make some claim on Dawson. This should be amusing. I wasn't normally the girl to make a scene, but something told me she wasn't going away until I put her in her place. Plus it's what I'm getting paid for right?

"Is that so?" I asked. I carefully took in her body language. She was rather stiff which let me know she wasn't comfortable with my presence.

"Yeah, Dawson and I hardly made it anywhere on time, we were always preoccupied," Victoria smirked. I didn't even know this girl, but she must be pretty desperate if she's having to brag about her sex life with her ex to her ex-boyfriend's fiancé.

"I know exactly what you mean," I laughed. The look on Dawson's face was amusing. I could tell by his expression he was wondering where I was going with this? "That's why we were late today. We just couldn't stop. I mean there was the bed, the kitchen counter, the sofa, oh yeah and in the shower! Let me just tell you, this man is amazing in the shower."

The look on Victoria's face was one of disgust, and pure jealousy. She didn't have a come back, and it was very apparent, especially when she stormed off in a shriek. Dawson suddenly pulled me in for a deep kiss.

"That was so hot," he panted as he leaned his head against my forehead.

"Yes it was," I heard his younger brother reply.

"Buzz off twerp," Dawson stated.

"Oh he's just jealous I might try to steal you away, and with what I just heard it really makes me want to try," Damien laughed. "I'm better than him. Trust me one night with me Baby, and you'll be saying Dawson who?" Was this kid serious?

"Sorry Charlie, but I'm just a one man, woman. And I'm afraid this one's broke me, if you catch my drift," I said winking at Damien. I liked this new persona that I was creating for myself. I took a large sip of the cocktail that I had in my hand. It was very fruity, and very refreshing. They were simply addicting, I couldn't remember how many I had already had.

"You're loss," Damien said walking away. I just waved him off looking for another cocktail.

"Do you realize how bad I want you right now?" Dawson whispered in my ear. I felt him lean in closer pinning me against the picnic table. It was then that I felt his excitement, and felt my face burst scarlet red.

"What have I done," I whispered.

"Honey you just played with fire. And it's coming back to burn that pretty little butt of yours," he purred into my ear and started to kiss my neck. I moaned quietly, and it took all the strength I had to contain myself and not make a scene.

"I need to get out of here," I sighed.

"You say when, and we'll leave," Dawson stated winking. I knew he was just being a flirt, but right now I didn't really care.

"When," I purred. That was all he needed.

He grabbed my arm and we made our way to his car. he drove home and threw me over his shoulder. Which I secretly had come to enjoy.

I was getting goosebumps from all the excitement. Before I knew it I was pushed on the bed and Dawson was on top of me. He was kissing my neck, and it felt wonderful. I felt his hands slipping behind my back to the zipper of my dress. I shuttered.

What is he doing?

I pulled his hands back to my waist trying to distract him I moaned into his mouth pulling him closer to me. I felt his hands on my waist, but then they started pulling at the hem of my dress. His hands traced my thighs. His hands were causing fire wherever they roamed. It didn't help that I wanted him. This man was so sexy, how could I not want him? I broke the kiss to breathe, and that's when I saw my clothes on the floor beside me. I hadn't even noticed that he taken them off, but what scared me was right beside mine were his.

No no no, this couldn't happen. Not this way. I was waiting for the right guy. Preferably my husband.

Dawson started kissing my body with his talented mouth, and that's when I lost it. I lost all of my senses. It was like I was intoxicated by his kisses. I wanted this man. I wanted him, bad. He kissed my thighs, and I about died.

I, Danielle Meeks, was about to loose her V- card to one very sexy doctor. I knew I would hate myself in the morning, but right now I was enjoying every sultry moment. Life was way too short, I decided it was time for me to enjoy it. Every kiss, every touch, I was going to enjoy it all.

What's the worst thing that could happen?