"I'll try to keep my shirt on all summer and for all the cab drivers out there, I love you."

Patrick’s breathtaking smile was on his face as the words left his mouth. Tilting her head to the side as she scribbled notes on her legal pad she dropped her pen, and stood. Leaning against the front of her desk she crosses her arms over her Michael Kors white button up, as she shifted her full attention to the flat screen mounted on her office wall.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She asked herself. “Come in!” She said when a gentle tap sound on her office door.

“I'm sorry Miss did you need something? I heard you say something.” Harvey, her assistant, asked.

“No, thanks I'm fine Harvey. Just watching the parade.” She smiled dismissing him. “Actually, Harvey!” She called uncrossing her arms and heading back over to sit at her desk.

“Yes Miss. Bekk?” Harvey asked reappearing in her office.

“What time is my meeting with Vanity Fair?” She asked pulling her black, thick-rimmed glasses over her eyes.

“Half an hour,” Harvey said looking at his watch.

“Good, and could you schedule a flight home for me today, instead?” She asked politely with a smile.

“Of course,” Harvey nodded and exited her office, eager to perform his duties. Continuing to scribble notes on her legal pad, she also kept one eye on the TV, when her office phone suddenly rang. Pushing the large ‘speaker’ button she answered the phone.

“Alisa Bekk,” She stated answering.

“I know who you are!” Alisa laughed hearing Erika Kane shout into the phone.

“Hey Er,” Alisa smiled, “How are you?”

“I'm fine!” She shouted and Alisa could tell that the eldest Kane girl was a bit tipsy.

“Party much?” Alisa asked tucking her legal pad into a drawer.

“I'm fine,” Ericka repeated and Alisa noticed the sudden noise in the background. “We’re at the parade! Are you watching?”

“Yeah I am,” Alisa chuckled. “What was Patrick talking about?”

“It’s a long, dull story, and its really not a fun story.”

“How about we do lunch tomorrow?” Alisa asked.

“Are you in town?” Erika screamed trying to drown out the crowd.

“I will be,” Alisa smiled, “Listen, I have to leave for a meeting, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Bye bitch!” The very intoxicated Erika Kane so graciously added as a parting word before hanging up. Shaking her head, Alisa stood gathering the papers she needed and headed out for her meeting.

*

“Please fasten your seatbelts, we will landing momentarily.” The pilot’s voice came on over the speaker as Alisa typed away on her Macintosh laptop. Sighing, she buckled up and waited for the plane to land.

“Harvey?” She asked glancing out her window.

“Yes Miss Bekk?”

“Could you make lunch reservations for me and Erika, at Tru, for tomorrow please?” She asked fetching her sunglasses out of her large PRADA bag.

“Of course," Harvey said whipping out his blackberry. Alisa smiled and stood after the ‘seatbelts’ sign light went off.

“Thank you Harvey,” Alisa smiled as they stepped off her private jet and into the terminal. “Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day, and take today and tomorrow off.”

“A-are you sure?” Harvey studdered searching through the papers in his binder, “You have a meeting with Bottega Veneta, on whether or not you were going to represent their line.”

“Its fine, reschedule.” She instructed approaching the town car that was faithfully waiting for her at the terminal exit. “Seriously, relax Harvey. Celebrate!” She added with a giggle before stepping into the car, as Harvey ran around to the other side, sliding in next to her.

“Whatever you say.” Harvey laughed loosening his tie. “Have you talked to Patrick?”

“Oh no, he probably hasn’t even thought of me he’s been partying so much. I’ll just surprise him at his place, since he’s most likely face down on his bed.” She let out an airy laugh and uncomfortably picked at her manicure.

“Where to Miss?” Cordon, her driver, asked.

“Patrick’s please.” She smiled as the car sped off through the streets of Chicago.

*

Stepping out of the elevator that stopped on Patrick’s floor, Alisa fixed her hair and headed down to her boyfriend’s room.

Using her key, she quietly entered the apartment. It was surprisingly clean, and even smelled lemony fresh. Walking into the bedroom, she saw Patrick in the position she had predicted. He was facedown on the bed, fully dressed. Laughing to herself, she tiptoed to the bed sitting on the edge of it. She smiled when she ran her fingers over the side of his freshly shaven face. His eyes fluttered open upon the sensation on his cheek and he rolled over to face her.

“You’re home early,” He yawned smiling.

“I wanted to surprise you.” She smiled back, when suddenly he pulled her by the arm, rolling on top of her, and burying his face in her neck.

“Patrick!” She squealed trying to shove his large body off of hers.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into her skin.

“You’re wrinkling my outfit,” She groaned underneath him.

“So?”

“Its worth more than your apartment,” She giggled as he gave her an incredulous look. “Please get off.”

“Tell me you missed me.” Patrick demanded pinning her wrists to the bed.

“I really missed you.” She giggled.

“Good.” He said pulling her lips to his. “What are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Spending it with you,” She smiled as he rolled off, still holding her to him though.

“Really? No meetings?” Alisa shook her head in the negative making Patrick cheer.

“We can cuddle and eat dinner on the couch, and watch a sappy romance.” She joked, kissing Patrick’s nose.

“Fuck yeah!” Patrick cheered pulling her to him, for another kiss.

*

“Food’s here!” Patrick yelled as his doorbell chimed throughout the spacious Chicago apartment.

“Good, I'm starved.” Alisa stated taking a pair of paper plates out of Patrick’s cupboard. “You are such a man, you know?” She remarked seeing only paper dishes in his cupboards.

“Thank you very much.” Patrick smiled walking into his kitchen with the takeout. “I appreciate the observation.”

“Let’s eat, smartass.” Alisa laughed handing him a plate.

“You love my ass.” Patrick said piling a mountain of food onto his plate.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Alisa smiled putting a much smaller portion than Patrick’s onto her plate, before walking into his living room and plopping onto his leather couch. “What shall we watch?”

“I say we watch….” Patrick trailed off, grabbing his remote and taking a seat beside her.

“If the words ESPN even come close to exiting your mouth, I'm leaving.” Alisa stated pointing a plastic fork in his direction.

“Fine, how about the Real Housewives of New Jersey reruns?” He asked searching the channels.

“You know me too well.” She smiled kissing his cheek.

*

“Can we move it to Monday, Harvey? Please?” Alisa pleaded into her phone as a disgruntled Patrick pouted beside her, as a result of her phone ringing and cutting their make out session short. Laying his head on her lap, he gave her the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster, mouthing the words. ‘You promised’

“Harvey, I really cant right now.” Alisa sighed. “No, I don’t want to lose them as clients, can you patch me through to them right now?” She asked, as Patrick gave an eye roll, getting off the couch and heading to his kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Hello Mr. Bizzarri!” He heard Alisa say in the living room, “I'm well how are you?”

Patrick however was not well, he grunted as he thought about the situation. The one chance they have to spend together, without work or a party for either them, is of course ruined. But what could he do? That’s just what comes in a relationship like theirs.

“Yes, I will have Harvey send over the papers first thing in the morning for you to sign.” She politely spoke, “Ciao.” Giving out a large sigh, she shut off her phone, powering it down. “Well, I'm yours for the rest of the night. Sorry about that.”

“Whatever,” Patrick shrugged indifferently as though it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

“Um, did you have a sip of that?” Alisa asked disgustedly pointing at the chilled beer in his hand.

“Not yet…” Patrick shrugged.

“Well if you would want me to even consider kissing you tonight, you would put that down.” She stated putting her hair up into a ponytail. Placing the beverage onto the coffee table, he sat down and pulled her into his arms.

“Let’s go sleep.” Patrick yawned resting his chin on her head.

“It’s only eleven P.M.” Alisa giggled picking at the buttons on his shirt.

“I'm so dead tired.” Patrick said yawning again. “I only slept for like three hours before you so graciously paraded in here and woke me the fuck up.” He said with a laugh.

“Would you rather I leave?” She asked looking up into his eyes, already knowing the answer.
Shaking his head vigorously in the negative, he whispered, “No.”

“Good, well you know I'm just a bit jetlag myself,” She yawned as well, “Let’s go sleep.” She smiled at Patrick’s grin as he pulled her to his room, handing her a tee of his, and a pair of shorts she kept in his bottom drawer, to change into for the night. Sliding into Patrick’s cotton sheets felt like heaven for the both of them. Tangling their limbs together, and pressing their lips against each other’s for the final time that night, they fell into a content sleep. For them, sleep came easily and naturally, much like their relationship did.