by S M Mala
‘I see. Playing hard to get are we?’ He’s re adjusting his erection. 'I swear you won’t regret having some of this.’ He pushes me up against the door again and his face is against mine.
‘You’re weird,’ I say looking into his naughty green eyes and feeling this over whelming surge of lust. I can’t help smiling. He’s a cheeky arsehole.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispers.
‘And you’re drunk with a hard on.’
‘No, I’m not. Come back to my hotel tonight.’
‘I’ve got Beth with me so forget it! You’re with Joan and I’m not getting involved.’
‘Do you want me for yourself, honey, is that it?’ He moves forward again, nibbling my neck and I know he’s getting a kick out of this while I’m horny as hell. ‘I’m flattered.’
‘I hardly know you.’
‘You know me well enough in certain areas-.’
‘You’ve been screwing my mother in law as well as me and heaven knows who else. You came to London, we had sex and you buggered off. Simple!’
‘I never touched your arse!’ He’s propped his arm up against the door, leaning over with a smile on his face. ‘It was good though.’
‘I’m not complaining but I don’t do things like that. I’m normal, boring and nice.’
‘That’s turning me on.’ Hal leans forward and kisses me. I desperately want to grab him but he is fondling my breasts and he squeezes them so well, I feel squeaky knickers coming on. He pulls away, stands back and looks down at me. ‘You know what, it’s inevitable.’
‘What? That I’m going to get a good kicking from Joan?’ I reach for the door handle and slope off to check on Beth, while he stands there laughing.
When I return to the noisy group, I mingle in the opposite corner of the room, looking at Hal flirt and Joan vying for his attention. I can’t keep my eyes off him and he knows it. Tonight, he’s radiating some sort of glow.
Everyone’s getting pissed and I can hear mother in law’s cackle. I’m starting to get drunk but aware Joan is flirting heavily with Hal, who keeps stroking his date. Bet they’re going to have an orgy.
I’d ask to join in if it wasn’t for the thought of fondling Joan’s bits that puts my lustful thoughts on hold
I see Joan beaming from ear to ear. What’s going on? Shit, Hal’s walking towards me and I shuffle nearer to Maggie.
‘Hide me,’ I say.
‘I’m not that wide,’ she replies and steps to the side.
‘Now you’re being mean,’ I snap as Hal stands directly in front of me looking down.
‘Hello,’ he says, filling my glass with champagne. ‘Is she behaving herself Maggie?’
‘Not if you’ve got anything to do with it,’ Maggie smiles and flashes Hal a flirtatious look. Hal laughs and plants a kiss on her lips. ‘Leave Belle alone, Hal. You’re going to cause problems.’
‘I can’t leave her just yet,’ he says turning to kiss me and I turn my head away so he kisses my cheek. ‘I know where these pretty little lips have been.’
‘Go away,’ I say then turn to a giggling Maggie. ‘And don’t encourage him by laughing.’
‘You’re turning into Joan, do you know that?’ Maggie says, sipping her drink.
‘Tell her to come back to the hotel with me,’ Hal says to Maggie. ‘She’s scared of Joan.’
‘And so you should be,’ Maggie warns and looks at the pair of us. ‘I don’t want to get involved as I know this is going to end in tears.’
‘No it’s not,’ Hal says looking smug. ‘And I don’t care.’
‘You will,’ snaps Maggie.
‘What about your date? Aren’t you going to take her home?’ I say nodding in the direction of the beauty now surrounded by nearly all the men in the room.
‘Trust me,’ he whispers into my ear as I try to see where Joan is. ‘She prefers girls and I think she might like you.’
‘What?’ I say looking at him.
‘Are you up for it?’ he says winking at me.
‘You cheeky-.’
‘Hello there,’ I hear Joan say standing inches away from us. ‘Is this a private party?’
‘I’m offering your daughter in law a job and she’s refusing me,’ he says smiling brightly and slipping an arm around her waist before mouthing the word ‘blow’ making Maggie laugh.
‘If she doesn’t want the job I’m sure you can find someone else of a higher standard,’ snipes Joan.
‘I’ll take it!’ I say glaring at her. ‘I would love to cook for you.’
‘Great,’ he smiles broadly.
‘Are you sure?’ Joan gives Hal a concerned look.
‘I think we should discuss it in the study,’ he smiles then turns to Joan. ‘Do you mind?’
‘Can’t you do it tomorrow?’ she says and glances at me with her cat’s arse face.
‘Meet me round my house tomorrow,’ he says smiling brightly. ‘What time will suit you?’
‘I have to get Beth a baby sitter,’ I say shrugging then glancing at Maggie who is shaking her head.
‘Why don’t we make it for nine in the morning? Joan, can you baby sit?’ he says looking at her then at me.
‘You’re better off going home tonight,’ Joan turns to me and I can see she’s not happy. ‘Leave Beth here. Are you going to test her Hal?’
‘Sure will,’ he says and grins before walking away.
‘You are definitely going to get in big shit with your mother in law,’ Maggie whispers. ‘I’ll pray for you.’
Ten
I get my things and head off home towards the bus stop.
Joan practically pushed me out of her home half an hour later after putting his address on a piece of paper and throwing it at me. I didn’t even get to kiss my child goodbye. And then she refused to lend me any money to get a cab home but it’s only a half an hour bus ride away.
I walk down the road laughing to myself about Hal. The cheek of it!
Oh no!
I think I’m being followed.
Right, I’ll hold on to my mobile phone in case something happens. The only good thing about having an old model is that it’s heavy enough to use as a lethal weapon.
Oh my god!
Someone has grabbed my waist and I go to swing for them, instantly frightened that I am going to die.
It’s Hal.
‘You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack,’ I say whacking him with my hand bag. ‘What are you trying to do to me?’
‘Why did you leave?’ He says slightly cowering as I continue my assault. ‘Will you stop?’
‘I should be beating the living crap out of you for trying to get down and dirty in her study,’ I yell.
‘Calm down baby.’
‘Don’t you ‘baby’ me,’ I snap. He shakes his head and smiles. ‘And now I’m your cook? You didn’t even interview me.’
‘You’ve got the job,’ Hal grins. ‘We have to talk about terms.’
‘What terms?’ I can’t see why he finds this amusing.
‘And you’ll need the address for tomorrow morning?’ he continues.
‘Your woman practically rammed it down my throat,’ I say, trying to calm my heart. ‘You’re serious aren’t you? What makes you think I want to work for you?’
‘I give excellent perks,’ he laughs. ‘Some of which you’ve had.’
‘You want to hire me so you can screw me, is that it?’
Now I don’t know whether to be insulted or flattered because yet again my culinary skills are being dismissed.
‘Are you coming to my hotel?’ Hal says and steps closer. ‘You’re not going to hit me again are you?’
‘Why are you staying in a hotel if you’ve got a house?’
‘It’s not finished. I move in next week and then you can start working for me,’ Hal replies now inches away from my face.
‘How do you know Joan’s not following you?’ I say peering around his shoulders.
‘Because she knows you’re the last pe
rson in the world I’d sleep with,’ he quietly says.
‘And why’s that?’ Should I ask these questions?
‘Because I never screw the hired help,’ he says diplomatically. ‘But on this occasion, I’m changing my mind.’
‘And you think while I’m whisking you up some eggs you’ll stuff your sausage in me?’ I say pretty loudly that a man with a dog looks slightly horrified by my comment. ‘Anyway, I have other jobs so I can’t be your cook.’
‘It’s only for occasional dinner parties, not every day. God I’d get sick of you within a week,’ he smiles and kisses me on the lips. ‘Come to my hotel. I need to test your finger work.’
Twenty minutes later I’m in the same room I was in with him weeks ago.
‘Do you want a drink?’ he asks pouring out large measures of brandy into glasses.
‘This isn’t a good idea,’ I say knowing full well I’m tricking granny.
‘Why not?’ he says handing me a glass. ‘We get to spend the night together and you get a baby sitter thrown in too.’
‘That baby sitter is Joan,’ I say taking a swig and slightly choking.
‘Drink that and come to bed,’ he says walking to the bedroom.
‘Is that’s why you brought me here because I easily spread for you.’
‘Just come to bed, margarine,’ he sniggers.
‘This isn’t right.’ I’m contemplating following him in the bedroom. So easily swayed, I am. ‘What makes you think I’ll sleep with you?’
‘Your knickers are half way down your legs, Belle,’ he shouts which makes me smile. ‘And you know I’ll give you the time of your life.’
I sprint into the bedroom, tearing off my clothes to his amusement.
He pushes me onto the bed then turns me over, massaging down my back and I can feel his hands gently caressing me, his lips flickering over my skin. His fingertips are easing away my stress and his tongue is making me tingle.
‘Do you like this?’ he whispers into my ear, massaging my shoulders and pulling my hair away to kiss the back of my neck.
‘Whatever you’re doing is great,’ I sigh
‘Turn over,’ he whispers and I do as I’m told. He tenderly places his mouth on mine and is stroking my body and I feel his hands gently glide over me.
Oh god, I’ve gone all horny.
He’s kissing my breasts and I touch his hair. I close my eyes and feel his tongue lick my nipples, he gently bites them as his hand is squeezing my arse. He moves down and nibbles my thighs then he turns upside down and I see this dark mound heading towards me.
Now he could be trying to kill me here but I open up my gob.
What a mouthful!
Sucking gently on it, I hear him groan as he buries his head between my legs. I’m getting hotter and the ability to suck is getter harder, as he’s working hard. I can’t help it. His tongue is amazing and I’m afraid I’m going to bite his dick off.
‘I’m going to-.’ I gag trying to get his knob out of my gob.
‘I know,’ he says, coming up for a second before delving back in. I groan as my spasms convulse my body and grind my hips into his face. I’m trying not to crush his head with my lumpy thighs.
What did I say about not letting him get between my legs again? I really do talk bollocks sometimes, talking of which, his are slightly banging my face.
He quickly turns around, ripping a condom open then placing it in my mouth. Gently, I roll it down his bulbous head and use my fingers to put it all the way down.
‘Good girl,’ he says and pulls my legs up, pushing them back then rams his dick in. I’m taken away by the force but I’m not complaining. He’s looking at me as he reaches his climax. Not once did he divert his stare and it makes me hornier than I ever thought possible.
‘You’re adorable,’ he says and I’m not sure how to take his comment as he squeezes out his last drop of juice. Flopping down onto the bed, he strokes my hair. I open my mouth to say something and he puts a finger to my lips before saying,
‘Please don’t spoil it or I’m going to have to permanently shove my dick down your throat!’
Hal is sleeping. His hair is tousled against the pillow. Without a doubt, I could easily slip into having a fling with him, except for a few problems.
Hal keeps everything close to his chest.
I’m not his type.
He has been banging my mother in law
He thinks I’m easy (he has got a point).
He might not want to see me again.
And he is now my employer.
I get up and walk to the balcony as I start to feel guilty. It’s a lovely, quiet Sunday morning in London. I check the seat and it’s dry, so I sit and relax.
‘Morning!’ He comes over and kisses me. Even first thing he looks good with his bright smile. I can see why it must be a joy to wake up with him. ‘Do you want some breakfast?’
He dials reception as I shrug my shoulders. He turns his back to me and I get the chance to eye him up and down in his dressing gown. The man’s gorgeous, even from the back.
‘I think I should go and pick up Beth,’ I say casually. ‘What if Joan turns up at my door and I’m not there?
‘Everything’s going to be fine, I’ll drop you off,’ he says stroking my hair. ‘And Joan never gets up before eight unless it’s an emergency and it’s just gone seven.’
‘I’m not convinced,’ I say, while I slap his face as it rests on my shoulder. He puts his hand in my dressing gown and pinches my nipple.
‘You’ll laugh about it in years to come,’ he says, releasing me and sitting at the table.
‘Really?’
Pictures of me being stabbed or strangled, or both, by Joan come flashing into my head and it looks like a painful death.
‘What are you thinking?’ he asks, glancing over before opening the paper.
‘You wouldn’t want to know.’
‘Why are you grimacing?’ He is now looking at me with concern. ‘Are you alright?’
‘Well now you’ve asked, not really?’
‘Tell me,’ he says and opening The Sunday Times.
‘Don’t you want to talk about this bloody situation?’ I say, beginning to see he’s not bothered about what he’s been up to.
‘What situation?’ he calmly says and smiles to himself.
‘I’m Joan’s daughter in law,’ I say.
‘Probably once removed because your husband is dead,’ he says lightly.
‘She’s going to kill me.’
‘You should have thought about that before we had sex in Devon,’ Hal gently says. ‘Are you scared of her?’
‘No,’ I say hoping he won’t see though my trembling knees. ‘I don’t know anything about you Hal.’
‘What do you want to know,’ he says, snapping the paper as he folds it and places it on his lap.
‘I don’t know,’ I say slightly panicked at being put on the spot. ‘You know more about me than I do about you.’
‘So ask away,’ he replies, tilting his head to one side.
‘What’s your favourite colour?’
‘You’re joking?’ he asks, looking slightly bemused. ‘You’re not joking?’
‘You asked me what I wanted to know and-.’
‘Blue!’ he quickly replies. Funny, he seems unimpressed.
‘What’s your favourite food?’
‘That depends on who I’m eating,’ he grins.
‘Don’t you mean what?’ I smile because I know I’m not going to get anywhere with this conversation.
‘Let’s go back to bed,’ he gently says.
‘Where did you make your money?’ I ask ‘matter of fact’ as his face changes.
‘I develop property and bars.’
‘So you do really work?’ and I can’t hide my surprise in my voice
‘Yes,’ he laughs and shakes his head. ‘What did you think I did? How do you think I can afford to stay here? I do work you know, I’m not some sort of gigolo.’
> ‘I see,’ I innocently say knowing that’s exactly what I thought. ‘Are you’re on a working trip?’
‘Yes and no? Is that it? Can we stop so I can read the paper?’
‘Where were you born?’
‘St Thomas’s Hospital,’ he says sighing and opening up the paper.
‘What, in London?’
‘Yes.’
‘No! I thought you were American.’
‘I have dual citizenship,’ he says. ‘You sound impressed.’
‘You’re a Londoner so you’ve gone up in my estimation.’
‘Thanks,’ he frowns.
‘So the accents not fake,’ I tease.
‘No!’ he snaps. I think I better shut up if I want get my wicked way with him again. ‘I was born in London and brought up in New Orleans then moved to San Francisco. Is that enough information?’
There’s a knock on the door and I look at him in a slight panic.
‘Just chill out,’ he says. ‘It’s breakfast.’
I watch him as he returns to the table with a tray and puts it down in front of me.
‘I’m not hungry,’ I reply looking at the food feeling sick.
‘You have an interview at 9. 00am, don’t forget,’ he seriously says.
‘You’re joking?’
‘No I’m not.’
‘Can I ask you one last question?’ I say taking a piece of bacon and eating it. ‘How many women are you screwing at the moment?’
The filthy look I’ve received is priceless.
‘That’s none of your business, is it?’ he quietly replies fixing his eyes on me
‘Is there a chart counting down to number one?’ I snigger. ‘Am I in there?’
‘No.’
‘No chart?’
‘You’re not in it,’ he smirks and I’m tempted to push him over the balcony and walk off.
Cheeky bastard!
It’s not long before he drops me off home and kisses me on the nose.
‘Don’t be late,’ he seriously says.
‘I don’t want to be your cook,’ I moan. ‘If you want to shag me on the sly then I don’t really mind.’
‘You’re ready to face Joan’s wrath?’ he laughs out before pushing my hair away from my face. ‘You know this is just a sex thing? There’s no relationship.’