“Katie, are you OK?” were the next words that registered as she shook herself back to reality.
“Of course.” Katie responded quickly leaning forward to take another sip of brandy. “Why on earth shouldn't I be?”
“I don't know. It was as if you weren't here anymore. Would you like me to go?” Peter replied.
“Oh no, I'm fine, really.” Katie looked at him and smiled, gently reaching out to touch his hand. As she did so, their eyes locked and a silent message seemed to fly between them.
Peter nodded, paused as if making up his mind about something, and then said, in a lower tone.
“Would you like to come up to my room for another drink?”
There, it was out in the open. A clear invitation to take things further.
Katie was momentarily speechless. The normal Katie, the sensible one who had diligently worked hard at school, got good grades, went to university and now had a good job that paid well, would have said “fuck off” because to issue such a blatant invitation so soon after meeting showed that this man was extremely arrogant and was obviously used to girls falling at his feet and subsequently disrobing, probably fairly quickly. He probably had a bet on with his friends at the bar to see how quickly he could get into her knickers! These were the men that Katie normally steered well clear of and actively hated.
But, then there was the headstrong Katie, the Katie who got into trouble aged six whilst swimming across the local reservoir near her home and had to be rescued. The Katie who all too regularly stayed out late with her friends in her teens and failed to tell her parents and the girl who, on a whim, packed her bags and went to the Middle East to work at an orphanage in her gap year. This Katie found herself unwittingly attracted to the man sitting next to her - her boss of all people! With the combination of the drink, the environment and culmination of her heavy work week, she found herself unbelievably saying yes, that would be very nice thank you.
She purposefully avoided the looks of the people left drinking at the bar as she felt his arm steer her out of the room and towards the lifts. As the doors slid behind them, Katie felt his hand slip around hers. Nothing was spoken and. at that moment, it did not matter that she had only set eyes on this man a few hours previously or that she just did not DO one night stands. All these potential thoughts were obliterated by feel of her pounding blood as it raced around her body. It felt as though her skin was on fire and her senses seemed to be heightened to levels she had never encountered before. Despite her years and relative experience, no one had ever made her feel like this. Ever!
The lift doors opened with a hum on the sixth floor.
“Shall we?” said Peter, gently steering her out and left along the heavily carpeted corridor. All the rooms on this floor were plush suites and they stopped outside “The Dauphinoise”. Peter extracted his key card and with a confident jerk, he swiped it through the lock and the door clicked open. He pushed it and led her into the softly lit room.
Once in, he turned to her. Their faces were only inches apart as his hands slid slowly to either side of her face.
“Can I just say that you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life,” he murmured as his eyes roamed her face.
“Mmmn, I'm certain that's not true,” whispered back Katie, knowing deep down he probably said this to all the girls. But, at that moment, it made her feel as though her excursion up to his room was not just a seedy trip to instant and forgettable sex.
Very slowly, Peter lowered his lips to within a few inches of Katie's. She could smell the aroma of the brandy on his breath and gently inhaled the fragrance of earlier applied lotion. Her heart was thumping and the dull ache that she had experienced earlier had turned into a molten volcano ebbing and flowing within her. She had never felt anything like it and, as the tingling in her nipples and between her legs grew to an almost unbearable intensity, she pulled his lips down onto hers.
At first their lips danced around each other, planting little kisses along the length of their mouths. Then she felt the tip of his tongue dart out and tentatively touch hers. This is great kissing, she thought, as her hand pulled his head harder towards hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth with stronger darting movements and he responded immediately.
Their intimate dance continued for what seemed like an age. Their lips got wider and wider as each tongue pushed further and further inside the other's mouth. His hands were behind her now, crushing her breasts against his chest and then moving lower to cup her buttocks and pull them to him. She immediately felt his hard tool against her pelvis and she gave a gasp. Her hand dropped to his bottom and she squeezed it tightly, marvelling in its firmness. She couldn't help but thrust herself out and up to him, grinding his cock against herself and feeling her insides gush as she did so.
Peter gasped and drew back his head.
“Are you really ready for this?” he said and, responding to Katie's ecstatic nodding, he led her to the bed.
They kissed again and Katie felt his hands gently pull her blouse out of her trousers. His hands snaked under the loose tails and, as his hands played lightly on the skin of her back, she felt a tingle shoot up her spine. She started undoing his shirt, all the while looking into his eyes.
“God, I want you,” he murmured, with genuine lust in his eyes. He feverishly helped her with the rest of his buttons and pulled his shirt off. Katie stared at his chest, taking in the toned chest and flat, firm stomach, with just a smattering of hairs sprinkled across and around his pecs. Her hands slid down his arms and over his biceps. The roar in her ears, head and body was now a crescendo and her loins had turned to a molten lush. She heard herself groan and threw her head back in delight as he once again crushed her body to his and started kissing her neck and shoulders. She found herself grinding her pelvis into his, feeling his hard cock pressing urgently into her. More than ever, she wanted to release it, feel it in her hand, taste it in her mouth and then guide it deep into her body. These totally lustful feelings were quite overwhelming and a total revelation to Katie. Sure, she had enjoyed her fair share of physical relationships, but none had made her feel like this…..not even close.
She felt his hand ease down her back and snake around to the front, his palm flat against her pubis and his middle finger working gently against her pubic area through her jeans. She gasped as the gushing sensation turned instantly into a concentrated focus of pleasure. She knew that if he continued, she was probably going to have an immediate orgasm there and then and that feeling made her want him even more. His hand wandered up and, releasing the top button of her trousers with an ease that could only come with considerable practice (she registered in the back of her mind, albeit fleetingly), he slipped his hand in, his fingers probing as he pushed them down to her panties. She sucked in her stomach to allow an easier entry and gasped as she felt his middle finger make contact with her now throbbing clitoris. She reached up and kissed him harder, gently rotating her pelvis to encourage his deepening exploration. She knew she must be incredibly wet by now but, even so, revelled in his gasp as his finger encountered her slippery labia and gently parted the lips to slip into her. Unbelievably for Katie, she felt the first waves of an orgasm start to build up and clenched her buttocks in response.
It was at that precise moment that her phone rang.
She would look back later and imagine many times what would have been if it had not gone off. But it did, and in that split second, a spell was shattered. Peter continued to kiss her murmuring for her to ignore it, to throw it away, but she could not.
Not that she particularly cared who it was, just that, in a moment, the enormity of what had been about to take place hit her like a jug of iced water. She was potentially about to ruin her life on a wave of emotional and sexual excitement that would only, she knew, last a split second in the timeline of her mortality.
She broke free and answered the call, pulling her blouse together with the other hand.
“Hi Katie, it’s m
e. I just wanted to make sure you had managed to get through the evening without falling into the spell of the evil Mr. Peter Jarvis,” said Hugo, his voice slightly slurred by what Katie presumed to be a late night drink.
“Yeah, sure, sure.” said a totally disorientated Katie, as she turned into the hotel room to face away from Peter. “No problem, no problem at all.”
“Are you OK then?”
“Yeah, look I had nodded off. That's why I sound a bit odd. The phone startled me.”
“Oh, sorry, I'll let you sleep then. Sorry. See you tomorrow. Sleep well.” Hugo finished, his voice half expecting her to continue talking.
“Yes, night.” Katie pushed the stop button and stuffed the phone into her jeans pocket. With trembling fingers she did up her jeans, re-arranged her blouse and tucked it in. She turned to look at Peter, and took a deep breath.
“I have to go. Now. Thanks for the drink.” She walked towards the door and turned sideways to push past him. He started to speak, but the determined look on her face seemed to stop him in his tracks. He shrugged and, resigned, held up his hand.
“Great to meet you,” he said as she disappeared out of the door and into the corridor. She heard the door slam as she pushed the lift call button and waited. All she wanted to do now was to get back to the sanctuary of her room, climb into bed and burrow down underneath the sheets. As the lift pinged and the doors slid open, she thankfully entered and pushed her floor button. The doors closed and she pressed herself against the wall – her body still a mass of quivering desire. She knew that her heart was screaming to return to the warm and sensual embrace of one Mr. Peter Jarvis, but her head was very definitively telling her to retreat as quickly as possible.
The lift doors opened on her floor and she stumbled along the corridor, opened her door with still trembling fingers and fell into the room.
Not stopping to remove her make up or clean her teeth, Katie ripped off her clothes and climbed into bed. All she could feel was the touch of his hands, his lips upon hers and her head swum with the sheer emotion of the last few hours. After a while she fell into a troubled and disturbed sleep.
CHAPTER 3
Katie awoke the next morning as the morning light grew strong enough to penetrate the thick curtains that hung at her bedroom windows. She groaned, rolled over to pick up her watch and look at the time. It was 8.30a.m. Katie rolled back and it took a moment for her to remember the events of last night. Her stomach lurched and flipped and she felt a small wave of panic flood over her. At the same time, her pussy throbbed slightly and her breasts felt tender and sensitive. She cupped both in her hands and gently rubbed the nipples with her fingers. Instantly her body was on fire again and she felt the liquid warmth well between her legs.
In one motion, she yanked the sheets off and climbed out of bed. She simply did not understand what was in control of her body and the unrequited lust that she felt was totally at odds with all her previous physical encounters.
She went into the bathroom and groaned at the sight that greeted her in the mirror. Her hair was messed and her eyes black and smudged where her mascara had run in the night. On top of that, her head throbbed with a slight hangover from the wine and brandy and her mouth was dry. She gulped back a glass of cold water, shook her head and got into the shower, adjusting the heat of the water to as hot as she could manage it.
The scalding cascade made her feel at least a little bit human again and, by the time she had dressed and packed her bag, she felt back in control, or at least some semblance of control. Checking the time, she cast a final glance around her room to make sure nothing had been left and walked into the corridor. Ridiculously, she felt like some sort of spy as she tentatively looked around the corner to the lift area. Seeing that it was clear, she gingerly approached and pushed the down button. Hoping against hope that Peter Jarvis would not be in the lift, she breathed a huge sigh of relief when the doors finally opened to reveal an older couple. Smiling and muttering a muted “bonjour” Katie entered the lift with her bag and pushed the ground floor button to close the doors.
To her intense relief, the lobby was clear and Katie was able to check out, claim a taxi and drive off to the airport without any further encounters with her boss. The flight home was uneventful and Katie was relieved to get back to her desk on the second floor of her office in the heart of London’s West End. After the usual “how was your trip?” pleasantries with nearby colleagues, Katie unpacked her briefcase and spread all the relevant documents out on her desk. She switched on the computer and clicked the receive mail button on outlook. Her in box indicated over hundred messages being delivered, but she knew she had already seen the majority on her phone.
Quickly scanning the new ones, she noted that there was nothing of huge importance and so she turned her attention to sorting out the documents collected from the last few days. She knew there would a large amount of paperwork to deal with, not to mention the liaison with her project implementation team sitting in the next room. She took a huge sigh and rubbed her face. The turmoil of the previous night was having an effect and all Katie wanted to do was to get back to her flat, curl up with a glass of wine and watch some good TV – but she knew that was not going to happen for a couple of hours.
The phone by her side let out a harsh ring. Katie picked it up, recognising the extension number in the phone display to be her immediate boss, Sue Spears.
“Hi Sue,” she said.
“Katie, Hi.....good trip? When can we sit down and chat about your meetings?”
“Now, if you like.” Katie responded. “I haven't yet sorted anything out but I can give you the heads up.”
“Great, see you in a tick then.” Sue put her phone down and Katie reached for her notebook. Sue had been her boss all the time Katie had been at Shire Electronics and Katie felt they had a good relationship. She was in her late thirties and led the business development team…..and did so pretty successfully if their growing revenue figures were anything to go by. Her manner was sometimes combative.....too combative in Katie's mind, but she tended to get the job done.....and she was highly thought after by the senior management. As Katie considered this, her stomach did another flip. What on earth would Sue say if she knew what had occurred last night? Katie reckoned that she would not be impressed, not least because Sue perceived she was the prize catch - being single, successful and pretty attractive for her age. Katie shuddered to think of the fallout that might occur if word got out that she, little old Katie McGovern from business development, had almost slept with Peter Jarvis!
With this thought in mind, Katie made her way down the row of offices and into Sue's at the end of the corridor. She was on the phone but she smiled broadly at Katie and beckoned her in to sit down on the sofa in the far end of the corner office.
“Great, great, we'll get that order processed and our team will be with you first thing next week. Great, thanks, bye.” Sue finished the call with a flourish and smile and put the phone down.
“So, Katie, I gather your trip went well. Logistics France has already been in contact with the legal department and the paperwork is being drawn up. Well done.”
“Thanks,” replied Katie with a smile. “There's still a huge amount to do and the timelines are horrible, but we can do it OK. They went for the intermediate solution we offered them to start, with a full scale implementation sometime next year.”
“Fantastic, that's a great client to be working with. When do you think we can get a full spec drawn up for the progress team?”
“I'll start working on it over the weekend and get it finished by Monday or Tuesday at the latest. I'll need to get input from you as well. Do you know which team leader will be handling this? I'd like Chris Marchant or David Keenly if possible.”
“I'll have to liaise with them.....see who's free but it shouldn't be a problem. Logistics will be an important client for us. I know management have been trying to get in there for ages - it's a great coup.” Sue replied with a smile. “It
will make this department, and you, look really good.”
Katie paused wondering if there was a hidden meaning in those words. She decided there wasn't and smiled back.
“I had better get back then,” she said as she rose.
“Speak soon. Keep me updated.”
As Katie sat down again at her desk, her mobile rang. She glanced at the display and saw it was her mum. She raised the phone to her ear and pressed the answer button.
“Hi Mum. I'm back from France now and in the office. Are you OK? Are we still on for the weekend?”
“Hello dear. Yes we're fine and we'd love to see you. Is Sunday lunch ok? I can cook a roast. I know Dad would like that.”
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