by ZN Willett
He chuckled and we sat gazing at each other as we drank.
Christopher slid the box that he had been holding toward me. “I wanted to bring this over to you.”
“You didn’t have to buy me a gift.” I examined the box.
He laughed. “It’s not a bomb, Quinn. You can open it later, for Christmas.”
I placed it to the side. “You didn’t have to do that, Christopher.”
“I wanted too,” he said with that smirk.
“So, do you have any plans for Christmas?” I asked.
“The usual. Spending it with family. I hear Joseph is out-of-town?”
“He is. I’m spending Christmas with Lissa and Justin.”
“Justin seems like a good guy.”
“He is. I’ve known him since high school.”
“Oh, did you two ever . . .” His eyes hinted.
“Please, he was dating Lissa. Why would you think that?”
“You two seem very close.”
“We are, but that doesn’t mean that we had . . . at one time. You know Colby, men and women can be friends right?”
“I heard something about that. Although what fun would that be?” he said, with one brow arched.
“You truly are a man whore, aren’t you?”
He chuckled, feinting that I had wounded him. “Quinn, such crass words.”
“Come on, every time I see you, you have a different woman on your arm.”
He reached for my hand. “Are you jealous?”
“No! No . . . only stating a fact.” I pulled my hand out from under his.
“Funny coming from the same mouth that said it’s okay for two friends to sleep together. You did say that was what you were doing with that Guy, correct?”
I narrowed my eyes. “True, however I’m particular about who I sleep with.”
Damn it! I walked into that. He knew it, but let it go.
“I’m assuming you were wondering about the beautiful redhead I was with?” he asked.
“No one in particular.”
He stood up and walked around the counter to stand next to me. “Have you ever seen the owner of Fleur?”
Fleur was the bath products and amenities we used in our higher end hotels.
“No. I’ve only seen the reps that I was supposed to have had dinner with last night. Why are you asking?”
“That redhead that you saw me with, Brianna, she owns Fleur. You sent me the information and asked me to renegotiate our terms, remember?” he said, as his fingers brushed over mine.
“Is that how you were able to set up the ‘appointment’ last night?”
“I asked Brianna to do that as a favor for an old friend. Her partner and I were friends in college. At first, she was uncomfortable in misleading you. However, after I explained that you wouldn’t have dinner with me, she agreed to make the call.”
“A Colby asking for a favor? I’m sure that cost you something?” I chuckled, as I took a sip of juice.
He pushed my hair off of my shoulder before leaning in and whispered, “She asked me if you were worth all of the trouble.” I turned to face him, as he pressed in closer. “I told her you were well worth it.”
My eyes watched as he moved in closer, but my body quickly shot up. “Why don’t I refill your drink?”
I walked around the kitchen island; shaking the spell he always cast as his eyes followed me.
“I’ll have a glass of water instead—lots of ice.”
“Okay.”
I grabbed a glass—added the ice—and filled it with water. Christopher then stood next to me as we waited while the water spilled out of the refrigerator and into the glass.
Christopher barely drank the water, yet played with the ice cubes for a moment.
I opened the refrigerator door. “Well, if you’re hungry I have—”
His body pressed against mine as the chill of his breath tickled my ear. “Are you hungry, Quinn?”
His cool lips glided across the back of my neck, I couldn’t help but push back into him.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
His cold hand that had held onto the glass was now wrapped around my neck. He pulled my head back and huskily said, “I want all of you.”
I shook my head, yet my body pushed harder against him.
“You can’t keep fighting what you feel,” he uttered.
I moaned out as his other hand came around, sliding up my thigh. “Christopher . . . I . . .”
“You what? You want me to make you come?”
“Ahh.” Was the only sound that came out as his fingers started to stroke through my wet panties.
“Do you like that?” he asked, as he placed cold wet kisses on the side of my face.
We stood there for a brief moment grinding on each other as he circled my heated sex, before he whipped my body around to face him. Christopher’s eyes were hungry and my body was thrilled. Frantically in need and anticipation for what he was going to do next.
I didn’t have to wait long before he quickly untied my robe, letting it hang open, as he gazed upon my breasts. I grabbed hold of his waist, as he reached over to take another sip of water. When his face hovered over my chest, I gently ran my fingers through his silky hair. But when I felt the chill from the ice, I grabbed it, as I yelled out, “Christopher!”
He began to roll ice on my quivering bud with his tongue. The biting intensity of cold as he sucked and flicked almost brought me to the edge. My body began to shake as I tried to hold off the quickly growing sensation. When he took the other between his teeth and started to nibble and bite, I lost it.
What the hell!
It usually took me at least a minute or two to get worked up to the point of beginning to climax, nevertheless the demon touches me and my traitorous body explodes? WTH?
I stood there dumbfounded, turned on and a bit foggy until I heard, “Get out of your head, Quinn.”
My eyes focused on the man who was fixed on me. I hated, but at the same time loved how this man made me feel.
Both of our chests heaved as we stood staring and waiting.
Christopher’s hand brushed over my face as he moved the strands of hair behind my ear. “You are very beautiful.”
He kept repeating that as he began to shower me with kisses; anywhere that had exposed skin. My shoulder, my neck, my chest, my cheeks. He repeated those words over again until I found myself pinned between the kitchen island and him.
Christopher lifted me up and stepped in between my legs, while his lips continued to shower me with kisses. I focused on the feel of his lips until I felt a light breeze on my sex as he slid my panties off.
He took a step back, grabbed the glass, and took another sip. When he lowered himself, our eyes stayed locked as his mouth disappeared between my legs.
“Ahh . . .” From the coolness of his tongue.
“Haa.” From the coldness of the ice as he swirled it over me felt incredible.
When the heat from my sex started to melt the ice away, Christopher began to lick up every single bit of it.
My eyes stayed on his as waves began to ripple my core. Then I heard a faint knock, but I ignored it as Christopher’s stare penetrated mine.
Another knock, then the doorbell. Christopher’s eyes narrowed, but we both ignored it.
“Quinn!” Then a knock. I knew that voice.
Christopher’s furrowed brows showed that he heard it as well. He leaned back and I slid off the counter. “Hold that thought,” I said. I closed my robe, and looked through the peephole. Dang it! I ran back to the kitchen. “Stay here. This will only take a minute.”
I fixed myself up and cracked the door open.
“Did I wake you?” Guy stood there with a mischievous grin.
“No.”
“Good, surprise. I wanted to bring over your gift.”
“That was nice of you.” I kept the door cracked.
“Come on, open up.” He brushed passed me. I closed the door and turned
into a bear hug. “Merry Christmas, Quinn.”
Over his shoulder, I saw Christopher glaring at us. “Umm . . . Merry Christmas.”
Christopher then coughed, and made himself known.
“Oh, I didn’t realize someone was here.”
When they turned to face each other, I saw the surprised look on his face. “Guy, you remember Christopher.”
“Why is he here?” Guy asked, as he looked toward Christopher.
Christopher smiled. “I was eating Quinn.”
“With, eating with . . . we were eating . . . breakfast. I wasn’t expecting you.” He handed me the gift, and I placed it on the table next to the door. “You shouldn’t have.”
“You said you were going to be home all day.”
When I heard his voice yell my name I knew he wouldn’t leave. My car was out front and Guy was the type to snoop around.
“Maybe next time call?” Christopher added.
Guy stepped toward Christopher. “Who are you—”
“Hey, Christopher, why don’t you refill your drink?” I eyed him.
He smirked.
I blushed.
Guy looked pissed.
“Well Guy, remember next time . . .” He held his hand up to his ear symbolizing to call.
Guy waited for Christopher to leave the room then started in. “You’re seeing this guy now?”
“I work with Christopher.”
“Like that?” His eyes glided down my body.
I pulled my robe tighter. “I’m in my house and it’s none of your business.”
“You’re too smart to be played, Quinn.”
“Who are you to tell me—you come into my home and tell me I’m stupid?”
“Did you forget what he and his family did?”
“No, though for the company’s sake—”
“Bull! I held you while you broke down and cried!”
I lowered my voice. “It was a weak moment. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Joseph had a heart attack because of that dude!”
Guy looked behind me, but I had already heard Christopher’s heavy footprints.
“You are an idiot!” It had taken all of my resources to keep that information from the Colbys.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Christopher’s breath saturated my ear.
When I shifted to look at him, there was something different in his eyes.
“Why would she tell the very people who caused it, asshole?”
Christopher stepped quickly in front of Guy. “You don’t know me or my family! Continue and you will find yourself eating those words.”
“You’re a Colby, that’s all I need to know. Anyway, your sister’s ass is always front page—”
Christopher grabbed Guy around the collar and slammed him against the wall. “Christopher!” I ran over and placed my hands on his arm. “Stop it!” He released Guy from his hold.
Guy’s face turned red. “You’re going to pay for that—”
“Guy, please leave my house.” I ordered.
“Quinn . . .”
“Leave, now!”
He pointed to Christopher. “This is what you want? Some asshole that is obviously using you—”
Christopher reached forward again. “Christopher! Guy, if you don’t leave now I will be the one to throw you out on your ass.” He scrutinized me, as I opened the door next to him. Then I remembered why he was there. I reached for the gift and shoved it back into his hands. “Goodbye, Guy.”
“Quinn, I’m . . . you don’t have to.”
I pointed out the door. He looked over at Christopher and straightened up his shirt, before brushing past me as he exited. I turned around and looked at Christopher. “I think you had better go as well.”
His eyes widened and when I thought he was going to leave he shut the door behind me and pinned me against it. “Now your walls are back up?”
I shook my head. “No, however the fog that you seem to always cause has lifted. Nothing good will come from this.”
“If I knew at the time about Joseph—”
“What, you would have stopped trying to take his company? You would have brought that information to the Board. We both know that something like that is a game changer. No one wants a CEO who could die at any minute, and God forbid before year-end.”
“I would have never said anything.”
“After everything you have said and done, you think I can believe you?”
He leaned in closer, as he swept his nose over mine. “I could have said something the moment I found out, yet I didn’t.”
I pulled away. “You knew?”
“It was something you said in Tokyo, and I did some checking. I knew something was up, but couldn’t quite figure it out.”
“You ass! Here I thought—I should have known—you were seducing information out of me!”
I shoved him away from me, but he grabbed my arms and slammed them above my head as he pressed against my body. “I wasn’t going to use anything.”
As I tried to wiggle out of his grip, he pressed harder. “Let me go. I made a huge mistake and I shouldn’t have let my guard down with you, asshole.” I laughed to myself. “How was this ever going to work? The only reason we got together in the first place was that you were trying to sleep with me—you thought I was a prostitute.”
“I knew who you were the moment I saw you, Quinn!”
Our eyes locked. “But you wouldn’t let me tell you who I was?”
He brushed his lips behind my ear and whispered, “Or you didn’t want me to know.”
“That’s not true—”
“Yet, there you were.” He released one of his hands from mine and used it to creep up my thigh. “Letting a total stranger play with you,” he said, and emphasized it by the finger that glided through my folds.
As I took several shallow breaths, and allowed a moment of insanity—like the whore I had become lately—I pushed him from me. “You . . . this is not going to work.”
“Stop fighting it!”
“And how did you know?”
“I always need to see who my opponents are. You knew who I was . . .” His eyes narrowed. “Quinn?”
“I was too busy with Paris and my father to care who you were. I blamed Thomas, at first, before I realized he was having you do his dirty work.”
“You seem to like my dirty work just fine,” he stated, and stepped closer.
“What are you going to do with the information about my father?”
“Like I said before, nothing.”
“How do I know that?”
He smirked. “You’re going to have to trust me.”
Christopher flew home after I kicked him out of my house. I needed to think and he had other things on his mind. He knew who I was, and now he knew about Joseph. If that information got out, it would seal the CEO position for Thomas. How was I supposed to trust him? That and the fact that he knew who I was at the opening bothered me for the rest of the day. I had no clue he was Christopher at first, yet I was in his suite, and who else would have been there? I would have never purposely slept with the enemy.
Maybe subconsciously?
No! I wouldn’t have used myself to obtain information. I kept telling myself that, yet Christopher . . .
I went back and forth all day, and into the next, until I was across the table from Lissa and Justin.
“Nice.” Justin nodded with a cheesy grin.
Lissa and I had finished explaining my situation with Christopher to Justin in a creative way. The girls were seated at the table as well. Each one of us had our own munchkin to feed, mine was Missy. “I can’t believe he knew who I was?”
“Smooth move.”
“Justin, the man has been trying to . . . fudge me on every occasion.”
“Well, obviously he wants more than to eat cherries all day,” Lissa added.
“That was a pretty good date though Quinn,” Justin added. “Look, dudes don’t go through that kind of t
rouble for just anyone.”
“He’s rich, things come easy for him,” Lissa said to her husband.
“Well, if that were the case, he would have stopped chasing her ass . . . umm . . . playdo and gone on to another Lego.” Justin countered.
Lissa and I had stared at him before she asked, “What the heck are you talking about? Playdoh? Lego?”
“Babe, there’s only so many toys I can use to describe a situation.”
“Oh, I know.” She grinned.
“Eeww, this conversation is over,” I said.
Proper etiquette was to send a thank you or to call. I chickened out and sent an email.
The moment the phone rang I knew who it was on the other end.
“You liked the gift?” Christopher stated, confidently.
It was sitting next to me at my desk. “It was thoughtful Colby, how did you know?”
“I noticed them the first time I came over.”
“Well, thank you. I’m sure it placed a dent in your change purse.” Christopher had given me a snow globe for my collection. It was a temple and the base was jade. There were gems inside that replaced the usual snow. The way it sparkled, I was afraid to ask what they were.
“Did you have a nice Christmas, Quinn?”
I leaned an elbow on my desk. “I did, and you?”
“The usual Colby extravaganza. My mother always goes overboard. It’s her favorite time of the year.”
“Mothers can do that. So, any plans for New Years?”
Why did I ask that?
“Funny you mentioned that. I thought maybe we could go on date number two.”
“That wasn’t a date, Colby.”
He snickered. “You keep telling yourself that.”
“You know I only met Constance once, but I can see the influence.”
He laughed. “She’s been asking about you. She wants you to come for dinner when you return to New York.”
“Christopher . . .”
“Quinn, it’s going to be a new year and with that comes reflection. I would like to see where this can go between us. I might have made a few mistakes getting here—”
“Are you admitting that you’re not perfect?”
“Are you?”
“That’s not going to help your case, asshole.”