Break My Fall (Broken)

by Chloe Walsh

  The hell if I knew. I had no idea what I was doing anymore. Fuck, I thought I was just warning Dixon off, but now I couldn’t move away. I flattened my right hand against her stomach, and used my left hand to tilt her chin up. I kissed her, softly at first, but she moaned into my mouth and I lost control. I turned her in my arms and pulled her roughly against me. Her hands slipped into my hair. Fuck, I loved it when she did that, her touch was so gentle. It was as if she was treasuring me.

  LEE

  Oh my god Kyle was kissing me again. I knew I should pull back, but my heart disagreed. The lights were so dark in the club; I could barely see him. But I could smell him and oh god I could feel him. I wanted him closer. I wanted to climb into him. I tugged on his hair, and he growled into my mouth, grinding himself against me. I could feel his erection, digging into my belly. I wanted him so bad. I needed him to take this further, because I wasn’t sure how to.

  I ran my hand down his chest and gripped his belt buckle, hoping he would get the hint. He did. He sank his teeth into my lip and tugged it. It should have hurt but I was too aroused to feel anything but desire. When he released my lip, he ran his tongue over it, and I sagged against him,

  “Do you want me?” I asked, opening my eyes to look up at him. His eyes were full of lust. He looked crazed with hungered desire. “I shouldn’t,” he whispered as he cupped my cheeks with his hands. “You should,” I countered bravely, taking one of his hands and placing it on my breast. He shuddered, and closed his eyes. I could feel his hand trembling as he muttered a string of curse words.

  His eyes flashed open suddenly and he jerked his hands back. “Fuck,” he hissed, before stalking off, leaving me standing on the dance floor, watching him walk away from me, taking my heart with him.

  LEE

  Kyle was avoiding me. It was obvious. It wasn’t the typical storming out of the room whenever he saw me kind of avoidance; he was too smooth for that. Instead he chose to regard me with the whole ignorance is bliss theory. I tried not to care. I was busy with work and rarely at home during the day anymore. I had Linda pile so many extra shifts on me at the hotel that I shouldn’t have had time to think about Kyle.

  I still did though, constantly. He wasn’t the type of man, a girl could forget. He was polite to me at dinner or it the others were around. That’s where it ended though. He never touched me, or stood too close. He avoided sitting next to me, and always excused himself from the room when we were left on our own. But the tension between Kyle and I was still there, simmering away beneath the surface.

  I pretended not to notice the looks he gave me when he thought I wasn’t looking or the way his eyes followed me around the room. I tried not let him get to me but couldn’t stop the shredded feeling inside of me. They were all returning to college soon. I was secretly jealous of them, their opportunities were limitless, mine less so. I had brains, just no opportunity to use them, other than reading.

  I thought about the evening two weeks ago, when Kyle came back from one of his business trips. I had decided to join in a game of poker with Derek and his friends Dixon and Mo. I was sitting beside Dixon listening to him teaching me the rules when Kyle had strolled into the room. He sat in the armchair opposite to where I was on the floor, observing the game with a look of thunder on his face. Whenever Dixon had leaned too close to me, or left his hand on mine too long, Kyle had shifted in his chair, or cleared his throat.

  His boiling point had been when I won a round and Dixon had kissed my cheek. I hadn’t wanted Dixon to touch me, much less kiss me but I had remained still. Kyle hadn’t. He had practically jumped out of the chair and stormed off, slamming the sitting room door after him. I had gone after him, unsure as to why. But I had. “Is everything okay Kyle?” I had asked when I found him in the back yard. He was leaning against the garden wall, pressing his forehead against the cool stone. He swung around when I spoke. Glaring at me, he spat, “Is everything okay? How could anything be okay with you here?” He had then proceeded to kick over a flowerpot, implying some snide comment that ‘he guessed I was just the same as the rest of them’ before storming off back into the house.

  After that, life was miserable in the house. Kyle made rude, suggestive comments whenever he had the opportunity and I stayed in my room more when I was home. I wasn’t sure why he had been so angry with me for playing poker. I guessed it was to do with mixing with his friends. I didn’t join in any more poker games, or go downstairs when they were having a party. I kept away from Kyle and his tumultuous mood swings.

  KYLE

  She was driving me fucking insane. I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my head, or the feel of her when she’d been pressed up against me. I wanted in her so bad, I thought my balls would shrivel up and fall off.

  I’d fucked more women in the past few weeks in a bid to get Lee out of my head that I’d lost count. That didn’t help though; I’d just imagined her face every time I came, which defeated the purpose. She was taunting me on purpose, fucking flaunting around the place, flirting with Dixon.

  At the club, she’d asked me if I wanted her? Was she crazy? Of course, I fucking wanted her, that’s why I walked away from her that night. I was doing this for her. I wished she wouldn’t make it so goddamn hard for me. I should be relieved she flirted with Dixon. I couldn’t have her, and he was doing me a favour. Then why did I feel like ripping his and every guy who looked at hers’ head off?

  “Dude, where are you going? We have class in like ten minutes?” Derek called from across the campus quad. I shook my head, “I gotta sort something out.” Fuck, this was harder than I thought it would be. I’d managed work and school last year without a hitch. But Lee, was throwing a spanner in the works and my head was all over the place.

  LEE

  I arrived to work ten minutes early. I wanted to get a head start on my chores. I had been working at the hotel for two months, and was settling into a comfortable routine.

  Every day I clocked in, checked the room roster, grabbed my cleaning cart and set off in the staff elevator. I liked to start on the eighth floor and work my way down to the first. I was scrubbing on the skirting boards in the first floor corridor when Linda’s voice called from behind me.

  “There you are,” she said as she rushed towards me. I looked up from my hands and knees position on the floor. “I need you downstairs in the Mr Carter’s office ASAP.” She pulled me up and started loading my cloths and spray onto my trolley. “I’ll get this put away but you better get downstairs.”

  I stood and straightened my dress. “Okay, is there something wrong?” I was nervous. Linda never asked to do anything besides work my cleaning route before. “Yes and no. Mr Carter is here and he is a little angry. I went over his head hiring you; he usually does the hiring and the firing.” Firing? I swallowed a gulp, my hands fluttered to my chest.

  “Oh don’t worry Hun; he’s not the worst of them. He just didn’t realise I hired you. He probably just wants to scope you out.” She smiled at me sympathetically, “Go on now, don’t keep him waiting.” She gave me a little shove towards the elevator.

  KYLE

  I couldn’t sit still. I was so pissed. Linda was pressing my buttons again. I told her time and again that I wasn’t hiring anymore kids. And what did she do? Hire a teenager, a fucking teenage girl.

  I moved over to the desk and grabbed the envelope with a tasty cheque I had written out. It would soften the blow of being let go. Linda really should have known by now that young girls didn’t work out here. I thought of the last disaster we had involving a minor member of staff. I had to pull in some major P.R rep to cover up that dung heap of drama. God dammit, it was so hard to find good staff these days.

  There was a small knock on the door. “Come in,” I called, still facing the window that looked out onto the street. I hated firing people. It wasn’t something I enjoyed or relished doing, but it had to be done. After Mindy Simmons and her scandalous affair with a certain guest and politician, I was not going to have
another young girl drag the hotel’s name through the gutter. Hell no, I was never going to be incriminated in that type of farce again. Fucking women.

  I heard the door open and close but didn’t turn around. I didn’t even want to look this kid Linda was so obviously fond of in the eyes. Linda had spoken up for her this Delia kid. Apparently, the girl was a doing a fantastic job in housekeeping and had yet to make a mistake, but I couldn’t risk it.

  “I’m sorry to call you in here like this but I’m afraid your services will no longer be required.” I heard a snivelling me but didn’t turn. Awh damn, I needed a drink. Making young girls cry was not something I was proud of. “I have enclosed a severance cheque for your inconvenience. You’ll find I have been more than generous. I hope it will tie you over until you find employment elsewhere.”

  When she didn’t answer I turned to look at the girl and my breath caught in my throat. What the hell was she doing here? “You’re firing me? Did I do something wrong?” she asked with tears rolling down her cheeks. Shit, fuck, shit.

  “Lee?” I asked, totally confused by her being here, and totally turned on by the way she looked in that uniform. I walked over to where she was leaning against the closed door. “I thought your name was Lee?” She nodded, looking up at my with pale grey eyes wild with fear. “It is, I mean it’s what people call me. My full name is Delia. Lee is a nickname that stuck. I prefer it to Delia.” God, irony was a cruel bitch. “Shit,” I growled harshly, pulling at my tie to loosen it. How the fuck was this happening to me, it was hard enough to stay away from her at the house, but now she was in my goddam office dressed like that. My eyes narrowed, realisation dawning on me.

  “Did you know I owned this place? Did Cam tell you? Did you think you’d get a job here, just because you live with the boss?” I shook her shoulder to make her look at me. “What the fuck kind of game are you playing? What are you up to? Did some little bird tell you I was a good cash in?” She flinched away from me. “I’m not playing any game I swear. I didn’t know you worked here until I walked into this room.” I wasn’t naïve enough to believe her. I knew women; they trapped men with money, or tried to. Was that it? Was that why Lee was here? Had she watched Rachel do it and thought she’d jump on the band waggon? How convenient it was that she appeared at my house out of nowhere and now in my hotel as well.

  I stared at her trying to read the lies in her expression, but only saw the truth in her eyes. “I don’t play games Kyle, ever.” She placed her small hand on my forearm, her voice no more than a whisper. “Whatever kinds of women you are used to dealing with, they’re not me.” No, they were definitely nothing like Lee Bennett. “I’m not sure why you hate me so much,” she whispered, blushing, “But I’m not trying to trick you. And I don’t want your money. I promise.”

  Was she serious? Lee thought I hated her? She couldn’t be more wrong. I was obsessed with her. I was an ass to her because it was the only way to keep her away from me because I sure as hell couldn’t stay away from her. I had promised Cam I’d keep my distance and I took my promises seriously. Yeah I had caved a few times but I hadn’t taken her. Rachel’s reaction had been the rude awakening I needed. I had to stay away from Lee. But dammit, she didn’t make it easy on me. Strutting around the house, flirting with Dixon, and now standing in my office, dressed like that…

  “How did I not know this was where you worked? How did I not see you in that?” I ran my hands over her dress and she shivered. “I get changed here. Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispered. I was nearly insane from watching and not touching. The look of desire in her eyes made me move closer. Fuck, she wanted me. I had no doubt about it. It was obvious from the way her eyes kept flicking from my eyes to my mouth. I had been with enough women to know the signs. I leaned down towards her mouth. “You, looking at me like that…” I traced my fingers against her lips and she gasped. “You’re gonna cause me some big problems princess.” I could not stop myself; I touched my lips to hers.

  My first mistake was touching her, my second was tasting her. I knew I was deep trouble when I heard her sexy little moan as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I should stop this. I needed to stop. This was so wrong, and my balls would be nailed if Cam found out let alone Rachel. But Lee pressed her curvy little body against me and all thought and reason flew out the window.

  I grabbed her ass, hoisting her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around me as I pressed her against the door feeling every soft curve and angle of her beautiful body. My lips moved to her neck, my hands to the back of her dress. I thanked god for my choice of uniform as I pulled down her zipper. Fuck Cam, I needed this, I needed to get this damn girl out of my system. Once I fucked her, I could get on with my life, and not be so obsessed.

  I placed her on her feet and busied myself with pulling the shoulders of her dress down. Her breasts fell out and I groaned. “Damn baby, you don’t wear a bra?” I ducked my head to taste those sweet nipples. She was shaking. “I can’t,” she moaned, “my uniform is tight, uh… It doesn’t fit when I wear one.” She bit her lip and I needed more, I tore at her dress, pulling it up so I could access her. I pressed my hardness against her as I continued my attack on her tits. Her hands were in my hair, pulling wildly. I needed no more encouragement. I unzipped myself and hoisted her up. I rubbed the head against her opening. Fuck, she was so wet. “Kyle, I’m…” she whimpered against my lips. “Shh baby, I got you.” I reared back ready to slam myself into her, when a loud knock sounded from the other side of the door.

  I froze, and looked at Lee. The glimpse of horror in her eyes brought me crashing down to earth with a bang. “Shit,” I muttered, pulling back quickly, practically dropping her on the floor. “Hold on,” I called out, zipping up my pants. I pulled back to look at her and shuddered. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, leaning against the door of my office panting, her little dress around her waist, exposing her bare breasts and lacy pink panties. She pressed her hand against her mouth. “Mr Carter, the O Donnell party have arrived and are requesting your presence.” I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. “Tell them, I’ll be with them in a moment.” My voice sounded funny, even to my own ears. I couldn’t look at her, every time I did, a flurry of emotions ran through me.

  I walked over to my desk and threw on my jacket. My head was swimming, what the fuck did I just do? I peered over at Lee as she struggled with the zip on her uniform. I left out a harsh breath and stalked over to her. I put my hands on her waist and pulled the zip up, trying to ignore the way my heart wouldn’t calm the fuck down.

  Lee wasn’t joking, that dress barely tied over her breasts. Shit. “Go back to work,” I muttered moving my hands away from her waist before I was tempted to start up where I left off. “I’m not fired?” she asked turning to look at me. Her pink stained cheeks were adorable. She looked so fragile, I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her. I rebuked myself for thinking like that. I didn’t think like that. I wasn’t that kind of man. “For now,” I muttered, as I left the room. I had to get away from this girl; she was lethal to my self-control.

  LEE

  I hid in the toilet cubicle until it was blatantly clear the person outside knocking wasn’t going away. I stood up and tightened the hair band securing my ponytail, and threw some water on my face to cool my burning cheeks. It didn’t help. My face and every inch of my body was on fire. Kyle was Mr Carter. Kyle was my boss. The same boss who just ravaged me in his office. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. I pushed my thoughts aside and opened the bathroom door.

  “I thought it was you in there. Well how did it go?” Linda stood in front of me, worrying her lip. She looked anxious. “Okay, I think,” I whispered slipping past her into the corridor. She fell into step beside me as we walked towards the staff locker room. “You think?” she asked confused. “Well…” I scraped my brain trying to think of something formidable to say.

  “He had to meet a party of guests so we only spoke briefly.” Very briefly, most o
f our conversation had been carried out with our tongues. I reddened thinking about the way Kyle had touched me. He had kissed me as if his life depended on it.

  “He didn’t fire you?” Linda asked in a toned of amazement. I shook my head, “He said my job was safe for now.” We were walking but Linda stopped us both, grabbing my shoulders. “Oh Hun, how did you do it?” She had a look of sheer amazement on her face. I shook my head, confused. “I’m not following you. How did I do what?” I wanted this conversation to be over with. All I wanted to do was see Kyle again. I needed to know where his head was at. Was it possible that he liked me, the way I liked him? I thought about his hands on me and couldn’t help but get my hopes up.

  “I think you may have cracked the stone.” I raised my brow at her but she just smiled happily and walked on. I hurried along to my locker, ready to get out of here, anxious to see Kyle again.

  KYLE

  I sat in my truck, waiting for her to come out. I’d checked her schedule, and knew she was finished at eight. It was a quarter after; she was late. I flicked through the channels on the radio but I didn’t hear anything. I was too fucking nervous. Jesus I hadn’t been nervous about anything since I was a kid.

  What was Lee Bennett doing to me? We had to talk and I wasn’t looking forward to it, hell I was dreading it. What the fuck was I supposed to say? ‘Hey Lee thanks for letting me suck you sweet titties but I’m not interested in more.’ What a croc. Of course I was interested in more. I was interested in every single detail of her life. That’s why I had spent the last three hours in my office snooping around in her personal life. I told myself it was for employer purposes but that was a bullshit lie. I didn’t need the piece of paper from her file in my hands telling me every detail about her, that information was already burnt into my memory.