Love You To Death: A Psychological Crime Thriller

by Rita Ames

  He hadn’t intended swinging by the shop this evening. His train had been delayed, and the need for food was becoming a priority. However, it was good to get an initial feel for things before meeting the staff which he was due to do the next morning. Last but not least he thought as he inspected the impressive display. He was looking forward to meeting this particular lady if the sensual feel to her window display was anything to go by.

  It had been a gruelling four weeks for him, travelling the country meeting all the store managers. This was his last call before getting back to Head Office in London. It couldn’t be avoided though. He needed to see all the stores before he could begin work drawing up his plans for improvement. He was tired of the never ending hotel rooms with their bland decor and even worse room service. It was amazing how different it was staying in a hotel for business rather than for a nice weekend break with a girl.

  There was none of the excitement or anticipation you might get on a romantic getaway. At the beginning he had picked up the odd girl at a bar but those encounters had left him feeling rather empty. Hooking up with a random girl from a bar had lost its appeal long ago. Meaningless sex was a game for the young and at thirty he was beginning to feel it was all getting a bit stale. He didn’t even enjoy the hotel bar anymore, preferring to take a bottle back to his room while he worked.

  The last four weeks had been necessary but hopefully, he would soon be able to ensure that his travelling commitments were minimal in the future. His years of working hard were finally beginning to pay off and he wasn’t about to take his foot of the pedal yet.

  Well, at least this was the last store on his list and if the window display was anything to go by it might be the most interesting.

  He was about to turn and go in search of food when he found himself instinctively trying the door handle. To his surprise the door opened. Quickly checking the opening hours to confirm the shop had shut half an hour before, he stepped inside. Surprised that the alarm had not sounded he glanced at the alarm pad on the wall confirming it had not been engaged.

  This was a serious problem for the store manager. It was a real school boy error to leave for the night and not lock up. If one of the neighbourhood low-lifes or vandals had discovered the open door, he shuddered to think what might have happened.

  Bryant fished in his pocket for his phone checking for the number of the manager, Janie Adams. She was going to have to get herself back down here to get this sorted, now! By the time he had finished with her she would be in no doubt that his first impression of her was far from good.

  He was about to dial when he heard a noise from the back of the shop. It sounded like a voice. Maybe someone had already discovered the open door and was in the storeroom helping themselves to the stock. Heart pounding he slowly moved further into the shop stopping in his tracks when what sounded like a muffled moan came from the other side. He gasped, maybe someone was in trouble. Moving towards the storeroom door he very carefully turned the door handle and gently pushed it open. More moans and what sounded like heavy breathing caused him to stop just inside the door. Shit maybe a couple of teenagers had gotten in and were making out.

  It took a minute to get accustomed to the low lighting and he tried to locate where the noise was coming from. Treading carefully in case he was discovered by a would be burglar. Another moan. Woah that certainly didn’t sound like someone in distress he thought. In fact it sounded a little like the “pay for porn” channel at the hotel. Getting a little hot under the collar Bryant almost let out a laugh at the thought. Another moan and his trousers became suddenly very tight. Of course, as soon as that thought crossed his mind his cock decided to jump to attention. Great, he shifted his trousers to get more comfortable as he edged slowly along the back of a set of shelves. Maybe the Manageress had her boyfriend in the back with her. It wouldn’t be the first time. He smiled at the thought.

  Staying in the shadows he was brought to a standstill by the most amazing sight. A sliver of light illuminated the end of the room like a spot light and a pair of delicious legs encased in “fuck me” red shoes was on display. His breath hitched as his eyes took in the most gorgeous woman he had seen in a long time. Her skirt was hitched up leaving her legs completely exposed, her fingers frantically working between those luscious legs. Her hand was partly covering his view of her pussy but that just made it more erotic especially with a glimpse of her panties every now and then. He realised she was close to coming and that thought alone almost made him lose control and shoot off in his pants like a schoolboy. He hadn’t been this turned on in years.

  As she took herself over the edge, eyes closed and gasping, Bryant realised he had unzipped himself and was already holding his cock and stroking it. He stepped closer but caught his foot on the base of the racking causing some boxes to fall. He quickly zipped up his pants just as the woman stood in shock, pulling her skirt down and looking towards the noise.

  Janie jumped up quickly letting her skirt fall into place. Something had landed on the floor not far away and the sound had just penetrated the last eddies of euphoria as her climax ended.

  “Who’s there?” she said looking into the shadows, heart pounding in her chest. A movement made her step backwards, not knowing what to expect. As the shadow stepped into the light filtering in through the skylight the first thing Janie noticed was a pair of eyes, not blue, not green but the colour of a Mediterranean sea, the sort with the little glints of sunlight dancing on the waves.

  Their eyes locked as he continued to move forward. Janie relaxed slightly as she realised that far from being some burglar intent on harm he was decked out in a business suit. The look in his eyes steadied her and all fear flowed away like the tide of that Mediterranean sea. She felt an unnerving connection between them and tried to look away. He looked predatory as he moved towards her. Everything seemed to proceed with slow motion. Apparently her common sense had also fled, after all she should be calling for help not standing there like a lemon staring at him. He stopped just before her and simply stared as if he too was mesmerised.

  Janie felt a warm blush rise up her neck as she tried to stand on legs that were still shaky. His eyes continued to pin her down with a knowing twinkle. He had been watching her from the shadows. That knowledge should have set off all kinds of alarms but instead she felt almost empowered. They continued to stare at each other and Janie realised with utter shock that she was becoming aroused again, she took an involuntary step towards him. This man had just watched her come undone in a shoe storeroom of all places!

  Strangely she did not feel threatened. What was that all about? Allowing her glance to rake the length of his body she could see the unmistakable evidence of his own arousal. Janie held her breath at the blatantly obvious bulge in his suit trousers. Oh my, she thought. Looking up, his eyes said that he knew she had been checking him out. “Like what you see?” he said in a husky voice.

  Her first impulse was to put the arrogant asshole in his place but something insane appeared to have taken hold of her “Maybe” she said. Oh my god, did I just say that? she thought.

  “Seems a shame that a beautiful woman like you should need to see to her own needs” he said with a hint of a smirk. Janie suddenly felt bold. What could it hurt to indulge in a little fantasy with an anonymous stranger, an extremely hot stranger at that, and relieve some of the frustration that had been building for a while now? “Needs must” she whispered.

  At the sound of her soft husky answer Bryant lost all reason and decided to just go for it. His cock was already trying to make that decision for him and was straining towards her with such intensity he was sure the zip on his trousers was about to give out.

  “If you ask nicely, I would be happy to help you with that” he said.

  Janie held her breath, here goes she thought, the point of no return. “What did you have in mind?”

  He was suddenly right in front of her and before she could open her mouth to speak again his lips descended on hers and all
her breath was devoured in the most possessive kiss she had ever had. His tongue swept over lips and pressed for entry. Her hands instinctively grasped at his shirt, scrabbling to find the buttons. He shucked his shoulders and his jacket fell to the floor as she pulled his shirt open. He was overtaken by an animalistic desire to make her his and do the most carnal things to her. Her hands ran across his chest feeling bullet hard nipples and a sprinkling of fine hair. He obviously kept in shape and his muscles flexed as her fingers feathered across his skin.

  His hands ran up her skirt rucking it up around her waist. He smoothed his palms across her bottom and lifted her off the ground. Lips still feverishly locked together he walked them back towards the shelving, depositing her on the same shelf she had just been on.

  All sane thoughts fled as they were both caught up in the heat of the moment. Janie pulled at the buckle on his trousers eager to see if the reality matched up to the glorious bulge she had just checked out. As her hand slid inside the zipper she gasped as he sprung out fully fledged and glorious. Stroking up from the base of his shaft she caught a droplet of pre-cum as she circled her fingers over the head of his cock. Gently she smoothed her way up and down his shaft. Bryant held his breath as he struggled to keep control.

  This woman was driving him insane and he was having severe difficulty not coming in her hand right then. He had never reacted to a woman with such intensity.

  “Slow down, baby” he said and eased her eager hand away. “Let me taste you” he said as he ran his tongue along her collar bone and down the gully between her breasts. He popped the buttons on her blouse to reveal the edges of a white lace bra “Pretty”. He ran his tongue over the cup circling the nipple underneath until it hardened into a peak. He moved across repeating the action on the other side. Janie began to pant a little as her need grew and her emotions ran riot. She ached with a longing that needed to be quenched. A primal urge to be filled and possessed gripped her fiercely.

  “More” she gasped.

  “All in good time” he said as he continued to kiss down her body, licking around her belly button.

  Finally he reached the top of her panties, white silk and already soaked from her previous orgasm. Inhaling deeply he kissed along the top of her panties as his fingers teased around the edge, finally slipping underneath. He stroked gently over her soaking folds and up towards her clit, circling but not touching. Continuing with the teasing until she was a puddle of need and her legs were no longer able to hold her up.

  Bryant pushed her back onto the shelf and placed her legs over his shoulders. Fuck, those red shoes were a turn on. He grabbed the edge of her panties and ripped them off in one swift tug. His breath now so close to her engorged labia, sending little puffs across it and turning her to mush. Taking a huge lungful of her sexy smell he covered her with his mouth letting his tongue sweep the length of her slit gently. Repeating the action again and again driving her crazy with want he gradually dipped his tongue into her wet depths wrenching from her a long deep moan. “You taste of almonds and honey” he said “Tell me what you want” he breathed into her ear as he slipped a finger gently into her wetness.

  Eyes closed tight in ecstasy Janie barely heard him “More” she said “I need more”.

  “I need you to tell me exactly what you want. Do you want me to fuck you or just make you come like this?” he said needing her to give him permission and voice her want of him. He asked her again, his voice husky with need. He wouldn’t continue unless he had her full consent though.

  “Fuck me” she whispered and that was all he needed. Moving up he plunged balls deep into her warm depths like a man possessed. “So tight and hot” he gasped “this is not going to be gentle, little lady” He plunged in again this time harder and faster building the momentum. “Oh god, yes” Janie shouted as she felt the familiar hum start in her belly spreading outwards as she neared her climax.

  She was about to explode and her muscles were gripping his cock with such intensity that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Fuck! he had never felt such mindless desire for a woman before and just as her muscles began to clinch him in her climax he felt himself go over the edge spilling into her deep and hard.

  Their voices joined in their completion so loud that the words were indistinguishable and they collapsed on the shelf in a heap. Neither of them could move for some time. Each lost in thoughts of wonder and shock at what had just occurred.

  Janie looked up at the skylight from underneath the fiery hot weight of the man she had just had the most amazing sex with. The man whose name she did not know. The man who had watched her bring herself off before seducing her here in her own storeroom. No that was not strictly fair, she had allowed the seducing so she could not blame him totally. Although she wondered how he had come to be here after hours.

  Pushing her hands gently against his chest she wiggled beneath him. “I need the bathroom” she said quietly and he shifted his weight so she could move out from under him. Standing on wobbly legs Janie attempted to cover herself as best she could. “I’ll be back in a moment” slipping off the red shoes on her way so she could walk easier she headed off to the rear rest room.

  Bryant sat up and ran his hands through his hair as the reality of what just happened hit home. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Quickly putting all the evidence together he was pretty sure now that he had just had sex with the manageress of the store. She was his employee for Christ’s sake. “Shit!” he shouted out loud as he realised they had had unprotected sex as well. He had never lost control like that with a woman before but something about her had made him throw caution to the wind. He never forgot to use protection, ever. What was more he wanted to do it again, he wanted to take her back to his room and continue all night. Not the most appropriate thoughts to be having about an employee.

  How on earth could he walk into the shop tomorrow for his planned visit. What would he say? “Hi, I’m here to see the shop and by the way thanks for the fuck?” she deserved more than that. It would be too embarrassing for her. There was no way the two of them would be able to interact normally without giving anything away. Not after the most mind blowing sex of his life. No way.

  He gathered up his shirt and jacket and for some unknown reason scooped up the red shoes she had left on the floor. He quickly moved into the front part of the shop. The best thing to do was to leave right now before he did any more damage. Yes, that was the best course of action. The sound of a tap running in the back room spurred him on and he left the shop swiftly, shirt buttons still undone. It was dark as he headed off down the street towards the hotel. He needed to think.

  Janie looked at herself in the mirror. Yep she looked well fucked. With a little self conscious giggle she blushed as she remembered what just occurred. It had been the best sex she had ever had, not that there was much to compare to. The one or two ex-boyfriends she had were never up to much in the bedroom and Darren had been a lot gentler. She was definitely not going to guilt trip over allowing herself a little fun.

  It had all felt so right even though it had been hard and wild. There had been a feeling of completeness when they were together. She needed to get back in there and get his name and see if there was a chance to take this further. Sure it had been an unusual start but surely he must have felt the same connection she had. They could take it slower from now on and see what happened. Pulling open the door Janie straightened her shoulders and went in search of Mr Hot n Smoky determined not to mess this up and maybe give herself a chance at happiness.

  He was gone! The arsehole! He had run out on her without so much as a thank you let alone an introduction. Feeling shocked and a little used Janie slumped into a chair and felt a tear trail down her cheek. Only one tear escaped and that was one too many. What a dick! One tear was all he would get. Taking a deep breath she straightened up and grabbed her bag. No use crying over it. He was probably married anyway. OK, so it was just a hook up, she could handle that.

  She resolutely locked up the shop
and headed home to nurse her wounded pride along with a chilled bottle of Muscadet. Later she would call her friend Louise and unload her misery and together they would put the world to rights again.

  The next morning when she arrived at work Samantha informed her that Head Office had called to say the area Manager could not make his appointment and that his assistant would be in touch to visit the following week. Thinking nothing of it and with her thoughts doing re-runs of the night before Janie threw herself into re-arranging the window display yet again.

  She needed to take her mind off the handsome stranger. Mysteriously the red shoes had vanished. A strange way to steal a pair of shoes she thought. Well, she would never see him again. If only she could get those sparkling eyes out of her mind. There was an odd sense of loss, as if she missed him. Well, that was ridiculous, how could you miss someone whose name you don’t know, she scolded herself. Odd though.

  What was that all about? It would all get rationalised at the next girls night confessional. It did, and it was, but that feeling never really left her and there was now a new loneliness to her life that even work could not fill.

  Chapter 3

  3 years later

  Bryant stood looking out over the London rooftops through the wall of glass that made up one whole wall of his new office. He was finally the CEO of Brooks and Lloyd, damn that sounded good. It had worked out pretty well for himself and old Mr Brooks who had been desperate to retire. The old boy had not wanted to sell off his company to some corporate group and see it stripped and amalgamated until it disappeared entirely. Bryant had offered him a partnership that allowed his old Boss to retire but whilst still keeping in touch with the business. Bryant had been taking most of the strain of running things for a while so it had been a mutually beneficial deal all round. The Bryant and Lloyd Group had been formed.

  Another development had also occurred. Janie Adams was finally here in London. Her application for Buyer had been approved and she was due to start today. He took in a deep breath as he looked out of his window. She was unfinished business for him, invading his dreams for the last 3 years. The red shoes she had been wearing that night sat under a glass dome, the dome sat pride of place on a wooden plinth in the corner of his office. They had caused many a distraction to his working day with the memories they stirred in him.