"Piss off." Seriously, Heath is supposed to be my partner in crime, not getting all soppy on me.
"History really has been re-written today. Max wild, a one woman man. Hear all those play things cry."
"Enough about me and the action that my dick is getting. What's happening with you?" I ask, eager to move the attention away from me and Jess.
"Nothing much. Elle keeps calling but I've let it ring of a couple of times. I don't think I'm ready to talk to her just yet, you know?"
"Why don't you just hear her out?" Fucking hell, he's nearly as bad as me.
"I don't think I'm ready to go back there just yet man. I'd rather have my fun while I'm still young. She made it crystal that she wasn't sure if it was me she wanted to spend the rest of her life with."
Well I'll be damned. I would have bet everything I had that Heath and Elle would have sorted out their differences by now. They've been together since high school, completely inseparable for years and then when Heath manned up and popped the question, Elle decided she didn't know what she wanted anymore and if she actually wanted to be tied to one man her whole life. Now, almost six months later, Heath seems to be living the dream and Elle seems to have had a change of heart.
Rely on no one, feel no pain.
If people lived by my motto, there would be no expectations, no disappointment; life would be so much easier for everyone. At least that's what I thought over a week ago.
"Give her a call man. At least hear what she has to say. Are you really ready to throw away all those years and memories that you made? To give up on a future that you've both planned and worked so hard for?" Did those words just leave my mouth? I think I need to calm down on the beers.
"What? So you get your dick wet with the first girl that means something more than a quick fuck and you're dishing out relationship advice? Come on Wild, keep it together."
I stay silent in agreement, which isn't like me. The guy has a point. There's no way I would listen to my pearls of wisdom either, but Heath and Elle were always different. They were childhood sweethearts. Slapping him firmly on the back I say, "Whatever you decide, just make sure you don't live to regret it. The longer you leave it, the harder it will be to go back. Do you not remember her forcing us to watch the break-up? Worst fucking two hours of my life."
JESS
"Rise and shine baby." Max whispers as he curls his body around mine. You can't beat a good spooning in the morning.
"No, don't make me get up. I want to stay in bed, I'm so tired." I feel drained, completely wiped out and with the added heat radiating from his body I could quite easily drift back off to sleep.
"I'd love nothing more than to keep you in this bed all day, but reality calls angel. It's time to head to the office."
"Tell reality to fuck off, I'm quite happy here. Anyway, you're the boss, so why don't you do what you have to do from home?" I ask. What's the point in having that kind of power if you can't take advantage of it every now and again? His body presses into mine, his arousal very much present against my back. The connection awakens my body instantly. His hand works its way up to my bare breast and my back arches automatically to allow him better access. As I stretch, I roll over onto my back, where he wastes no time positioning himself between my thighs. The tip of his length teases my entrance and he stays like this for an agonisingly long time. I try to thrust my hips to show him what I need, but all he does is move further back.
"I wouldn't want to wear you out if you're tired, angel. Maybe you should get some rest." So not only has he woke me up, worked my body up for him to pull away, he's now mocking me? I wait until his mouth grazes along mine and bite down on his lips... Hard. He spins me around in an instant, so that my arse is up in the air and my head is, pressed into the pillows. It's feels sexy as hell when he tries to control me like this. I arch my back and await his welcome assault on my body, but it doesn't come.
"How much do you want me to fuck you, Jess? How much do you want to feel me thrusting hard and fast inside of you?"
Oh bloody hell, now he's getting all kinky on me. When I don't respond, my arms are pulled back behind me and he grips both of my wrists in on hand. I don't think I could be more turned on if I tried. A ripple of sensations flood through my body as his mouth connects to my sex, sucking, nipping and licking in a devine rhythm. I can't stop my hips from rocking back and forth, as I edge closer to my release.
"Don't move Jess. I'm not ready for you to come just yet, angel." I let out a frustrated moan as he holds my hip firmly in place. "The more you move, the longer I'll keep you waiting, you should know this by now, angel."
Is he for real? How the hell am I supposed to stay still when he is sending my body into over drive?
"I'm waiting to hear you, angel. Don't hold back; let me give you what you need. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."
I can't hold back anymore. This is pure fucking torture. His fingers linger around my opening. He knows exactly what I want but he won't give in until I tell him. What a stubborn bastard. Desperate for him to be inside me, I shout "Just fucking fuck me, Max. I want you to fuck me now, harder than you have done before." I feel the bed lift up as he shifts his weight and before I have a second to register what is happening, he is slamming right into me.
"You're. So. Fucking. Beautiful." He says in between each powerful thrust that he drives into my body. Who knew that giving up this power, this control to Max would be so exhilarating? Unable to control my body, I work my hips and meet him thrust for thrust as I reach my peak. Everything goes blurry, my hands fist around the sheets, so much that I can feel my nails pierce my palms, but the slight sting only adds to the pleasure. This man is something else, he really is. No sooner have I finished, I can feel myself building up again as he chases his own orgasm. His hands dig deep into the flesh of my hips as he throws me back into him and after a few more plunges we both come together. I can feel his release inside of me as I contract around him.
Thoroughly fucked, I roll onto my back as he collapses on top of me.
"You're going to be the fucking death of me, woman." None of us are ready to break the connection just yet. Max's hands are lightly trailing up and down my side and my hands are playing with his beautiful head of hair. The only sound in the room is our rugged breathing and our heartbeats hammering against each other.
"You and me both, muscles." I think quietly to myself. There's no going back after this, that's final. Once you have had a taste of perfection, you'll never be able to carry out the rest of your days settling for something almost just good enough. We lay like this for some time until I remember the reason that he woke me up.
"I thought we were in a rush and had to leave?"
"We do, but as you kindly reminded me before, I'm the boss and I can do what I want from home. So I did." A grin so wide spreads across that beautiful face, I love that grin so much. "But now we actually do need to leave. I've got heaps of paper work to go over and I'd love for you to meet the team and maybe you could settle into your office?"
I find Max in the foyer, all suited and booted for his day at the office. He never fails to blow me away. I've decided on tailored tan crop pants and a long sleeved white blouse. Not underdressed but not over kill either. I settled on my fail proof flats too. If I'm going to be meeting a bunch of new people, I don't want to be wobbling around looking like I have bladder issues. Comfort is key.
"You ready, angel? Let's go."
I follow him out after picking up a travel mug that Max must have made for me before, while I was getting dressed. I smile at his thoughtfulness and step into the car. Not a romantic, my arse.
About twenty minutes later we pull up outside a hotel resort. Desired Dreams is written above the entrance in bold chrome lettering.
"This is the office?" Each window has a spacious balcony and it goes up at least twenty stories high. The beach is directly opposite. I don't know why that surprises me; everything here is close to the beach.
"Sure i
s. This is where the development will take place too."
I look up in awe. If the inside is anything like the outside, it's going to pretty hard to create something similar.
"It's gorgeous, really it is. Is there anything beautiful left that you don't actually own?"
"I do have one more thing on my wish list, but I'm not sure if it's for the taking. Only time will tell."
"Come on lover boy, we have work to do, no?" I roll my eyes pretending that his comment has had no effect on me, when really I can't wait to sit down and take the pressure off my shaky knees.
The main entrance to the hotel is warm and welcoming, a large reception desk runs the full length of the back wall and seating areas are scattered about throughout the foyer. Black and gold hues dominate the interior, giving it a luxurious feel.
"Wow." I say automatically, spinning around to get a view from every angle. Max holds onto my side and ushers me forwards, leading me in the direction of the lifts.
"How big is it?"
"Surely you should know that by now Jess, or would you like me to show you again?"
"I meant the hotel." I laugh at his comment. However, I wouldn't mind him refreshing my memory from this morning. I try to erase the images that flash across my mind, but with Max stood next to me, it's pretty hard to forget.
"It's quite large. It has 375 double rooms, a spa, gym, sauna and twenty meeting rooms. The whole top floor is the penthouse."
"Jeez, pretty big then. How come you're adding to it?" I'm a little confused why you would want to renovate something that looks pretty damn perfect already.
"I think it just needs modernising. Adding a few exclusive villas on site will give the guests far more options when they book their stay." He kind of has a point, I guess.
The lift doors ping open and we step in. I watch as Max keys in a code with one hand and pulls me closer to him with the other. The sexual chemistry is so strong, it's practically fully charged and bouncing off the mirrors. I want nothing more than to touch him, to run my hands over that firm, toned chest of his. Shit, being in such a confined space with him is playing havoc on my body.
"I know you want to touch me, to feel me pressed hard against you as I pin you against the glass. I can see how aroused you are and I haven't even touched you. Fuck, if I don't want that too, but do you really want to risk the chance of getting caught getting down and dirty with the boss on your first day?"
Yes. Yes I fucking do. Right now, I wouldn't care less if the whole company was watching me. I know he's waiting for a reaction from me. A signal as to whether he should push me further or not. One thing I do know is that he has aced getting me in a state just before I am about to meet my new team.
"You look fucking amazing when you get embarrassed, almost as good as when you’re aroused. But when you combine the two together, fucking hell. Maybe I should keep you in this lift after all." The heat of his breath blows on my face as he tells me what he wants to do to me. I open my mouth as his lips almost touch mine. The lift doors ping open just as he pulls away from me. Arsehole. I feel a little bit dazed and it takes me a minute to pull myself together.
I come face to face with another reception area as I walk out of the lift. Ceiling to floor glass windows are present all around this room, filling it with natural lighting.
"This is the executive floor. That's my office right there." He points to a glass door to the right. "And this right here, is your office." Mine is completely opposite to Max's, also with a glass door so we will be able to see what we are doing all day. I'm not sure if that's really a good thing, but I'm sure we'll soon see.
"Our assistants are also positioned on this floor and they man the reception desk here." He waves his arms around towards the large desk that is positioned in the centre of the room. It looks pretty vacant to me. "Only us four have permission to stop on this floor. No one else can enter without my permission, so you shouldn't get any guests wandering around while you’re up here."
"I'm guessing it's their day off?" I ask when I don't see them anywhere.
"Most likely lunch, we could have arrived sooner but I think someone had other ideas? Are you calling the shots on a PA that you haven't even met yet?"
"Not at all. I thought they might have taken the day off if we didn't need them in today. I'm actually quite a nice person to work with." I can't see how I am going to get much work done with Max only a few feet away from me, though.
"Would you like to see your office, Miss Townsend?" Nodding, I follow him across the room.
"If you insist Mr Wild."
My hand flies over my mouth as soon as I enter my office to cover the gasp that I am about to let out. It's laid out exactly like my office at Stanton's. The closer I get to the desk; I notice it even has my old photos that were positioned on my desk back home.
"How?" I ask, in utter shock as Jen smiles up at me from outside the London eye. It's a fairly recent picture that we snapped while pretending to be tourists. We always do crazy stuff like that whenever we get bored, hop onto the tube and see where the day will take us. The other one is of me, George and Jen, pissed as farts pouting at the camera on one of our many cocktail nights. God I bloody miss these two so much. If only they'd just be able to fly out and be here with me, my life world be perfect. Maybe I could ask Max to hire them both.
"I wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, while you're here. I hope you don't mind?"
Tears begin to fill my eyes at his kind gesture. "God no. Not at all, it's a lovely thought. My office truly looks amazing. I think I'll be more than comfortable in here. Thank you."
"Now that I know you’re happy with everything, what do you want to do now?"
"I thought you had heaps of paperwork that you had to get through?" I mock him from this morning.
"I do. I just didn't think you'd want to stay with me while I get through it, is all. If you stay it will only prevent me from getting most of it done. You could always go and use the spa?" That actually sounds like a perfect idea. First I need to be able to find it.
"There you are."
You have got to be fucking kidding me. I look over my shoulder and see bright auburn hair that matches that god awful screechy voice.
"Max sweetie. I'm so glad you're back. I didn't expect you to be in the office until tomorrow."
I thought I'd make a start on some stuff and show Jess around her office."
Stella's eyes bulge out if her head when Max leans into me and presses a soft kiss on my temple. She actually looks outraged. This look fills me with nothing but sheer joy. "I believe you have already met?"
Stella looks completely taken a back for a moment, until quickly brushing it off. Did she not think that I would tell Max about her more than colourful arrival?
"It's a pleasure to meet you again, Jess." Holding out her hand, she wears a butter wouldn't melt smile that lights up her whole face, but I can tell from her eyes that's she isn't impressed with me being here. I’d love to know why she's here. Is she that desperate that she has to come to his work to see him?
"Jess, Stella is my assistant so you'll see her around here quite often." Come again. Did he just say what I think he said? I have to work with her? Shoot me now. "Jess is a designer from Stanton's. It goes without saying that you girls will get on fine. I mean both of you love shopping, right?"
I don't know whether he is being serious or if he is just trying to ease off the tension that has consumed my office, either way I am not going shopping with this bitch. She'd probably leave me stranded somewhere, where no one could find me and I'd die a slow painful death, and she’d probably come back to watch too.
"I'm sure we'll get along just fine, don't you agree, honey?"
"You bet'cha." I say as sarcastically as I can manage.
"I was hoping to have a word with you Max while you're here if that's okay... Privately?"
I find it sweet that Max looks at me to check I am okay with this. He clearly knows we don't like each other. I bet he's won
dering what he has let himself in for.
"Sure. I've got a couple of things that I can be setting up in here, anyway."
I wish I could see Stella's face as Max grips the back of my head in his palm and pulls me towards him. "I won't be long; once I've done we can go and check out that spa."
MAX
"Since when did you live at my house?" Stella takes a seat opposite me at my desk, a look of sorrow resting there.
"I know how it sounds Max, but it wasn't like that. I meant I practically live there more than her. I didn't know she meant anything to you. I just thought you'd stepped up your antics and allowed someone to stay over."
"You've never been to my house so how can you live there more than her? Jess isn't like the others okay. If you can't be nice to her, don't talk to her at all, you got it? I won’t have the office turned into a battle ground."
Fuck, I hate arguing with Stella, but she can be so frustrating at times. It isn't even worth thinking about how badly yesterday could have turned out if Jess hadn't of called her up on it.
"I don't have a problem with her, I'm sure she's a lovely girl. I just don't want you to be taken for granted, you know? You're new to all of this and how do you know if she even feels the same?"
"That’s the thing, I don't. Both of us are seeing where it goes. Shit, it might not even be permanent, especially since she lives in England. If it's meant to work out it will." Why am I pouring my soul out to Stella? I thought she wanted to talk to me about something? "What did you want to talk about anyway?"
"Oh. I just wanted to apologise for not getting most of the work done while you were away. Stuff got pretty heated around here while you were gone."
"Yeah? What happened, nothing major that I need to be aware of?” I know how Stella and Liss can be when they are in the same room for more than five minutes. In all fairness, I am amazed that the hotel is still standing.
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