62 Days

by Jessie M.

  “It was quite hot, fun though, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah, d’you know I’m not quite sure which part of today was best… the first naughty kiss in that dark Louvre corridor, the very, very long one in the garden, or the big steamy one in the lift just now.”

  “I liked the ice cream best myself.”

  I turn over and try to tickle him as punishment. It seems he’s not ticklish. Unfortunately I am and I get a big dose of tickles in return. I’ve not laughed so much in years. We calm down a little and we lie on our sides for a minute, looking at each other.

  “I’d never control you.” He says brushing my face with his fingertips.

  My heart flips up and down and sideways. I start kissing him like mad, my tongue forcing itself against his and suddenly we are dragging off our clothes in desperation. My mouth runs all over him in a licking fever. I want to taste every wonderful part again and again. He moans out loud and pulls me up roughly, holding me close against him. We stare into each others eyes in a heated frenzy of desire. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. Completely wild and so needy, I want to consume him whole. Have every part of him inside me somehow. It tips me over the edge of reason when I see and hear how much he enjoys what I do to him. He flips me on my back and taking hold of my hands lifts them above my head. He pushes himself deep inside me in a fast hard thrust. I shout out his name in ecstasy. How can he do this to me? I never want these amazing wild feelings to stop.

  Sadly we must stop or we won’t get dinner. So, after our early evening session of very intense lovemaking we finally make plans for another French traditional meal. I have a suggestion.

  “I’d like Boeuf Bourguignon tonight. I’ve made it myself, but I’m sure the French wined up version is so much nicer than a packet mix.”

  “That’s a very good choice. It just so happens to one of my favourites. Now follow me sexy, clean up time,” I’m led off by the hand to my bathroom for a spot of sexed up and steamy scrubbing up, Mark style.

  Dinner is of course quite fabulous. I have decided I love French food, however weird some of it is. I am now a fan. And French wine is even better.

  As we make our way back for our last night of sex on steroids, I am feeling even more overwhelmed by Mark than I was yesterday. I know exactly what this feeling is. I am completely and utterly head over heels in love with him. It’s probably not a good place to be. I know that, but that’s just me all over. It seems I’m rather good at getting myself in bad places.

  We enter our suite and I go straight into my bathroom. I look in the mirror. My face has changed over the weekend. I really don’t look sad and lost anymore. Mark has obviously found me, as he said he would. But I wonder to myself, have I found him? Even in a small way? It’s not something I can ask him, is it? ‘Do you love me a little?’ No can do. I am assuming he doesn’t, as I always err on the side of caution. I am a natural pessimist. Well I am these days, anyway. I am also assuming that Mark has other women he sees and I am going to be added to that number. Just someone he sees. Not a great love in his life. Like Carrie and her Mr. Big from Sex in the City… I’m not sure how I’m going to deal with all this yet.

  I have finished in the bathroom and go back to the bedroom and sit on the bed next to him. I’m concentrating on getting my feelings under control and in order, just in case he spots something written in my eyes, when he asks me a question.

  “What do you want to do about us when we get back?”

  My head instantly swims with love again… I want to carry on seeing him of course… move in with him, become Mrs Rachel Williams… well, perhaps that last part is a far fetched fantasy… but what I end up saying is, “Whatever you want Mark.” My dominated brain must be stuck in a rut.

  “No, it’s completely up to you, what do you want to do? You can tell me anything.”

  I hate these types of questions, what do I say? Don’t want to sound too keen, don’t want to sound disinterested… it’s hard to pitch the answer right. “I’d like to see you sometimes.” That was a good answer. I was pleased with that one.

  “Only sometimes? Not all the time?”

  Jesus, what’s he doing? Dragging it all out of me? I feel like he’s pulling my teeth out. “Maybe a little more often than sometimes then.”

  I get rewarded with a nice Mark smile for that. Then he starts to tell me something about work.

  “I’m up in Manchester for the week from Monday lunchtime. I’m coming back on Thursday afternoon. I’ve got some brownfield sites in mind up there and Caroline and I are doing an in depth project valuation. So, I could see you Friday if you like? Do you want to come to my office, maybe get the afternoon off work?”

  Well who the hell’s Caroline? That’s the first thing that pops into my head. I imagine a beautiful leggy and big breasted blond evaluating things with him out in the wilds of Manchester. I keep quiet and try to bury the raging jealousy he has somehow provoked. “I think I can swing a half day off. I’d love to see your office.” I am being very calm and measured with my answers today. I should win a prize for coolness under extreme duress. What I really want to shout out is ‘I love you, be with me 24/7… No Caroline allowed.’

  It wasn’t until a little later that I realised. He is letting me make all the decisions. He is not controlling me or pushing me or dominating me in any way. As if I wasn’t head over heels already… This understanding sends me into a love tail spin.

  He pulls me towards him a little and looks directly in my eyes.

  “A little more than sometimes, eh? One day you’ll have to give me the real answer.”

  I ignore that very intuitive comment and dive on him. I’ve had enough head analysing for one day. I just want to get to the heated feelings part now.

  It seems my newly love struck phase is elevating my heated feelings to a whole new level. I can honestly say I have the most amazingly hot out of body experience on that bed tonight. He has completely saturated my body and mind. Every single cell of my being is full to the brim with him. He presses all my hottest buttons over and over until they can’t take any more pressing. I know I’ve pressed a lot of his as well.

  One thing’s for sure, it’s going to be a long old week waiting for him to get back from Manchester.

  THIRTEEN

  The following day’s highlight, Notre Dame cathedral is a perfect note to end our weekend on. We make our way to the Île de la Cité, one of the two natural islands in the Seine, on the metro. We emerge from the underground station and walk a little distance and go inside the cathedral. It smells musty and old and it’s full of fabulous gloomy atmosphere.

  We walk down the impressive nave flanked with its huge stone pillars and stand in awe looking at the altar. The blue blaze of lighting and the statues surrounding it are out of this world. Finally we go up and explore the towers. Then we wander around outside. I especially love the ugly gargoyles and chimeras sitting up on the façade grinning their evil little grins at all the passers by. I take lots of zoom photos of those to examine later.

  After that we have lunch and head off back to the hotel to grab our bags and finally set off for home.

  I fall asleep with my head on Mark’s shoulder on the train in the late Sunday afternoon sunshine. Last night had been a very, very late and energetic night.

  FOURTEEN

  We arrive back at my apartment at 8pm in the evening. I consider asking him in and then rethink. We’ve had quite enough togetherness for one weekend. I can let him go home now. He has a life other than me.

  “Thanks for a wonderful time Mark.” I am glowing all over with the memory of it all.

  “I had a wonderful time myself.” I get one of his best sexy looks and I can’t resist him one last time.

  I give him a very long kiss goodbye and then force myself to get out, taking my bag from the back of the car. I turn and wave from the apartment block door and go inside as he leaves.

  I miss him already and I haven’t even started going up the stairs yet.<
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  I send a text to Suze as soon as I get home.

  “Home now. Had a great time. You were right.”

  She doesn’t reply… which is odd, as Suze always has her phone attached to her finger. I’m assuming she’s busy, either with someone, or in the shower.

  I send another to my mum and resist the urge to send one to him. I’ll let him contact me. Hopefully he won’t take forever to get round to it.

  I unpack and get things ready for work and then make something to eat. I am just sitting down for a little pre bed TV when I get a reply from Suze.

  “Glad you had a good time. You deserve it. I’m out with new BF Sam.”

  “New BF?” Suze very rarely calls her men BF’s…

  “Met him Friday night in a bar. He took me to dinner yesterday and today we are just coming back from a theme park day.”

  “It sounds serious…”

  “It is. We haven’t even had sex yet :O”

  “So pleased. Keep it up.” I urge her. I am keeping everything crossed for Suze and Sam. Who knows, maybe she will break through her short dating record this time.

  I finally go off to bed and lie down alone for the first time in days. I ache all over for him with a real physical pain. I hope he’s missing me.

  FIFTEEN

  The following two days are rather hectic at work. I am lost in a wild whirl of emails and paperwork leftover from the Friday and some extra stuff on top, due to the fact that one of the other secretaries has been whipped into hospital with appendicitis, so we are all sharing her work out too. It is Tuesday lunchtime before I finally hear from him. I know he has probably been busy, but that was a long wait. I would have preferred a call but I suppose a text will have to do.

  “How’s my favourite legal secretary?”

  “How many do you know?”

  “Only you.”

  “I’m ok. So busy I could cry.”

  “Well that makes two of us. Still on for Friday?”

  I immediately wonder exactly what Caroline and Mark are evaluating so intensely that he is busy enough to cry over it… I also suddenly realise I have forgotten to ask for my half day. I am not sure this is going to go down too well with Mr Watkins considering how flat out we are all working here. I decide I am going to have an urgent dentist appointment instead. Teeth can’t wait…

  “Is 2 ok? Send me address later.”

  My heart stops with the next one I get.

  “Yes and will do xx miss you xx “

  I sit and look at it forever. Is that a generic miss you or a deep heartfelt one. I decide on the former, being a natural pessimist. I am brave and reply the same way.

  “ xx miss you 2 xx ”

  SIXTEEN

  On Wednesday I decide to drop a thank you card into Mark’s letter box, so he gets it before I see him. This‘ll make him all warm and toasty and even more miss you’ ish I’m sure. I sit at work and print off two of the best Paris photos of us from my phone. One of him and one of me. I have to admit we make a nice couple, as I hold the photos up side by side. I stick them inside the card and put it in the envelope. Then I drive over to his place on the way home from work. I am just about to open the letterbox and put the card in when the door opens. A tall dark haired beauty of a woman stands before me wearing a black leather mini skirt and a tight laced up blouse. She has her bag tucked under her arm and looks like she’s about to go out. Who the bloody hell is this camping out in his home?

  “Oh Ciao.” She says in surprise seeing me standing on the doorstep.

  “Hello, I’m Rachel. Can you give this to Mark please.” I say clearly holding out my card. Definitely an Italian beauty, this one.

  “Mio Mark darling, eee’s away.” She replies.

  I nod, a little taken aback by the Mark darling tone of her conversation. I put the envelope in her hand. “For Mark.” I say even more simply. I take a good look at this tall olive skinned twenty something goddess and feel very ordinary in comparison. How many women like this has he got in his life, I wonder? I wander back to my car and drive off in a rather deflated mood.

  Then I go round to see mum and dad as I almost pass their door on the way back to my place. Mum tells me that my Paris friend is extremely nice looking. She gives me a deep questioning look. Dad is engrossed in his crossword. Mum and I go into the kitchen to make some tea.

  “Is this Mark your new boyfriend?”

  “I think so mum.” I decide to be vague. I am actually not sure what we are anyway.

  “So who is he?” She probes…

  “I keep telling you. He’s a millionaire property developer.”

  She looks at me with the words finally sinking in. She finally gives me a nice little believing smile.

  “Well Ray. Good for you.”

  SEVENTEEN

  I am invited round to Suze’s small apartment for some of her usual chicken caesar salad on Thursday evening. She has been very quiet with her texting this week and I’m intruiged as to why. She is usually little miss text a lot – she obviously has other far more interesting things going on. I take her a bottle of her favourite wine and knock on her door. She answers it with a wide smile on her face. I get a big hug and a kiss. Well, she’s in a great mood. The BF must be doing her a lot of good.

  “How’s it going with Sam?” I ask her

  “Great. I’m going away to London with him this weekend. He’s booked us into a hotel and we’re going to see a west end show.”

  “I’m so pleased for you.”

  “So am I, especially after last night.” She has a hot and dreamy look going on.

  “Have you finally had your wicked way with Sammy boy?”

  “And then some…”

  “Good was it?”

  “I’m in love with every part of him.” I can understand that feeling…

  “Oh Suze, really?”

  “He’s a big boy. I particularly love that part.”

  “That’s nice… ” She can stop now. But of course she doesn’t.

  “Everything hurts today… can’t wait for my next big boy bashing.”

  “I’ll get the glasses out shall I?” I wander into the kitchen quickly before she gets even more graphic.

  EIGHTEEN

  Friday finally comes around and I leave early complaining of a bad tooth as planned. Mr Watkins seems to be preoccupied and doesn’t take much notice of my departure. I drive over to Mark’s office with the address he sent me. I go in and up to the young looking receptionist. I am signed in and ushered inside and told to walk to the end to Roni’s office. She is wearing a red blouse today, I’m informed.

  I do as requested, looking around as I go, not that there’s much to see as it is basically a wide corridor. I spot a red blouse sitting at a glass desk inside a glass walled office. The person wearing it is something else. Blond, slim, beautiful… like a real life Barbie doll. I enter Roni’s office and introduce myself. She is expecting me.

  She asks me to take a seat as Mark is just finishing a meeting. I hear hoots of laughter coming out from the ‘meeting’. Mainly female. It sounds like Mark’s meetings might be fun. The door swings open and out strides another beauty. Where does he get all these hot women from? Short dark hair, immaculately suited and manicured with killer high heels. Marks voice calls out to her retreating back. “Have a nice weekend Caroline.”

  “Yeah, you too sweetheart.” Caroline turns and smiles into Mark’s office.

  Well, Caroline seems to be on quite intimate terms with her boss. She briefly glances in my direction giving me the once over before she disappears out of Roni’s office and down the corridor. Mark emerges from his office and spots me sitting there.

  “Rachel! You’re here…”

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mark smile such a massive smile. He comes over and pulls me up, out of the chair with a lot of enthusiasm and gives me a big tight twirling hug. I can’t help but notice that Roni gives me a scowl over his shoulder.

  He leads me into his office and shut
s the door. He presses me up hard against the wall and starts to kiss me with a wild passion. I am rather overwhelmed by his very amorous mood. Five full minutes later he still hasn’t finished. Not that I’m complaining. I’m in seventh heaven with his welcome to my office routine. His hands start roaming over me, squeezing my behind and rubbing me everywhere under my clothes. He is nuzzling my neck and kissing my ears. My whole body is aflame, my heart pumping with excitement. I wonder if he is planning to have office sex with me right now. I don’t think I could say no the way I feel. I’m steaming with a weeks worth of pent up desire and need of him. Then he stops and breaks away.

  “I really missed you.” He says thickly.

  “I really noticed.” I can just about manage to speak coherently…

  He holds my hands. “Thanks for the card, that was very sweet and thoughtful.”

  The phone rings and he walks over to answer it. He starts having a normal conversation with someone called Charles. Then it becomes more intense and he is talking about costings and quantatives and PPUs whatever they are… Suddenly he starts getting rather annoyed and shouts quite loudly.

  “Fuck, I don’t believe it… No..” He is running his free hand through his hair in a frustrated and heated manner. He slams the phone down and walks to the door, opens it and shouts at Roni…

  “Get Max in here, NOW!” then he turns to me and in a rather controlled tone he asks me “Ray, would you mind waiting outside, I need to have a very unpleasant conversation with someone.” I leave and sit down again with Roni.

  A tall and thin and very worried young looking man arrives and goes into his office. I’m glad I wasn’t him.

  The conversation seemed to begin fairly quietly and then Mark was off on a rant.

  “225k Max! For Fuck’s sake! Fucking hell… I don’t believe it. Decimal point in the wrong fucking place…. Your job to check…”