Nadine’s eyes were wide, her expression was perplexed and she slowly leaned forward to look at his crotch. Marc asked, “What are you doing?”
She shook her head, “I just never heard you talk that much. I wanted to make sure it was actually you.”
Marc smiled and put his hand over his junk, “It’s there, but I think you sprained it last week, Beauty.”
“You were the one being the beast.” They both smiled and Nadine was grateful he had not closed the door. She noticed her boss was in the corner peering at the two of them, she asked, “What did you tell your brother?”
Her cup of tea was in her hand as she peered over the rim at him, Marc’s answer made her spill the contents. “I told him there was a distinct possibility that you will be his sister-in-law.”
She tried to remain calm, “How did we get from two nights in Vegas to matrimony, Mark…or is it Marc?” Was he out of his mind, she had just learned his name a few hours ago and he was moving ahead to marriage? Another gander at her crotch, silently chatting with it, “See what you got us into, Cupcake?”
He was laughing and she then realized she had said it out loud, “Is that what you call her, Cupcake? I do have the perfect frosting for your sweet little treat.” Nadine found little humor in what was being said. Her body language had not changed so that anyone peering into the office would only see a conversation between herself and a potential client. He leaned forward asking for a piece of paper; she obliged, but realized too late it was his opportunity to move closer.
“Being this close to you is driving me insane.” He made doodles on the page as he explained the odds of what has occurred between them being a million to one. It was unwise to ignore the lining up of the universe to connect the two of them and they deserved to see it through to know what is in store for them and their future. His hand grazed hers and he inhaled deeply. He deepened his voice when he told her that the smell of her was sending him into a testosterone-fueled frenzy. He had started to sweat, “I have to get out of here.” Marc went on to explain that he had shopping to do before heading back to Alaska on Thursday, lots to buy, lots to box, and get to air freight before taking his flight.
Nadine wasn’t falling back into the pit of lust with this sex demon, “What exactly are you asking me for, Marc? A few more nights of lust-infused passion?”
He was backing away from the desk slowly. His pupils had dilated and his brow was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. He handed her his business card. “I will take the two nights to start, then we go from there, Beauty.” He asked her to text him the address, and wanted to know what would be a good time to come over, “Because right here and now is not the time nor the place to have this conversation.” He was now standing in the door, looking at his brother. His breathing was becoming more even, and he had stopped sweating. Damn, was she doing all of that to him?
“Six-thirty, Marc. Come over so we can talk.”
He was halfway out the door headed towards the front exit, but she heard his words as he turned, “Good, see you at home.”
All eyes in the office were upon her, including her boss. She raised her tea cup, smiled at him, opened her laptop, and began to rerun the numbers on the Wilson account. Her mind was still on his last words…see you at home.
Chapter Four
The first thing Nadine did when she arrived home was change the sheets. She turned down the covers, placing an open book on her side with her reading glasses perched precariously between the pages. A couple of sprays of lavender on the pillows, an extra fluff, and she made her way to the laundry bin, tucking away any loose articles. Next she did a quick once-over on her bathroom. Wait. She ran back to check the nightstand on the other side of the bed—nothing that required batteries, or indicated frequent sexual activity was in the drawer. She checked her nightstand as well to make sure that side was clear. Back to the bathroom with a couple of Lysol wipes over the toilet, then the bowl, she scrubbed the inside of the basin, then the sink. She changed into a pair of jeans—not too loose, not too tight—and a loose-fitted tee that said Universal Studios.
She had called Mr. Chan for a delivery and quickly realized she may have ordered too much food. She thought of Marc’s appetite and added an extra order of eggrolls. The maid had already serviced the condo over the weekend, and there was no need for dusting or hiding any embarrassing photos. Her home was pet-, clutter- and junk-free. At 6:30, the buzzer rang and it was Mr. Chan. She opened the front door to find not only him, but Marc also waiting patiently to be let in.
After placing the food on the counter, Marc gave the delivery man a fifty with instructions to keep the change. There weren’t many cabinets, so his first guess of which one held the plates was accurate as he unloaded the food, and set the table. He made himself at home by going in her fridge, grabbing a bottle of wine for her while helping himself to a beer. He pulled out her chair, seated himself, and made them both a plate. The whole scene was surreal. Marc was extremely comfortable as he filled her in on the items he had purchased today, which were now on a flight up to Fairbanks this evening.
Other items he needed to buy were not crossed off his list as Nadine reviewed with him the best place to pick up the requests made by his crew. Evidently, Prudhoe Bay was 1200 miles from the Arctic Circle and somewhat remote. He was down for his six month break, leaving back out on Thursday, he added with a smile, “And what a week it has been.” By all accounts it appeared as a normal evening as they chatted away; he helped with the dishes, put the food away, grabbed the remote and sat on the couch, one arm draped lazily about her shoulders. Nadine didn’t know what to make of this; he sensed her discomfort.
“I couldn’t just walk in the door, jump your bones, then say what’s to eat,” he frowned, “Well, I could have, but I thought this was better.” Nadine leaned into the warm cocoon he created with his arm and nestled against his side. Unwillingly, her eyes closed, inhaling the warmth and essence of him. A warm hand was placed on her thigh; she could feel the heat radiating through the material of the jeans. She noticed his breathing had changing with his breaths coming more rapidly, then he asked, “What is that scent?”
She confessed that it was a body oil that she created at one of those stores in the mall. “It is driving me to distraction.” His hand was moving up and down her thigh while the arm about her shoulders had slid downwards towards her breast. “Beauty, I am trying to behave myself, but …” his words were lost when she gazed up at him.
Curiosity prevailed, “But what?”
Small kisses were planted on her face, her cheeks, then her neck, “But, the only thing I can think of is how long it will take me to get you out of these clothes.” He continued telling her of the things he wanted to do, how he wanted to do them, and she had already reached for his belt buckle. The instant she released the top button he sprang to his feet startling her. He almost seemed frantic when he asked, “Which way is the bedroom?” Nadine pointed towards the hallway. It seemed like a silly question since the condo was only 1600 square feet. She gasped as he grabbed her off the couch, slung her over his shoulder with a swat to her ass, “Enough talking…..” was all he said as he started to kick off his boots and unfastened his pants while he walked down the hallway.
Before she had even hit the bed, he had taken her jeans halfway off, was struggling with his shirt, one boot was left in the doorway and he was half hanging off the bed. A couple of packs of condoms were placed on the night stand and within minutes he was fully undressed, ready and standing before her prepared to suit up. His body was magnificent.
His arms were covered in dark wavy hair that matched the light fur on his chest and the a tad bit over five o’clock shadow. He stood at five feet eleven, weighing in at a solid 175 pounds. His abs were flat, his buns were firm and that, yes that instrument of pleasure, was about to make her do some wicked things. In his hand he held the protection, but tonight, she ruefully admitted, she was extremely happy to see him and rolled to her stomach on the be
d. A slow crawl took place as she made her way back to the edge where he now stood, and she lowered her head to take him into her mouth. She had not done this for him before and his knees buckled a bit. Enough encouragement was provided to draw him closer to the bed and on his back. She gently massaged the holders of life as she heard a deep breath, then his audible “oooooohhhhhh!”
She used her hands to massage low, grip mid, while her mouth became a vacuum on the bulb. He groaned, rolled his hips and dug his fingers into the mattress. She eyed his face as he chewed on his lip to maintain his control. Nadine tightened her grip as she massaged up, then downwards, up, then downwards, up again, until he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her face to his. He kissed her passionately while his hands applied the protection as he rolled her to her back. Nimble fingers checked her readiness but there wasn’t enough moisture to handle what he wanted and needed to do to her beautiful body.
He lowered his head, taking in a mouthful of her womanhood as he added extra lubrication with his tongue. Her legs were locked around his shoulders as his hands took her small breast between his fingers. Nadine was barely holding on. His mouth was bringing so much pleasure that he could feel her need blossoming. He slowed his assault before he moved over her, preparing his entry. For some odd reason he removed the pins from her hair first to let the locks fall to her shoulders. “My Beauty,” he whispered as he pressed the tip of himself to her while making eye contact. “Mine, and no one else,” he plunged into her and she cried out his name.
He was relentless as he charged into her over and over. His hand slid down her side and under her right butt cheek as he raised her hip in the air. He rolled his hips under, and then thrust upward forcing her to arch her back in sheer pleasure. Before, her lover had no name, but now armed with knowledge, she was unafraid to use it, “Marc, Marc, Marc,” he thrust harder each time she uttered his name. She was very close but he wanted it to last longer; he shifted his weight again to his side, kept rolling until she was lying on her left hip. He brought her right knee up to his chest, straddled her thigh and checked her face for comfort. His first stroke was a tester that made her mouth drop open. The second stroke made her see stars, forced her eyes to water and caused her nose to run. Just when she thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he thrust so hard and she swore he had dislodged her ovaries. She cried out, climaxed and crumpled on the bed. He shifted her back to the missionary position, whispered in her ear, “I cannot seem to get my fill of you,” before taking his time to find and achieve his own release. He held her close as he stroked her hair, telling her how magnificent she was, how beautiful, and how she had filled a void in his soul. Nadine thought it was all just pillow talk and added no credence to what he was muttering in postcoital bliss.
Marc made a quick run to the bathroom to discard his waste and he was back at her side, pulling the covers around them, holding her close. “Six months isn’t a long time, Beauty. I will be back for you.” Understanding she had work in the morning, he only made love to her once more and held her through the night as they slept in silence.
Chapter Five
Nadine left her extra key to the condo along with a note on the nightstand for Marc. She was as quiet as she could be as she completed her morning yoga routine, ate her toast with a 100 calorie Greek yogurt, showered and dressed for work. She checked in on her….what the hell was he to her….right now, he was her very large, sleeping, teddy bear. Last night was amazing, but today she had work to do, money to make, and consumers to convince to buy items they truly didn’t need. The one thing she was not convinced of was if she needed the complication of Marc Deasley in her life. At the end of the day, he was and would always remain the little brother of her boss. If the situation evolved into something more, and there needed to be a decision of her job or this man, she would probably take the job. Her job she was really great at—relationships, not so much. In her mind, a few more nights with him was not going to alter her life.
Nadine arrived at her office at the same time as usual but this morning something was off. Normally she was the first one in and sometimes the last one out, but today, everyone was in the office when she sat at her desk at 7:30. Curious eyes kept glancing her way and she pretended not to notice the stares. At 9:30, she began the morning briefing, gave instructions for the day to the staff and went back to her desk. Minutes later, Rolland was in her office with the opening word of the day, “Well….”
Uncertain of where he was going with the opener, she began to fill him in on the Wilson account, discussed the preliminary projections on Duncan Signs and finally she reviewed the initial story boards on Crawford Motors. He did not seem pleased. She asked if she had missed something. Fingers rubbed his chin as if pondering how to take over the world, which led to him blurting out, “I am talking about Marc!”
There was nothing to tell him and besides, it was none of his business. Instead she took a different route, “We did talk at length about his idea and his campaign. I have advised him that it would probably work best for all involved if he did not use your surname in the business title, but use a name that was more closely related to the services he planned to provide.” Rolland sprang from the chair giving her a look of utter frustration. Nadine was not going to open this door, but proceeded to securely fasten it so that it would not allow, appear, or emanate any future entry. “That’s all I have on it right now, but I will keep you posted on the progress over the next six months. Since I do have a bit of time to really think through this, I am going to take it to ensure that it will be a workable approach and a good fit.” Her eyes glanced at the door. During eight years of working beside Nadine, Rolland had learned when she was done with a conversation. This was his cue that this conversation was over.
“Keep me posted,” was all that he added on the way out.
At lunch time, Nadine gathered her things, told the office assistant that she was leaving the building for an appointment, and made her way towards the door. She turned and bumped into something solid, which smelled like—“Oh, hello Mr. Deasley.” Nadine was praying that she showed no reaction to being so close to Marc, and side-stepped him. “Good seeing you again,” she said as she made her way to the door. She could feel all the eyes on her back as she made her way from the building. Rolland was standing in his doorway watching the whole scene and for some reason, he was uncertain which one he wanted to protect, his brother or his business partner.
“Ready for lunch?” Marc asked his brother. He had chosen to have lunch with him again since he planned to spend his last night in L.A. with Nadine.
Lunch was ridiculously quiet. Marc knew what this meant, so he started the initial conversation. “What’s eating you Rolland?”
His brother exhaled and began a list that he had evidently been working on since yesterday of all the reasons why this relationship should not go forward. “I know what kind of employee she is, but I really don’t know what kind of woman she is….if that makes any sense.”
Marc understood what his brother was trying to say. “Rolland, in the past eight years, has her private life ever bled into her work life?” He answered no.
“Have you ever known her to be a loose or wanton woman?”
Rolland knew where Marc was going, and headed him off at the pass, “Yeah, but if you hadn’t walked into the office, I would have never known about you either!”
They were at a standoff, so Marc took the direct approach, “What is your real concern here, Roll?”
“My concern is that she is efficient, but sometimes cold. I tried talking to her this morning and she gave me nothing.”
“Maybe she gave you nothing because it is none of your damned business,” he told his brother as he popped a piece of sliced chicken into his mouth.
Rolland was not going to let it go, “When she spoke of you, she did not even say your name. There was no dreamy in her eyes when she talked of your campaign, and even when she bumped into you, her fingers did not linger. She treated you like a stranger!”<
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Marc thought about her fingers last night and a goofy look came over his face. “That’s the look I expected to see on her face, not on yours,” Rolland said and called the waitress over to order a coffee.
Marc was still unfazed by Rolland’s concerns, there were some things his big brother was not understanding. He ran down the list by first explaining that he was Nadine’s boss and she had worked hard to earn his respect, she was not going to lose it by going gaga on the job. She had never shown her co-workers any part of her personal life and they did not need to be a part of it now. “Nadine is trying to maintain a level of professionalism in the office.”
Rolland was now bordering on anger, “Professionalism my ass! She is dealing with my little brother!”
“Which is exactly the reason she is probably not letting you in.” Marc saw his brother back down some. “Besides, how comfortable would you be to have a conversation with your right hand about my favorite sexual position?”
Rolland nearly choked, “I don’t ever need to know any of that!”
“You don’t really need to know any of it. This is new to us both and we are dealing with a great deal of emotions, feelings, and just trying to sense our way through. Let us do it on our own,” It was more of a plea than a statement.
Rolland conceded, “So you are still moving forward with this?” He eyed his little brother with a bit of concern for his tender heart. The death of his fiancée nearly destroyed him and Nadine was a force unlike any he had ever met. If something went wrong and it didn’t work out, he was genuinely concerned for his brother’s mental health. He could not say these things to him, but while it had been six years and Marc appeared stronger, but one could never really tell.
Marc told his brother, “The stars seem to be aligning in our favor, let’s just wait and see what happens.”
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