by Carr, Kam
She placed the glass to her mouth and cocked her head. "You know how old I am! You read my CV didn't you?" How could I forget the impressive CV? Not as impressive as our first encounter. A little smirk flashed across her mouth. Was she thinking the same as me? I hoped so. "But to refresh your memory" she added. "I'm 24, 25 in eight days."
"It might shock you" I teased. I watched as she kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet under her. She was making herself at home. I myself was relaxing with her. It felt normal. I hadn't spent this much time at home with anyone in a while. In fact, I hadn't spent time with anyone like this in years. I didn't normally allow girls in my home. If I had a date it would finish in a hotel room. In fact, I hadn't done that in a while neither. All I ever did was work all week and sleep on weekends.
Where had my social life gone?
"I think everything about you will shock me?"
"Why do you say that?" I was stunned. Did I give that impression? I hoped not. I knew I could play cold businessman but this was a whole new revelation.
She took a sip of her drink and shrugged her shoulders. "I just get that impression from you."
"There is nothing shocking about me, Miss Dawson. I'm 31 years old!" I waited for her to say no!!! She didn't. Was I finally looking my age?
"I thought that" she laughed. "You must of been rather young when you started up Maxwell’s Stars?"
"Georgina" I exclaimed. "The golden rule is no mixing business with pleasure" I tutted and slumped back into the sofa. "It's the weekend!! We left work in Oxford. Let's just spend this time getting to know each other." I looked over and her big blue eyes were glittering with a hint of laughter. "Tell me about your Dad?"
"My Dad?"
"Yes your Dad? You said he had a business."
"He has a few actually scattered all over Oxfordshire. One in Witney, one in Abingdon, One in Cowley. It was the one in Cowley he wanted me to run. I don't know anything about cars. Except they come in colours and have wheels!" she giggled and downed the rest of her drink. I think the alcohol was beginning to make a little impact.
"I'm very glad you declined his offer. Otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here now." She looked over and her cheeks flushed a little. It was then I had to ask the question that had been haunting me from earlier. "How come your mother has never met Blake?"
She shrugged and looked down at her hands. "I don't want them to meet" she began her voice went quiet. "I mean, you met her!! Isn't exactly the sort to wine and dine with Mrs Waterman."
"You're embarrassed of her?"
Georgina looked up and looked directly in my eyes. They were cold and I had never seen this from her before.
"Yeah I am. Now I hate her after the way she treated me." She gave a sigh. "Please can we not talk about that woman, please!" It was begging. I could tell by the sound of her voice. Right, I had to get this party back on track.
"Music?" She nodded enthusiastically. I got up and I felt her eyes follow me over to the MP3 player.
Her eyes were burning into me. This was going really well. A little smirk came to my lips. Maybe I should send Georgina's mum a present? Just to show how grateful I was for her being a shitty mum!
"You aren't going to tell me anything about the company I work for?"
"NO!" I hit play and the room came alive with the voice of Amy Winehouse. I started to give a little dance. I held my hands out."You want to join me?"
"Not really" she picked up the vodka bottle and gave it a little shake. "I want more!!" Her eyes opened wide to make me aware of her demands. I raised my hands in defeat making my way back to the glorious woman sat on my sofa. How could anyone refuse her?
I slowly prised the bottle out of her hand. I bent down whispering in her ear. "You can have anything you desire, Miss Dawson." She held her breath. "I will give in to any demands you make." I raised slowly giving her the smile. I could see she was flushed and her eyes were full of arousal. Oh, she really did need more drink!!
Georgina was dancing in the middle of the room singing along to Lady Gaga. Well, trying to. She kept forgetting all the words. I was laughing my head off. I looked down at the bottle of vodka. It was empty. I checked the time it was 10.30 pm.
Where had Saturday gone?
We had spent hours chatting, joking, flirting and really enjoying each others company. I had learnt how care free she was and how much Blake's mother despised her. I didn't want tonight to end. I felt my heart sink and the disappointment covered my face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she was standing in front of me. "You aren't enjoying yourself?"
I shook my head. "I was just thinking." I looked up into her big blue eyes and butterflies filled my stomach.
What was her secret?
How had she made me feel this way in such a short amount of time? It wasn't just psychical attraction. I was falling for her.
Too much Vodka Maxwell!!! A voice in my head laughed.
I rubbed my chin. No that wasn't it. There was another reason. I just couldn't figure out what it was.
She sat on the floor in between my legs placing a hand on each one of my thighs. I stared at her beautiful face. She was biting her lip. She obviously had something on her mind. I leant forward and grasped the sides of her face.
"How?" I exhaled trying to suppress the agony in my voice.
Was my mind playing tricks on me?
Was everything just in my head?
Did she feel what I felt?
Did she want what I wanted?
Was she here because she had nowhere else to go? Or was she here because she wanted to spend time with me? She could of gone home at any time. My head was spinning.
Shut up you knob! The voice was back. Stop acting like a girl!!!
"How what?" Her facial expression had changed. Crouched down by me she looked like a lost little girl. "You want me to leave?" She was about to stand up and I stopped her in her tracks.
"No!" I replied instantly. "I like having you here?"
"Then what's with all this weirdness?" she demanded.
"I don't know" I placed my hands over my face and threw myself back into the sofa. I slowly took my hands away. She appeared as confused as I was. What was with all the mind games all of a sudden? "I think . . . Well, I'm sure . . . . You have cast some sort of spell over me and it is really fucking freaking me out."
A little smile sprung to her lips and her hands began to creep up my thighs. "Mr Thomas" she began. "As you are acting all coy with me... I think you need to relax and start enjoying yourself again."
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you have planned?"
"OOo" Her fingers tucked themselves into the band of my Tracksuit bottoms. "You're going to rejoice in what I have planned. Sit up a little." I did as I was told. She slowly pulled my tracksuit bottoms down to my knees. She chuckled at the fact I was wearing no underwear. My blood was already pumping in the right direction. She looked up and licked her lips. "I have been waiting to do this all night!"
She pulled me into her mouth and slowly began to massage me with her tongue. Delicious circle motions. I ran my fingers gently through her hair. I hadn't been expecting this. I relaxed back in the seat and allowed her to take full control of me.
The tip of her tongue began to run up and then down the full size of my engorged manhood. Once again I was back in her mouth, she was sucking and pulling me in then out with her hand directing me.
"Oh fuck" I hissed, grabbing hold of hair and pushing myself deeper into her tantalizing mouth. I closed my eyes revering in the whole mind blowing experience. I was close but this was not how I wanted to come. I stopped her. "Not like this?"
She narrowed her eyes while wiping her mouth. "What do you mean?"
"I have an idea" my eyes grew bigger with greed. I discarded my tracksuit bottoms and held out my hand. "Come." She grabbed hold while I pulled her to her feet. I lead her over to the far wall of the living room. "Face the wall!" I ordered. She obliged. "Place your hands stretched out on the wall." She did.
"Spend your legs!" I moved round behind her and took in another eye full of her perfect arse.
I grabbed the bottom of her cotton dress and pulled it all the way over her head to her arms. "Spread your arms out further." As she did the dress tighten between her arms. She was bounded. Her hands and arms were out of use.
"Whatever you do, Georgina. Never move your hands." She nodded and I carried on with my little game.
I started to trail kisses down her neck, my hands reached to her breasts and began to tug slowly on her already erected nipples. She was breathing heavy and groaning in pleasure. My lips moved down her spine with my finger tips following. Finally, I was at my destination. I pushed my hand into her thong and started to massage her clit with my finger tips. I grabbed hold of her arse to keep her steady. I inserted my index finger inside her.
She was dripping.
With a gentle movement I pushed it further and further inside trying to hit that unknown spot to some men. As I was fully educated I found it first time. With every motion she was getting even wetter.
I stopped and removed her thong. Kissing each leg as the thong skimmed down her soft skin.
"This is going to be mind blowing" I hissed as I rose to my feet.
I gripped hold of her waist. She stuck her arse out for easier access. In one swoop of a motion I sank myself deep inside her. She threw her head back. I twisted her hair around my wrist and tugged hard. I plunged myself in, out, faster, harder. My hand moved round to her clit. I tried to copy the same speed. Faster, harder, faster, harder. She began to tremble while screaming out my name. I carried on. Getting faster and pounding on. Finally, just like magic we came together. Calling out each another's names.
I rested my head on her back and tried to regain my breath. She didn't move. She to was trying to regain hers. I gave her a little kiss and stood up. I pulled her dress back over her head and smoothed it down her body.
She slowly spun round to look at me. Her arms grabbed hold of my neck. She pulled my face down and our lips meet. The sweetest most lingering kiss I had ever experienced in my whole life.
"That was amazing" she hushed as she pulled away.
I pulled her into me and hugged her hard. "No, Georgina... You are amazing." I inhaled the smell of her hair. I never wanted us to go home. I wanted us to stay here forever and ever.
If only wishes could come true?
CHAPTER 5
I laid in Maxwell's bed. It was early and I couldn't sleep. I gazed over at him. HE was such a handsome man. His red hair was a complete mess. HE had a perfect sculpted face- Strong jaw line and perfect plumpish lips. I didn't want to go home!! I wanted to stay here forever. I looked up at the ceiling... Blake came to mind? I wondered what he had been doing? He would be home today. NO doubt with endless stories about Vile Veronica. I cringed at the thought.
I sat up. Where was my phone? I got out of bed. The t-shirt Maxwell had worn was on the floor. I picked it up and threw it on. Right, it was time to search for my phone. I made my way out of the bedroom and into the living room. My bag was still where I had dumped it. I raced over and started digging through the junk. I pulled out the phone . . .
NOTHING!!!
He hadn't even bothered to see how I was.
"Morning" coughed Maxwell. He picked up his cigarette packet off the sideboard "How did you sleep?" He took one out of the packet, placed it between his lips and sparked it up.
"I slept like a baby." That mouth was distracted me again. I looked him up and down. He was just in his underwear. The sight of him was making my body throb with desire.
"Were you expecting a call?"
I looked down at the phone. For a nano second I felt hurt. Blake was meant to love me! Why hadn't he called?
Your meant to love Blake! Why don't you feel guilt?
The voice was right. The first time I had sex with Maxwell I had beaten myself up for it. This time I kept wondering when we could do it again. It was amazing. I had never had an orgasm like that before in my life. There was fireworks. I never knew why people said that till last night.
"He hasn't called" I sighed. Maxwell came over wrapping his arm around me. I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek into his bare chest. His smell was intoxicating. The sound of his heart beating was comforting. Last night he asked what spell I had put on him? He was the one casting a spell on me. I stared up at him and watched him exhale the smoke. I felt protected in his arms.
"Did you want him to call?" His fingers began to play in my hair.
"I don't know" I hesitated. "I'm not sure about anything at the moment."
"Same as me then. We didn't eat last night. Let me fix you some breakfast." He pulled away he had that glint in his eyes. Was it the look of happiness? Did he feel exactly the same as I did? "Sit!!" He ordered in his Mr Boss voice. "You are going to be treated like a queen until its time to head home."
Sadness hit me and I felt my lip tremble. "What will happen when we get home?"
He lifted my chin so our eyes met. "You know" he began. "I have to stick to the golden rule, Miss Dawson." I slowly nodded. I fully understood what he was getting at.
"Will this happen again?" I was trying to hold my sobs in.
"This will definitely happen again!!!" He kissed my forehead and his fingertips brushed my cheeks. "Now... SIT!!" I did as I was told and he disappeared into the kitchen.
Alone I took in the apartment. It was stylish and beautiful All the furniture was oak. My eyes directed themselves to the picture of Olivia. Poor man. I wanted to cry for him. I bet he was a wonderful father.
The walls were filled with landscape pictures. They were breathtaking I giggled when I looked at the wall in front of me. I had never done anything like that before. Apart from Maxwell's office sex had always been strictly bed only. My mind skipped back to Blake. What was I going to say to him? Blake thought I was at my Mothers. After yesterday I was never going to give her the time of day again. No, I was going to stick with the story. I spent time with my mother, it was very unlikely he would ring and check up.
What if he found out Maxwell brought me here?
How will he? I hadn't told anyone. If he did find out Maxwell spent weekend in London. He would never put me and Maxwell together.
Why would anyone?
"Relax little lady." Maxwell announced as he entered the room. He handed me a plate of toast and a cup of coffee.
"You not having any?"
"No, I need to head to the newsagents and grab a paper." I took a sip of my coffee. "Will you be okay?"
"I'll be fine" I smiled as I bit into my toast.
He raised an eyebrow. "I better put something on. Oh and you look mighty hot in my t-shirt." I giggled and tucked into my breakfast.
I had a shower and got into some clean clothes. I felt refreshed. Maxwell was laid out on his sofa reading his newspaper.
"Hey, I brought you something?" I made my way over and he handed me a magazine. I looked at it and then looked at him. I turned my nose up. "What's with the look?"
"I don't read trash like this?" It was one of those celebrity gossip mags. "I mean who wants to know who's fucking who, who's divorced who and who passed out at what club??"
Maxwell laughed. "You do! I run a celebrity agency. We need to know who's hot property. We need to snatch them up."
I sat down next to him. "What happened to the golden rule?" I huffed and opened the magazine. I rolled my eyes and straight away I was face to face with Veronica. Only trash would get into a rag like this. I looked again. She was with a man. I narrowed my eyes. It was in a back of car and she was kissing this man. I knew this man, in fact this man was sat with me right now.
I felt rage build up. I flew round to face him and held the page up. "Is this why you wanted me to read it?" I yelled. I was fuming.
Maxwell snatched the magazine out of my hand and glared at it. He looked confused. "This was last Saturday" he sounded shocked. "Mrs Waterman made us share a car!"
"Did Mrs Waterman make you shov
e your tongue down Vile Veronica's throat!" I screamed. I had to go. I couldn't deal with this. I needed to get home. All weekend I had heard nothing but his fucking golden rule. Here it was in front of us. This man was all talk. "I've got to go!" I stood up.
Maxwell jumped up and threw the magazine across the room. "Georgina" he yelled. "She kissed me!" Well, he would say that. "You know how I work!"
"DO I?" I felt my jaw clench. "I have to go. I'll catch the coach home. Thank you for everything. I'll see you tomorrow at work."
He ran his hands through his hair. "I don't understand why you're being like this. Tonight.. I will have to sit alone knowing your be sleeping with Blake." His voice trailed off and his eyes closed. "I didn't kiss her."
"I still have to go" I pleaded. He slowly turned round and walked into the kitchen. I pulled all my stuff together and placed it in my case.
Within a few moments everything had changed.
Why did I get jealous?
I headed to the front door, let myself out and closed it behind me. I inhaled deeply. It was for the best.. Wasn't it? He was right tonight I would be sleeping with Blake. I began my walk down the corridor to the lift with my suitcase following behind. Half of me wanted to run back, bang on the door, wrap my arms around him and never leave. The other half knew it had to end now. I had spent yesterday living in some fantasy world. I was with Blake and Maxwell was my boss. Whatever I felt for Maxwell had to disappear. I had to make it vanish. I loved Blake yet I loved my job. It was too dangerous. I had too much to lose. No, from now on nothing could ever happen between me and Maxwell again. It was the best for both of us. Maxwell was my BOSS and he would just have to remain my BOSS!!!
Meet Blake Waterman
I fell through the door. It was dark and quiet. I crept in and quietly closed the door behind me. Well, quietly actually meant I slammed it. I looked at the door "Shhhhh". I laughed I was talking to a door. I narrowed my eyes and tried to focus on the cooker clock. It said 1.30am but I couldn't really make it out as the numbers kept moving. I felt dizzy. I needed my bed.