Bring me to life (The golden collection)

by Carr, Kam

  "I know" he kissed my cheek. "Let's get our table." We walked inside. Blake told the host about our reservations, a woman came over and led us to our table. Blake pulled out my chair and took a seat. I took in my surroundings and gave a sigh of happiness.

  "Anything to drink?" the woman asked.

  "Yes" Blake picked up a drinks menu and briefly looked at it. He looked up at the woman and gave her the smile. I watched her cheeks flush slightly.

  That's how he won me over I giggled to myself.

  "We will have BLANC DE BLANCS POL ROGER ." My mouth hit the table.

  What?

  That was the most expensive bottle of champagne on the menu. He really did what to treat me like a princess. He was going to have to work day and night to pay for this evening. That bottle alone was 120 pounds.

  The woman nodded and rushed off.

  "What are you playing at?" I asked.

  "What?" He looked all innocent and began to study the food menu. I picked mine up and copied. "I just want this to be a special occasion."

  "I know, it's not really a special birthday!"

  He looked up and his eyes glowed. "Georgina, every birthday I spend with you is a special occasion."

  My heart skipped a beat. How did he always find the right things to say? It was as if he was programmed to be charming.

  I leant over and kissed his lips. "Ditto." I retook my seat and looked over the menu again. I don't know why. I knew exactly what I wanted. I always had the same. It was boring I know, but when in Rome???

  The waitress came over and place our champagne in the middle of the table. She poured us each a glass. "Have you decided?" "Yes" I beamed. "I don't want a starter. Just TAGLIATELLE BOLOGNESE." Blake shook his head. He must of known that was coming.

  "Certainly Miss" She wrote it down. "And sir?"

  "I'll have the same please" His eyes were still focused on me. The waitress disappeared. "Tonight is going to be a magical night."

  "I know."

  "Oh no" he began, "I have another little surprise in stall for you."

  I looked curious. Another surprise? He had done enough for me already.

  Wait my main present? He had said that this morning. It was actually starting to feel a little too much. I didn't deserve any of this after what I had been getting up to just lately. On the other hand why was he doing this? We never normally celebrated birthdays like this. Yet, he had never worked on my birthday before. That must be it. He was feeling bad about not seeing me tomorrow. I didn't want him to feel bad. It was nice to be spoilt though. Who wouldn't want to be treated this way? Everything a woman could want, romantic boat cruise, designer dress with shoes, flowers, expensive champagne and a little surprise. Wow... I couldn't of planned this better if I had tried myself.

  I looked over at my handsome man. His blonde hair looked like a halo around his head. There was not another man perfect for me.

  Maxwell?? That voice again.

  However much I tried to suppress the thought of him out of my mind it never actually went away. No!! Maxwell was not perfect for me. I barely knew him. Only as my boss. That was my plan for him just to remain my boss and nothing else. Why did I keep getting this tingle every time his name popped into my head?

  You live in a fantasy world!

  Very true!

  "Here you go" The waitress placed our plates in front of us. "Enjoy."

  Blake raised his glass. "To us" he beamed.

  "To us" I beamed back.

  I was full from my delightful dinner. We had ordered another bottle of champagne and we were half way through that. I don't know what is about champagne but it always goes to my head. The night was brilliant. We had spent hours talking and laughing about when we met. Even the embarrassing clumsy waitress bits.

  "You ready for your surprise?" I nodded. I was dying to see what it was. "Okay." He pulled out a little box and slid it over the table.

  I stared down in astonishment. What was it? I picked it up and looked up at Blake.

  He was gone.

  I started to scan the room and then I felt someone next to me. It was Blake and he was on one knee. Holy shit!

  The box? Was it? Could it? Was he?

  He got a grip of my hand. I was well aware we had now gained an audience. "Georgina Elizabeth Dawson...."

  Oh my god!!! He was! It was!

  "I have loved you from the first moment you spilt that coffee all over me!" I flushed. I was a shitty waitress. "I cannot allow another man to take you away from me. I need to know that I will be spending the rest of my life with you. I don't want no one else. I need you. So...." He took a deep breath, other diners had stopped eating and the place had hushed. "Will you marry me?"

  I looked around they were all waiting. I was stunned, mouth wide open and my eyes matched. I looked down at Blake again he looked like he was going to pass out from the suspense.

  Could I marry him?

  Did I want to marry him?

  I loved him with all my heart. This is what I needed. I knew if I was going to marry Blake then I would forget about Maxwell. I looked round again and everyone looked like they were holding their breath. Yes making myself more committed to Blake would end all the thoughts of Maxwell. Or would it? I looked down again. Blake eyes were begging for an answer. The whole day had been planned around this precious moment.

  But did I want to stop my feelings for Maxwell?

  What feelings did I have for Maxwell?

  No, I had to give Blake my answer.

  I took a long breath. I hoped well prayed I was doing the right thing. ....

  "Yes... Blake Waterman I will marry you!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. He looked happy like a little kid at Christmas.

  "I love you too." I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck. Kissing his face all over. Everyone was clapping and cheering.

  He pulled away and grabbed my face. "Do you have any idea what you just did to me?" I shook my head. I was actually happy. Ecstatic even. Blake and I were going to spend our lives together. "I almost had a heart attack."

  I laughed. "Pretty sure someone here could of saved you."

  "Georgina, you have saved me. You have given me everything I will ever want. I'll make sure to look after you and protect you in every single way possible." His lips embraced mine in a kiss so strong and meaningful. Leaving my lips tingling as he moved away. "You want to wear your ring?"

  "Yes please" He handed me the ring box. I slowly opened it and inside was a platinum ring with the biggest diamond I had ever seen.

  "Wow!"

  "Wow exactly."

  CHAPTER 8

  I put the phone down.

  It was midnight.

  It was Georgina's birthday.

  I wondered if she had worn my gift yet?

  I doubt it.

  I laid down on my bed and rested my hands behind my head. I had spent every minute since Thursday thinking about her. I had to leave my conference early because I couldn't concentrate. Right now I bet she was sleeping with that prick. The thought made me feel like I had been stabbed through the heart. It was always the way. I could never process something or someone 100 per cent.

  When I met Debbie. I thought she was the one. Then we had Olivia and I felt like my life had a purpose. I lost Debbie and Olivia. My business almost lost that too. Lucky for me that old cow had been dumb enough to flash cash my way. Now I wanted Georgina but she was with someone else.

  I kept beating myself up over it. What did he have that I didn't? Money!!! No, Georgina didn't care about money. She was a lot like me. In fact maybe that was why I was falling for her. She was my delta to my alpha.

  Soppy bastard!! Laughed the voice in my head.

  It was true.

  I was meant to be with her.

  I just had that feeling.

  The first moment I met her I was hypnotized. It wasn't just looks. She always seemed to be one step ahead of me. I never knew what she was thinking or what she had in mind.

  I
had to see her.

  I needed her.

  I craved her.

  I hadn't had my fix since Thursday. Fuck that kiss. If only I could of ripped her clothes off and fucked her over my desk.

  What was wrong with me?

  When did I become this person?

  Was it because I was getting older?

  Or Was it because Georgina was something I couldn't have. She was untouchable and that was pissing me off the most.

  I closed my eyes. I had to sleep. Please let me sleep.....

  I jumped out of bed. It was light! It was a dream. It was just a fucking dream. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my breathing was erratic. Even in my dreams she was there casting her spells. I grabbed my phone..9.30am. The knob should of gone now. He better or otherwise I would fire his arse come Monday morning. I couldn't bare this feeling any longer. I strolled through my contacts and reach Georgina's name.

  Do it!!! It was an urging feeling and it couldn't be denied. I pressed call and raised the phone to my ear.

  "Hello" she yawned. I had woken her up.

  "Georgina" I sat back down on the edge of my bed. Her voice was beautiful. "Its Maxwell."

  "Maxwell?" she sounded surprised. "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing. I need to see you. Will you come to see me?"

  "I . . . Er . . .. Er" she hesitated. "Why?"

  "I need to talk to you and I would hate for you to be spending your birthday alone because of me. Besides, I'm lonely here in this house." She giggled. "Will you rescue me?"

  "Do you need rescuing?"

  "I need you" I hushed. I heard her catch her breath.

  She must feel the same way about me. Could that actually happen? Could she want me as much as I wanted her. If only miracles could happen.

  "I'll come and rescue you" she hushed back.

  "Good, I'll send a taxi for lunch time." I paused I couldn't believe I was actually going to say this. I had never said this to anyone in my life not even my own daughter. I was getting sappy in old age. "I missed you."

  "Maxwell . . . . . . . . I missed you too." I could hear the agony in her voice. She meant it. She meant everything she said. She was honest and down to earth. She was a breath of fresh air.

  "I'll see you soon" with that I hit the end button. A massive grin came to my face. Maybe for once Maxwell Thomas would get exactly what he wanted and this time it was not being taken away.

  Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock . . .

  That fucking clock was pissing me off. I had to put some music on. She would be here soon. I was a nervous wreck. I had it all planned in my head. I wasn't going to hold back. Today was the day I would seal the deal. If I had to fire Blake so be it. I would give the money back and watch my business sink. I no longer cared. My eyes were focused on getting Georgina. I had not wanted anyone like I needed her. My life would change today. For the better of course. I wanted to grab it with both hands and rejoice in it every single day.

  The door bell went.

  She was here. I made my way to the door and opened it. The sight of her took my breath away. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a little black jacket with a belt around her waist. Her legs were bare and looked longer because of the heels she was wearing. She had a massive bag with her.

  Why?

  Did she know something I didn't know?

  This was Georgina. I bet she had something planned.

  "Are you going to let me in or are you going to stand there eyeing me up all day?" she gave an innocent white smile.

  "Busted" I laughed as I opened the door wide and let her in. She smelt divine. She always did. "Living room is on the left." She made her way in and I followed.

  I watched how her eyes scanned the room. It was very different to my place in London. It was homely; Two big comfy sofas with cushions, the walls were a warm chocolate colour. A few paintings of landscapes, shelves filled with books, an old fashion stereo which I'd had forever. A Christmas present off my parents. This place was more me not too flash. Humble even. Yeah, I am a humble man. Money is a waste of paper it is printed on.

  "Is this your house?" she took a seat.

  I took my place opposite her on the other sofa. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

  "It's just different from London? I thought maybe you were renting it."

  "No" I laughed. "Its mine. Surely by now you would know me. I'm not a flashy bastard. I like things to be simple, classical and mine."

  "Yours?" she smirked.

  "Mine!" I protested.

  Like I want you to be mine.

  She was still wearing her coat. Was she having second thoughts? Then London came to mind. Did she still think I kissed Veronica?

  Please no!!

  Veronica was attractive but she was too much in your face. Showed everything to everyone. I preferred a classy woman to keep their tits in their bra.

  "You not staying?" I asked.

  A slight smile came to her lips and her blue eyes sparkled. "I'm staying." She crossed her legs and the coat rose up. I noticed she was wearing a garter. I caught my breath and swallowed hard. She must of noticed my reaction as she started to bite down hard on her bottom lip.

  "You like?" I couldn't speak my eyes couldn't leave her legs.

  They were amazing.

  I nodded.

  "Good, because this is a little fantasy of mine." I watched her stand up and her eyes never leaving mine. Seductively she began to undo her belt and slowly one by one the buttons. I shifted in my seat a little. The blood was beginning to pump through my body. I had no idea what she had planned. I was curious.

  What was under that coat??

  "Are you sure you want to see Mr Thomas?" she giggled. She moved to in front of me. I wanted to touch her but I knew as soon as that happened I wouldn't have any control over my body.

  "Miss Dawson, I thought this was your game." She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. She pulled open the coat and let it slide off her arms. It fell to the floor the exact same minute my mouth did. I had gone to heaven. She was wearing nothing except a little black dress open at the front that trailed down to the navel. Two tiny straps were holding her breasts in the dress. It was lace and the skirt barely covered her arse.

  "I think I need to have a good inspection." I stood up and began to walk around her. From every angle she looked better. She ran a hand through her hair and began to lick her lips. I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her close. I wanted her to feel exactly how hard she got my cock.

  "Oh so ready, Mr Thomas" she turned to face me. "How was the inspection?"

  I threw my head back and laughed.

  Did she really have to ask?

  I began to trail my fingers up and down the open space. Her skin was always soft. My hands moved over her breast. I took her nipple between my fingers and began to tease through the lace. Her mouth opened and she let out a little groan. I had to kiss her. I grabbed hold of hair, pulled it back and exposed her beautiful neck. I trailed sweet kisses up until I reached her mouth. She was hungry like me. Our tongues danced with each other. I pulled away trying to catch my breath. In one swift movement I threw her over my shoulder and marched her to my bedroom.

  "Bed? Makes a change" she giggled.

  "Oh yes" I slapped her arse with my free hand and entered my room. I placed her on her feet and stood back to admire her again. I dragged my T-shirt over my head, kicked my shoes off and pulled down my trousers. She took my body in. Slowly I walked over to her and pulled her close.

  "We are not going to fuck today" I pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top so I was gazing down at her. She looked confused a little hurt even. "I am going to make love to you." I bent down and began to kiss her. "I . . . . Want . . . . This...... To.... Be ...... Slow!"

  Both her hands grasped hold of my head and she swallowed slowly. "Make love to me then" she said softly.

  Our eyes locked.

  There was that feeling that I had been avoiding. I began to run my finger down her neck, down over her breas
t, down to her stomach and I cupped her there. I inserted my thumb and with circular motions tried to find that spot. I must of found it as she began swaying her hips and her mouth moulded into a perfect O. I could watch her all day convulsing in an orgasmic state. I removed my thumb leaving her reeling for more.

  Oh yes, this was going to be slow. Nothing like we had done before. This time I was going to savour the moment. Take everything in and make her realize exactly how I felt about her.

  What was the saying?

  Actions speak louder than words.

  I placed myself between her knees and I looked down- She was still wearing her shoes.

  Now that is a sexy look.

  I slowly inserted my throbbing manhood into her and I could hear the low sensual growl of her desire. It felt natural. Right, there was no place I would rather be than inside Georgina Dawson. I got myself into rhythm taking myself in and slowly out. Her groans were getting louder and she was moving at my pace. Her hands found my back and she dug her nails in.

  "Fuck" I yelled.

  It was good.

  The pain exploded my desire. I began to swirl my hips still in my special rhythm. Her nails stuck in deeper and then her hands were in her hair tugging. Her head jointed back and she lifted up her pelvis. She wanted it deep and now I wanted it harder. I began to slam into her and her screams escalated. Her hands crawled the bed sheets and under me she began to unravel. Her eyes caught mine. It took my breath away. She began to convulse once more. Trembling, moaning and I slammed harder and harder until I emptied myself inside her fully.

  I clasped on top of her pushing her into the mattress. Her fingers began to run up and down my back gently.

  "You're shaking" I looked up and she looked beautiful in the post-orgasmic state.

  "You can say it?" I whispered.

  She narrowed her eyes. "Say what?"

  I rested my head in my hands and glared down at her. Did she really not having idea what I was talking about or was this just one of her games. I lifted my eyebrows. "You know..." She was biting down on her lip. "Fine, I'll say it"