by Carr, Kam
"What you thinking about?" said a voice.
I looked up and HE was standing over me. I sat up and pulled my shoulders back. Wouldn't he want to know? Even in the dark he was one hell of a man. Strong, broad and tall. The moonlight hit his hair and the red jumped out at you. My eyes looked at his mouth. That magic mouth. How I would want that mouth on me right now. To process it and feel it on my bare skin. I pushed my legs together tightly. It was wrong to want HIM as much as I did.
He took a seat next to me, pulled out his cigarette box, took one out and lit it. He turned to look at me. "What's wrong with you?"
I shrugged and made my eyes divert from that mouth. How I wish I was that cigarette. "What are you doing here?" I finally managed to ask.
He tilted his head to the side and gave that smile. "You." He flicked some ash and carried on smoking the cigarette.
"Why her?"
"You jealous?" he laughed. I looked away. "You are? Oh, Miss Dawson you are a funny little woman. I'm jealous too you know. I wanted to reach over the table and drown that prick in his soup." He clenched his fist. "Knob! I can't bare him to touch you."
"If anyone was a knob today it was YOU!" I snapped. I placed my head in my hands and groaned. This was a mess. I was a mess! Never in my life would I of thought it was possible to feel this way over two men.
He put his hand on my knee. His touch on my bare leg was electrifying. I slowly removed my hands and looked up into his eyes. He was beautiful. The feeling began low in my stomach. I needed him, I lusted after him and I loved him. It hurt again.
"I know" he said softly, trailing his fingers up and down my leg. "I'm sorry. I told myself over and over again today to get over you. Every time I saw you- I wanted to grab you and kiss every inch of you. I couldn't and it is fucking frustrating for me."
"Are you with her?" I cried reaching out and grabbing his hand. I began to rub my fingers over his knuckles. He had such big hands, powerful, controlling and in luring. Like him.
"No" he smiled. "I want to be with you." His words took my breath away. We sat staring at each other lost in our own little world.
"Georgina!"
My hand moved from Maxwell's quickly and I regained myself back. I looked up and Blake was walking towards us. He had a big grin on his face. I felt relief he couldn't of seen or heard anything.
"What are you doing out here?"
I smiled back and looked over at Maxwell. He threw his cigarette and folded his arms. He was giving Blake the cold glare. I laughed in my head at the thought of what he said about Blake and the soup.
"Me and Maxwell were just talking."
"About?"
"Maxwell was telling me about a conference this weekend and he wants me to go with him." It was the only way I could see him again and I was desperate for him. I looked over urging him with my eyes. He understood and a little grin came to his lips.
"Really?" Blake narrowed his eyes. "Couldn't you speak about it tomorrow?"
Maxwell shrugged and began to rub his thumb over his lips. He was thinking. "Yes, but I only found out tonight. It will be good for Georgina to come with me. She'll learn more about the business and it will be a perfect way to introduce her into scene."
Blake nodded. He held out his hand and I took it. "If needs must." He helped me get up. "Come, let's go back to our celebration." He led me back indoors.
"Oh and Miss Dawson" Maxwell yelled after us. I turned round to look at him. He was smiling ear to ear. "Bring something dressy there will be a formal do." He winked and I started biting my lip.
Another weekend with Maxwell... I couldn't wait.
CHAPTER 11
I couldn't take my eyes away from her. Here we were sitting in a meeting and all I could think about was sprawling her over this table. I shifted in my seat to get a better glance of those legs. Every aspect of her was endearing.
I watched how she brushed a strand of hair away from her face and the way her mouth pouted as she concentrated. A whole weekend away with her alone.
No shit face Blake, no business, no Oxford.
Just us.
The excitement began and I coughed to try to relieve my discomfort. She looked over and started biting down on that lip. She must be thinking the same. A little grin appeared on my lips and I slowly undressed her with my eyes.
I looked over at the clock, not long and she would be under my control. Anything was welcomed this weekend. I could do anything I wanted to do. She was mine.
"Maxwell!" I turned to see my managing director glaring at me. "Did you hear?"
I waved my hand. "Yeah, yeah!! Good as soon as you know when the publicity will start let me know. Shall we call it a day?" She nodded. Thank fuck for that. "Good, have a nice weekend."
Straight away everyone dashed to the door leaving me and Georgina alone.
I loved being the boss!!
Georgina got up and picked up all her bits. I followed her lead. "You want to share the lift with me?" She said in a suggestive manner.
"Lead the way" she smiled leaving me trailing behind. I could study her all day long if she let me. Beautiful long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, rosebud lips and such a hot body. Yes, she ticked all the boxes for me.
She stopped and called the lift. We both stood there not talking. Every now and again our eyes would lock, she would blush and look away. The lift pinged, opened and we stepped inside. Once alone with the doors safely shut I reached out and placed my hand on her perfect arse.
"Mr Thomas, you're breaking the golden rule" she laughed.
I looked down and gave a smug grin. "What are you doing to me, Miss Dawson?"
She grabbed my tie and yanked it down...Our lips were itches apart.
"Oh Mr Thomas, I think you mean what am I going to do with you?" Her lips met mine and her tongue invaded my mouth.
The lift pinged and we jumped apart just as the doors opened. A few people stepped in. I looked over and blew a little air out of my mouth. She blew a kiss in my direction. I couldn't wait for work to end. .. . . .
We were sat in the car ready to start our weekend. As soon as that clock hit 5.30pm I grabbed her and dashed for the door. I didn't want to waste one special moment of our weekend together. I had put a lot of thought and planning into this. I wanted this to me the time of our lives. I watched her do the seat belt and sit back. "You need to wear this!" I waved a blind fold up.
She raised an eyebrow and took it. She began to study it. "What sort of kinky stuff are you into?"
I laughed. "Always thinking about one thing. Put it on!" I ordered. She did as I asked. "Suits you. Now keep it on till I say."
"Why?"
I lent towards her and kissed her cheek. "All in good time, Miss Dawson. All in good time." I sat back in my seat and turned the ignition on. The music blared through the car- Damien Dawn your heart.
"Oh my god! I love this song" Georgina gasped, she held her hand to her chest and began to sing along.
I loved this song too. I was hardly a very sentimental man but after Sunday I had listened to
over a thousand times. The words were so true. "And when you're next to me, you're still light in my reach, But I just long for you, My soul is dark, I cease the night." And hearing Georgina singing them they meant even more.
I got the car moving and we were off.
I felt content for the first time in years. Here I was taking a beautiful woman away for the weekend. I felt young and carefree. I was hardly young. I had missed out on a lot. Everything has been always about the business. The only truly happy moment was watching Olivia be born and now she was miles away calling another man Dad. Fucking prick! Business got in the way of everything. Thank god! For a whole weekend I didn't have to think about it. Georgina was mine for the weekend. We could pretend to be different people. Before I knew it we at our destination. I cut the engine and Georgina spun round to look at me.
"Why we stopping?"
"We are here!" I laughed.
"You said we were leavin
g Oxford far away. I doubt we are even a mile away from it." She folded her arms and slumped back into the seat.
"Wait and see" I got out, walked round and helped Georgina out. "Wait here!" I ordered. I looked over and the staff were all there waiting. I threw my keys at the youngest. "Bags are in the boot." He caught the keys, nodded and got on with his task.
"What are you doing?" snapped Georgina her arms were still folded and she was tapping her foot impatiently. It was an amusing sight. I wonder how long I could make her stand there. I started to laugh I shouldn't be mean.
"MAXWELL!!"
"Come" I grabbed her hand and escorted over to the plane. "There's steps be careful." I helped her with the stairs once inside I removed the blindfold. "Ta-da!!"
She looked around the tiny cabin.
"Is this yours?" She began to walk around. It was only a little plane nothing too flashy. It had two sets of seats and two tables. You couldn't travel far as it didn't have a bathroom. I used it mostly for business meetings in Europe and Ireland.
"My companies" I smiled. I sat down in one of the seats. Georgina was in awe of it all. I had impressed. Not like that was important. She looked like a little child lost in time. She turned and smiled. "Take a seat." She sat down next to me.
"Where are we going?"
"Cannes" I raised an eyebrow.
"Cannes" she played with the word. "Wow, that is away from Oxford. I have never been to France. It's meant to be beautiful there. Why did you choose Cannes?"
"My parents have a holiday home there. I haven't been for a while and they said it was free this weekend." I grabbed hold of her hand. It was good to touch her whenever I wanted to. "I want to make our weekend special." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "For I know this could be our last."
The smile fell from her face and she looked up. Her eyes big and dull. "Please" she sighed. "Can we just have fun and forget about life for a little bit. At this moment in time there is no Blake, no business. Please!" she urged.
Those words were like music to my ears. We were very much alike. I wrapped an arm around her and fell into my embrace. The air-hostess came on board. I didn't have to remove my arm and that felt good. A whole weekend where no one knew who we were. We could relax and enjoy one another. This was going to be perfect.
CHAPTER 12
"Oh my god!" I laughed as I ran from room to room. The place was amazing. All marble floors, white clean walls, Roman style pillars and that was just the living room. I ran into the bedroom, a four poster bed with blue drapes with a fancy on-suite bathroom with all the mod cons and the biggest bath I had ever seen.
In another room, wow a cinema room. I ran back into the living room. Maxwell was standing smiling at me. Then I noticed the large balcony doors. I opened them and stepped outside. The view was amazing and so was the hot tub.
"That's La Croisette beach" He whispered in my ear. I felt his arms wrap round my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder. It was beautiful the full moon reflecting on the sea. clear sky and the stars twinkling. I closed my eyes and took in the fresh cool air.
This didn't feel real . . . I hoped I wasn't dreaming and if I was I never wanted to wake up.
"It's all real, baby" He began to kiss my neck. I stood frozen.
Could he read my mind now?
Or did he feel the exact same way I did. I hoped he did.
Then the pang of guilt hit me. Blake would be sitting eating dinner alone and here I was in France with my bit on the side. His kisses felt too good. He meant more than just a bit on the side. Every time I was next to him my heart would pound and a wave of desire came over me. This man was beautiful, truthful. successful, sexy, strong and most of all he loved me. I turned to face him, placed my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
I didn't want to let go.
I never wanted to let go.
He was perfect.
Everything was perfect.
"Come, let's get changed and go out" He grabbed my hand and took me inside. "Now did you remember to pack that dress."
"The black one?" I raised an eyebrow in a suggestive manner. He cocked his head to the side and gave his special smile."No I didn't bring that one. I brought a nice evening one." I walked over to my suitcase. "I'll be a while."
"Take all the time you want . . ." He strolled over to me, placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up. "I've waited this long for you... I don't mind waiting a little bit more." With that he kissed me. The most passionate and affectionate kiss I had ever had in my whole life. The butterflies started fluttering in my stomach. When he pulled away. I wasn't sure if I would be able to stand up alone.
Him and his perfect mouth.
We walked hand in hand. People were walking past and not even taking a single bit of notice of us. It was wonderful to not have to worry about hiding and keeping everything secret. We could be ourselves and feel free to do whatever we pleased.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
“My friend has a bar here. I thought we could go, have a drink and I could introduce you. " He put his arm round my shoulder. "I can finally show you off. Let everyone know that I am with the hottest woman in England."
I gushed at his words.
I wanted to be shown off. I wanted to meet his friends. Maybe uncover something real about him. I beamed.
I wondered what he was like when he was younger?
What was he like before he became the boss?
All in good time, Georgina, all in good time!
He led me down a little back street. The bar must be close as I could hear the music, people cheering and the smell of cigarettes. I missed that smell.
We stopped at a little door and made our way in. I couldn't see anything it looked really dark. We went down some stairs and all of a sudden it was bright and loud. The bar was crammed with people. Maxwell headed straight for the bar never letting go of my hand. He pushed his way to the front.
"What do you want?" he yelled into my ear.
"Vodka and orange" I yelled back. He smiled and took his attention back to the bar.
A man wearing a tight white t-shirt with black spiky hair came over. "Maxwell!!!" He yelled, he took Maxwell’s free hand and shook it. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Just came away for the weekend" He placed his arm round me and pulled me close. "This is Georgina - my girlfriend."
My eyes widen. Well he couldn't exactly say I'm the PA he's fucking!!
To hear him say my name and girlfriend in the same sentence was breath taking. "Hey" he smiled. "You can call me Brett. Right, you two must go upstairs to the VIP suite. I'm on a break soon I'll come and join you." HE leant towards me. "I have lots of stories to tell." He winked.
"Anything he says he's lying!"
With that Maxwell led me upstairs.
We took our seats in the flashy VIP area. There was not as many people up here like downstairs. A woman came over took our drink order and within seconds she was back. "All on the house" she beamed.
I looked over at Maxwell. "Well, it certainly pays off coming away with you." I took a sip of my drink his head was resting in his hands and his eyes blaring at me.
"When you're in that tiny dress it pays off coming away with you!"
I looked down at my red boob tube dress. I did look amazing. It hugged all my curves and showed off my best features-my legs.
I tilted my head the way he did and tried to copy his special smiles.
His eye widen and we were locked in our own world.
"Oh Miss Dawson" I shifted in his seat. "I will fuck you right here and now. I don't care who's watching." That was a threat. I had those tingles again.
To tell the truth I would jump on his lap and let him take me.
"But, I don't want any other man knowing how good it is to see my girl come."
I reached out and grabbed his hand. "Your girl?" I blushed. "That has a good ring to it. So, does that make you my man?"
A little grin came to his li
ps and took a sip of his drink.
Did I say the wrong thing?
Was I coming on too strong?
No, he had already told me he loved me. I felt the panic rush over me. Had I destroyed this weekend already?
Me and my stupid big mouth.
He leant forward brushing his fingertips along my cheek. "I'm yours" he seductively whispered. "I love you" with that his lips brushed against mine and the biggest smile appeared on my face.
I knew it was wrong?
I was engaged. But to have this man gain procession over me was out of this world.
"Ummm" said a voice, I looked up and it was Maxwell's friend who owned the bar. I felt heat in my face and shyly turned away. Maxwell grabbed my hand. "Am I interrupting?"
"No" Maxwell said. "Sit your arse down. I see you brought gifts." Referring to the tray he was holding there must of been over twenty shot glasses all filled.
"Perks of running the place" he took a seat next to Maxwell. "I thought we could have a party." Another woman joined the table, pretty looking with black hair and dressed in jeans and t-shirt. "This is Libby. My girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" Maxwell looked confused. "What happened to the wife?"
Libby took her place at the table. "The wife is long gone" she spat. His eyes directly hit Maxwell. "You must be the long lost friend Brett has told me about."
"Indeed I am" Maxwell spat back. "This gorgeous young woman is my girlfriend Georgina Dawson."
"Please to meet you Georgina."
I gave a half smile. On first impressions I didn't like Libby and I don't think she liked me very much. All in the name of female rivalry.
"You too."
"Yeah yeah yeah!!! It's all nice. We are all introduced." Brett picked up a glass. "Let's get fucked!!"
"Cheers to that!" Maxwell laughed grabbing a glass and downing the shot. This was a whole new side to him. He actually had friends and he could socialize. I liked this Maxwell. I took a shot and followed his lead. Libby just looked at us as if she was too good to join in.