by Kam Carr
"All done?" I looked up and Blake was standing in front of me. A towel wrapped round his waist and his perfectly sculpted body out on display. His blonde hair was wet and pushed back from his face. He was a beautiful man. Any woman in there right mind would be stupid not to marry him.
The butterflies started in my stomach, it took me by surprise. I hadn't felt them in Blake's presence in a while. Well, if Maxwell could move on quickly, so could I.
I stood up pushing Blake into the kitchen side. My mouth found his and I kissed him hungrily. He tasted good. My tongue went deeper into his mouth. He picked me up and placed me on the breakfast bar.
"Oh my god, George" he said as he pulled away. He was breathing heavy and trying to catch his breath. He placed both hands on my face cupping it and staring longingly into my eyes. "I've missed you. Where have you been?"
I ran my hands through his wet hair. "It doesn't matter" I whispered. "I'm back and I'll never leave you again."
I pulled his mouth back to mine and his kiss turned more intense. I had missed him too. The tingle feeling began to run through my body and that longing in my stomach began. I needed him and I needed him now.
I pulled away, jumped down off the bar and slowly undid my skirt. It fell to the floor. I looked up at Blake and he was giving his wicked smile. I could see a bulge poking through the towel. Yes! I still did it for him.
His hands moved round and grasped my arse. In one swoop I was back on the breakfast bar, he dropped his towel, he pulled my knickers to the side and he entered me deeply.
My head fell back with gratification. It felt lush him being inside me. This was where he belonged. I wrapped my arms round his neck and kissed him. I never wanted his mouth to leave mine.
He began to slam into me fast. He was out of control. It wasn't long till he found his release and filled me up. He hugged me hard. I didn't mind that I hadn't had an orgasm. Just the thought of him claiming back my body as his was the best feeling in the world.
"I love you, Georgina Dawson" he hissed.
"I love you too, Blake Waterman."
I was on tender hooks as I entered Maxwell's office holding his morning coffee. He was doing something on his computer. He looked up. His handsome face was a mess; bruises under his eyes and a white strip across his nose.
My heart dropped, it was my fault he looked like that. I placed his coffee on his desk. He hadn't said one word to me this morning and it was hurting. I was just about to leave when I got the urge to say something. I spun round and looked at him.
"Yes, Miss Dawson" he snapped, not taking his eyes off the computer. "Is something the matter?"
"I was just going to ask how your nose is." He looked up, his eyes wide open and that cold stare. I didn't like it when he gave that stare to me. "It looks pretty bad" I added. "Is it painful?"
"Why do you care?" Maxwell huffed. "Since you didn't give me any warning it could have been avoided. I had to cancel an important lunch meeting to go and sit in A and E for four fucking hours." His eyes went back on to the computer. "Is that all?"
"Yes, Mr Thomas" I took that as my cue to leave his office and return to my desk. I sat down in my chair and looked at my own computer. I was pretty sure Maxwell was over me now. After getting him punched in the nose, I doubted there was no love there any more.
I sighed, it didn't matter now. I was getting married. Shit! I hadn't phoned Amy to meet up and help me choose my dress. I didn't think Maxwell was going to leave his office any time soon. I grabbed the phone and dialled her number.
"Hello, Amy" she sang.
"Amy, its Georgina. What are you doing Saturday?" I asked.
"Nothing, why?"
"I'm getting married on the 26th May and need help getting a dress. Will you help me?" I looked up and Maxwell stood over me and Still giving me the cold glare. God, this was going to be one long day. Busted!
"Okay, why so rushed?" she sang.
"I gotta go, tell you more later." I put the phone down and looked up at him. "Mr Thomas?"
He raised an eyebrow and handed me a folder. "26th? Congratulations. If you have time can you retype these letters and send them off." He headed to his office. "By the way if you're going to make phone calls... Please do it in your own time. After all this is a workplace and you don't need any more distractions." With that he slammed his door.
By lunch I had completed my task. I had a few messages to give Maxwell. I'd been putting it off for a while. Looked like I had no choice now, he hadn't left his office since he flipped out. Maybe I had seen the true side of him? I hoped not, I liked working here. I had got to know nearly everyone and we all made a nice team.
I got up from my desk and grabbed my notepad. I walked over to his door. Prepare yourself, I told myself. I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Yeah" he yelled. I could tell by the sound of his voice he was still pissed off. I entered and gave him a massive grin. He didn't return it and glared back down at his computer. He had been on that thing all day, which was unlike him.
"Miss Dawson?" He grunted.
"Just thought I would come and give you your messages before I go for lunch." I placed my note pad on the desk. He grabbed it and discarded it next to him. "Did you want me to get you anything while I'm out?"
"No" he snapped. "Go to lunch. When you get back I need you to make some phone calls and reschedule some meetings." He looked up and gave his smile. "As you can tell by the state of my face....." He made a circle with his finger around his nose. "I'm not exactly in a position to see anyone. I don't want them to get the wrong idea about me."
I looked down at my hands. He was really dwelling on this. "I'm really sorry. I had no idea Blake was going to come in and do that. I did have a go at him... If that makes anything better" My voice trailed off.
What was I saying sorry for? He'd had the affair with me too. Blake had hit both of us. Which, when thinking about it I would of done the same too. Any normal person would.
"Let's not talk about it again. Golden rule, Miss Dawson, golden rule" He hissed through gritted teeth.
This man was so annoying. Why didn't he just say what he really wanted to say? He was behaving like a child who couldn't get his own way. He was really beginning to get on my nerves and treating me like a naughty school girl. I was a 25 year old woman and he was a 31 year old man. We were adults and we should start speaking about this like adults. I could feel my temper rising.
"You know what...” I yelled, marching over to his desk. I placed both hands on the desk and leaned over directly in front of him. "I'm not sorry about your face.” He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "You would have done the same thing to the bloke who cheated with your girlfriend."
"Fiancée" he corrected, a little smirk appeared on his face. Now he was laughing at me, the nerve of this man.
I stood up and crossed my own arms. "Well, that is the correct term. Anyway, can you stop acting cold towards me? We have to work together and if this is beginning to become a problem I will have to leave."
He began to run his fingers over his lips. That mouth again. I wish he wouldn't do that. He knew it was distracting. I looked away he had to hear this. "And I don't want to leave. I like working here. I like all the people here and I actually like you as my boss." There I could finally breathe.
He waited a few seconds. "That was an impressive speech, Miss Dawson." He placed both hands in the air. "Okay, I surrender. I have acted very childish today." Finally we agreed on something. "I would hate you to leave too. I like having you as my PA. Let's start a fresh. Pretend nothing happened."
I nodded. "Thank you" I went to turn on my heel to leave.
"Oh Miss Dawson, could you grab me some lunch" he asked after me.
I turned and looked at him. Had my Maxwell returned? From the look of his eyes and the smile he had. "It will be my pleasure, Mr Thomas."
***
Maxwell
How I wanted her pleasure. I ran a hand through my hair, this
was becoming the hardest day of all. I didn't want to be cold towards her, but it was a way of coping. Two weeks and she was going to be Mrs Blake Waterman. I slammed my fist down in anger.
That smug bastard thinking he could walk in here and bust my nose. Who the hell did he think he was? I should of called the police and get the posh boy prosecuted.
An evil smile appeared on my lips. I could imagine him being arrested and thrown in a cell. That would teach the fucker to mess with me. Then my mind turned back to Georgina. It was lucky I liked Georgina more otherwise I would do right now.
Like? I loved her to the moon and back. Just being in her presence broke my heart. Why did I let her go? I gave in when it got too difficult. I put my business before my happiness. Now she was ringing her friends planning wedding dresses. The idea made me cringed.
The phone rang looked like it was back to normality. "Hello, Maxwell Thomas speaking" I answered.
"Mr Thomas," the lady began. "Guess what I'm doing this very minute" her voice sounded cold and irritated.
I sat up in my seat. I knew exactly who it was. "I have no idea, Mrs Waterman. What are you doing?"
"I'm planning my son's wedding" she hissed.
"What a delightful way to spend your day" I replied sarcastically. He even had to get mummy to sort out his wedding. I laughed wondering if mummy still tucked him in at night. No, my girl was doing that.
"NO, it’s not delightful" she yelled down the phone. I moved the phone away to protect my ear drums. "I'm giving you till their wedding day to do something to stop it. If you fail, I will take back my money and watch your company smash to the ground. Do I make myself clear?"
I rested my head on the back of my chair. Fuck, I didn't need this right now. "Okay, I'll try my hardest."
"Oh no" she laughed. "There will be no trying, you WILL do it!" With that she hung up. I placed the phone back. What was I meant to do? I couldn't afford to give the money back. Great, I was stuck in the corner and there was no way out.
I was still deep in thought when Georgina returned with my lunch. "Here you go" she smiled, placing a sandwich and a packet of crisps on my desk. She was just about to leave the office.
"Miss Dawson," she stopped and looked at me. "Why don't you eat your lunch in here with me?"
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She walked back over to my desk and sat down in the chair opposite. She pulled out her sandwich from the bag. She looked up and smiled. I loved her smile and the way her eyes lit up at the same time.
I took her lead and started to eat my sandwich. We sat for a few moments in comfortable silence. I remember reading once that a couple who were comfortable being together in silence were more likely to stay together.
You're not a couple, I did hate that voice in my head.
"So," I said. "Your wedding is in two weeks." She nodded and carried on eating. "What's with the rush?"
She shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head to the side. "Blake's mother is organizing it and she donated some money to the church. They said we could have it on the 26th" Her eyes looked down at her sandwich. "I would have preferred longer.... Let's not talk about this. I'm dying to know did Amber and Brett get together."
I swallowed what was in my mouth and laughed. Only she would be mentioning that uneventful weekend with my sister. "Yep."
"So Libby is well gone?"
"I would believe so." I stopped eating and looked over at her. I had missed spending time with her. It killed me to think she was sleeping in Blake’s bed. The thought made my stomach churn. I could feel the lumps rising up in my throat. I had to think of a way to distract myself. "How about we go for drink after work to celebrate?"
She stopped eating and began biting down on her lip. She was deep in thought. "I'm not sure. Blake will be expecting me to be home by six and if he found out ..." she stopped and pointed to my nose. "Well, I don't want him to hurt you again."
It was time for the Maxwell Thomas charm. "How about we leave early today go for a drink and I get Cinderella home before six?" I gave my knicker combustion smile. I would do anything to spend some time with her. I would sell my soul for one more touch of her lips.
"You will get me home dead on six?" She asked her eyes were serious, but yearning at the same time. How could one woman make me feel completely turned one with just one look. I slowly nodded and shifted in my seat. My arousal was getting uncomfortable.
A big grin appeared on her lips. "You got yourself a date, Mr Thomas."
Dead on half four we left work. The best thing about working in Oxford City Centre was there was a bar and café on every corner. We stepped outside and I immediately took hold of Georgina's hand. It took her by surprise and she didn't pull away. I looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back, blushing a little.
We walked for a little and stopped outside O’Neil’s. We stepped inside, Georgina went in search of a table and I grabbed the drinks.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked as I placed the drinks down. She looked on edge and was scanning the room. I guess to make sure there was no one here who may know her or Blake.
"I'm just being paranoid" She took a sip of her drink-vodka and orange her favourite. She looked up "What if he finds out?"
I took a sip of my beer. "How is he going to find out?" I put my beer down and reached over grabbing her hand. Our eyes locked. With my free hand I ran my finger down her cheek. I watched as she took in a deep breath and didn't let it out.
Her eyes were yearning with desire and they were begging me to kiss her. I slowly shook my head. I couldn't go back there again. Not because I didn't want to, because if I started to kiss her soft lips I would never let her go.
She pulled her hand away and looked down at her glass. "I think I should go."
"Why?"
"Because...” She downed the rest of her drink. "We can't be trusted alone together out of work. See you tomorrow, Mr Thomas." She grabbed her bag, coat and was gone.
I looked at the door hoping she would run back in, but it didn't happen. I looked over at the empty glass. Her lipstick marks still impressed on it. I ran a hand through my hair and leant back. Why didn't I just kiss her? Why was I such a fucking girl sometimes?
I loved her to the moon and back. She was everything I needed and wanted. I couldn't wait to see her tomorrow. Shame she was now actually sticking to the golden rule.
***
Maxwell
It was Wednesday already. I normally hated them, but today I felt myself in a hurry to get to work. When I arrived Georgina was leaning over the desk. She was wearing that skirt again, the one that showed off her perfect arse. She turned to face me with her big smile. The blouse fitted her perfectly, a few buttons were undone and I could see a hint of a black bra. What was she doing to me? Had she worn this one purpose? I rubbed my face, Calm yourself down, Maxwell the voice began.
"Morning, Miss Dawson" I cheerfully said as I made my way into my office. "May I just say how mighty fine you look today."
"You can" she blushed. "Thank you, the top is new."
I eyed her up and down. By the look on her face I was welcomed to do so. "Suits you" I hushed. I shook my head. I couldn't get mesmerized in her beauty and sexiness.
"Um... Coffee when you're ready." She smiled and I entered my office.
Fuck, how much longer could we play this game? I was really struggling to keep my hands off her. This was beginning to become an out of control obsession. I sat down at my desk. I was fed up with this urging feeling. This constant need for her and the on going thought that I will never have her.
Georgina came in and placed the coffee on my desk- Giving me a great view of her cleavage. I wanted to bite my fist to hide my frustration. I turned away, not today, I couldn't mess up today. I had to go along with her wishes. I was THE boss.
"You okay?" She chirped, raising an eyebrow. I looked over. Was she doing this on purpose to me? Was this one of the games she had created – How turned on can I get Maxwell? I nodded and
she walked out. Right, I had to pull myself together. I had a business to run and a PA I wanted to bang.
Why? Why was she all I could think about? If I wanted to, I could go out tonight and pick up any woman I wanted. Why wasn't I doing that any more? I sighed, because I didn't want anyone else.
"Maxwell," Jan the managing director came running into my office. She was smiling from ear to ear. "We did it" she yelled, jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
I looked bemused and shocked. I'd never seen Jan act like this. She was normally cool and head strong. It must be really good news. "What’s happened?" I noticed Georgina was standing in the doorway laughing at Jan.
"The American contract" she screamed. "We got it!"
I opened my mouth in shock and Georgina came running into the office. I stood up ran over to her and scooped her up spinning her around in the air.
I put her down and turned to Jan. "Seriously?" She nodded and I gave her a hug. I couldn't believe it. Finally I was out of the shit. We had spent months trying to get this contract and now we fucking had it. My business was back on top and it felt fucking great. I stood back and relief filled me.
"Right, tell the broad we are all going out for champagne breakfast" I ordered Jan. I turned to Georgina. I could see how happy she was for me. "Will you come?"
She slowly shook her head. She walked over to my desk and sat down in my chair. "I don't think that's a good idea, do you?" Her eyes looked at the computer screen and then to me. "What's this?" She leaned forward and took a better look at it.
I walked round to her and took a look. It was my screen saver. She looked up and placed a hand over her mouth. It looked like she was going to cry. I hoped for a good reason.
"It's my screen saver" I placed a hand on her shoulder. "I found the images on the camera Blake threw at me." The screen saver was made up of lots of different pictures of Georgina in a peach dress. She was posing and the smile on her face was amazing. She looked like a classic model, even with the pouting.