The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  "Is this what you were doing yesterday?" She coughed through her tears. I wasn't sure if she approved or thought it was stalker behaviour. I slowly nodded. "And the quote-Did my heart love 'till now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'till this night. Where’s that from?"

  I bent down to her level and grabbed hold of her hands. "It's from Romeo and Juliet. It's when Romeo meets Juliet for the first time and it's exactly what I thought about you the first time we met."

  Her eyes cleared and she placed a hand on my cheek. "Oh Maxwell, it's beautiful" She lent forward and our lips met. It was the sweetest most intense kiss of my whole entire life. Her hands were in my hair gently massaging my head.

  I pulled away our noses still touching. "Why don't we have our own private celebration? I could get us a hotel room and we could spend the whole day together." I held my breath while she thought about it. "Please, it could be our farewell to each other."

  "If that does happen," her eyes looked away and I could hear the sadness in her voice. "I will have to stop working here and it will be our final farewell. I'm getting to the point where I can't trust myself around you anywhere."

  "Just stick to the golden rule, Georgina" I begged.

  "There's no point, we just broke it" she whispered.

  She was right we had just broken it. I needed her badly it hurt.

  "I love you, Maxwell, even if you don't love me any more and I need closure. We spend the day together like you said and that will be it. We will never see each other again." I hugged her tight. "It will be better this way for both of us."

  I blocked out her words. I couldn't imagine never seeing her again. However, if this was what she wanted, then I guess I had no choice. No matter what I did she was still going to marry that fucker. I had no choice but to agree. If I wanted to spend a day with her it was going to be on her terms, as much as I despised them. It was the only way I would get a fix of the woman who I loved more in the entire world.

  CHAPTER 16

  Georgina

  The hotel room was grand. The bed was a massive four posted one, made out of solid wood with red velvet drapes. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

  I felt sick. I didn't know whether to be here or not. What if Blake turned up and found out we were both gone. I knew he would put everything together and come searching for me. I looked over at Maxwell. He was undoing his tie while he spoke to room service

  I was sad too, me and my big mouth. It had to be done now. All week I had distracted myself from his advances. After seeing what he did on his computer, taking all the time to make it – melted my heart.

  The quote was out of this world. I can't believe I asked where it was from. Exactly what did I study at University? Maybe he did love me after all. Maybe he said he didn't in Cannes so I would hate him and stop loving him. There was no maybe about it. He did love me. I loved him and in less than two weeks I was getting married to Blake.

  Surely I couldn't be in love with two people at once? Was it possible or did I just think I was in love with both. What ever it was today was the end of Georgina Dawson and Maxwell Thomas. After today there would be no more. My heart sank and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

  Why was this difficult? Why was everything difficult lately? It wasn't fair. Maybe if I had met Maxwell before Blake...I shook my head, now I was just being stupid.

  "Hey," Maxwell sighed, running his fingers through my hair. I looked up even with a broken nose he was handsome. It gave him more of a bad boy look and that was sexy. "You can talk to me, I won't bite" His eyes lit up with amusement. "Too Hard."

  I laughed and hugged him tight. I had missed the way he smelt and felt. "Oh Maxwell" I let out my agony. "It's not fair," I ran my fingers up and down his strong broad chest. "Why does it have to be this way?"

  He pulled away, still holding on to my wrists and looked directly in my eyes. "Don't marry Blake" he replied sternly.

  I rolled my eyes, hadn't we had this fight before and it resulted both times in me leaving. I didn't want to leave this time. I had made a promise never to run.

  "I really don't want to speak about Blake. Let's spend time together like we were meant to in Cannes and not worry about anything till the end of today."

  "Okay, I promise." There was a knock on the door. “Champagne" he cheered. He walked over to the door and a man walked in pushing a trolley. There was champagne and strawberries. Maxwell tipped the man and he left. "Would Miss Dawson like a glass?" He laughed at me. He knew I would never refuse. He poured me a glass and strutted back over to me. "Here".

  I took a sip and it tasted fantastic. "Wonderful" I gushed, not once taking eyes away from his handsome face.

  "Come" he walked off and I followed. He led me into a room. "Jacuzzi? It would be rude not to" He pouted and I tried to look stern. It didn't work. I could feel myself biting down on my lip.

  "I have no bathing suit" I teased.

  He stepped forward and whispered in my ear. "We don't need bathing suits for what I have planned."

  I looked up and he had that wicked but sexy smile on his lips. I took in a deep breath, I could already feel myself getting hot and wanton. The thought of him inside me with the water surrounding us was turning me on. He removed the glass from my hand and placed both on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Slowly he began to undo each button on my blouse.

  "You are beautiful, Miss Dawson." He began to trail kisses down my neck and on the bare skin which an undone button exposed. His hands swept back up to my shoulders and slowly he removed my blouse completely. He stood up and he grinned wickedly at me. It was his turn. I copied exactly what he did to me. I could hear a groan low in his throat.

  "Mr Thomas, your body does things to me that I can't explain" I winked and removed his shirt. I hugged him tight and the feel of his skin next to mine was outstanding. The feel of his heart beating near mine, the touch of his skin and his scent was orgasmic.

  He grabbed hold of my wrists in one hand spun me around. With his free hand he undone the zip on my skirt and it fell to the floor. He spun me back round to face him. "This is a vision that will be photographed in my memory for eternity."

  I could feel myself biting down on my lip again. I was getting excited and I was still in my underwear. He slipped his thumbs into my thong and pulled it down to my feet. He rose up and slapped me on the arse.

  "You're keeping this bra on because you have teased me all day with it" He stood back and raised his arms above his head. "Do with me what you will" he said in a suggestive manner.

  I dropped to my knees before him and slowly undone his zip. I could see he was already turned on. His trousers fell around his ankles. I placed my thumbs into his boxers like he did to me and pulled them down. I gave a little groan at the sight of his manhood.

  I placed him in my mouth and gently sucked. His hands began to run through my hair. He tasted too good. My tongue became to swirl around him and tease. I loved doing this, having complete control and him being under my submission.

  He pulled away a little to my dismay. He held out his hand for me to take. I rose up and grabbed hold. He led me over to the Jacuzzi and helped me climb in. I took my place in the corner. The water felt lush, warm and refreshing. He himself climbed in and sat down opposite me. The burning desire on his face was breathtaking.

  "Mr Thomas, you have me where you want me... Naked" I giggled. "Exactly what were you planning?" I made my way over to him and he pulled me close. I wrapped my legs around him and he entered me. It was unexpected. His hands grabbed hold of my waist.

  "I'm going to do what we are good at" he groaned dangerously in my ear.

  He began to slowly enter and withdraw. I threw my head back and his lips were all over me. I closed my eyes and took in the experience. The sound of the water, the touch of his lips and him fully inside me. Before I knew it I was coming apart.

  The sounds of his groans were filling me with that sweet sensation. The feeling went on and on. I could feel the goose bumps on
my skin and I was quivering. It was intense. I'd never had this feeling before. He began to pump into me harder and at speed.

  "Fuck" he hissed and I felt his orgasmic end. I raised my head and opened my eyes. He was breathing hard. "Every time Miss Dawson, every time." I gave a girly giggle and hugged him tightly. "I love you" he whispered.

  Happiness overwhelmed me and I hugged him tighter. This beautiful man loved me. Then the hurt crept in. This was it. After today I would never see him again. I felt the tears fall. "I love you too" I cried.

  "Please don't stop working for me" I could hear the sadness in his voice. "I'm begging you. At least if we are not together then I will be able to see you everyday."

  I pulled away and looked down. I couldn't meet his eyes. How could I carry on working for him knowing that we had this love for one another and nothing exceptionally could evolve from it? I had to ask myself the question I had been dreading. Who did I love more?

  It was hard. When I was with Blake I loved him and then when I was with Maxwell I loved him. Something wasn't right... It wasn't normal to be like this. I had promised to marry Blake. Everything was going ahead and there was no way I could back out. I couldn't face hurting him or making him look stupid.

  Then on the other hand, could I live with myself knowing I had walked away from Maxwell? This amazing, powerful, handsome and strong headed man.

  I got up and exited the Jacuzzi. I found a dressing gown on the bathroom door and I wrapped it round me. The soft cotton fabric gave me some comfort. I walked into the bedroom and collapsed down on the bed. The tears began to pour again and I doubted nothing was going to stop them. The pain hurt too much, it was incurable.

  "What's wrong?" Maxwell asked as he lay down next to me. He reached out, but I moved. I didn't want to be touched. I didn't deserve any pity. I had got myself into this situation, this no ending situation.

  "George" he cried.

  I looked up in shock, he never called me George. "You called me George?"

  He tilted his head. "I thought that everyone who loved you called you George. Should I not call you that?"

  I grabbed hold of his face. His beautiful eyes and his sexy tormenting mouth appeared lost. "You really do love me?"

  "Yes." He stressed. "I only said I didn’t in order to try and make things a little easier. It was no use. I can't stop my feelings for you and I don't want you to marry Blake." I rolled my eyes... Not again! "You can do that all you want, Miss Dawson. Surely you must see how upsetting it is for me. Not only do I have to endure the thought of you sleeping forever with him, leaving your job, and taking his name. I also have to live with the fact that I have never felt this way about anyone before." He stopped, his eyes were cold and he was doing that stare. He was hurting like me.

  Could I carry on with my job knowing what I knew now? I placed my hands over my face and gave a scream. This was really unfair and I had done this all to myself. I had put myself in the middle of all this.

  I took my hands away. "I will keep my job, but I have to marry Blake." Maxwell wrapped his arm around me. "I have to marry Blake because it’s all arranged and if I let him down... Well," My voice trailed off.

  "You don't have to marry him!" He snapped. "You think you do...."

  "I gave him my word, Maxwell" cutting him off. "There is no way I can hurt him again. You never saw him last weekend. He was drinking and Blake rarely ever drinks. He is a complete health freak. You can't keep asking me not to marry him because I have to."

  Maxwell stood up and shook his head. "You're crazy" he yelled. "You can't marry someone out of guilt. Don't you see you're just causing more hurt to the bloke?" He stopped and tilted his head. "Unless.... It's me you're playing with. Fuck, that's it!" His eyes widen and fists clenched. "You’re going to marry him because I'm the one you’re using."

  "No," I screamed, how on earth could he think that? I couldn't deal with this. It was a bad idea me coming here. I got up and went in search of my clothes. They were still on the bathroom floor. I quickly got dressed.

  "Where are you going?" he asked, leaning against the doorway completely naked. He was one hell of a man. Perfect toned stomach, broad shoulders, tall and his manhood... Wow... "You can't leave" he said in his bossy voice. I loved his bossy voice. It was very authorizing and erotic.

  "I'm not staying here listening to you put me down. I'm not using you or Blake. I just can't go back on my word. I made a promise." He walked in and got dressed himself. I looked in the mirror and began to sort my hair out. "Why?" I yelled. My hair wouldn't lay straight. Fucking water and my hair never mixed.

  "Why what?" he snorted.

  "Why can't we spend any time together without a fight?"

  "Because you frustrate me, Miss Dawson. You're living in this little bubble where everything is black and white. You want to make everyone happy, but you're the one that's suffering. When are you going to wake up and realize."

  I glared at him. I was frustrating? This man just never knew when to quit. What was this constant putting me down?

  "If you've finished" I hissed. "What is wrong with making others happy?"

  He stepped forward and at the same time doing his shirt buttons up. "I can make you happy and you know it. We have great sex. We fight because deep down we are exactly the same. We are the ones who are right, we're strong and we know what we want." His eyes looked down at me and he gave that smile.

  God, he was annoying. He knew what buttons to press. He swooped down to my eye level. "True? And I love it when you frustrate me" He gave a playful look. "You keep me on my toes and that is sexy as hell."

  "Shut up" I laughed and gently pushed him away.

  "Are you still getting married?"

  I turned back to the mirror and caught his eyes. He was a wonderful sexy man. I watched him run his hands through his soft red hair.

  "Yes" I breathed.

  He stood behind me and I felt his arms wrap around me. To be in his arms was the most beautiful feeling ever.” Are you quitting your job?"

  "No" I breathed.

  "Good!" He slapped me on my arse hard. "One day you will know I'm right and that is the day you will make me the happiest man in the world. Let's celebrate. I want to pour champagne down your throat and fuck you till you can't take no more."

  He left the room. I turned back to the mirror. I was smiling. Maxwell Thomas was the devil and he had cast his deadly spell over me. I was biting my lip. You'll get in trouble Georgina and didn't I know it.

  ***

  Maxwell

  I refilled her glass and sat down on the bed. The last thing I wanted was to be locked in a room with her. I would rather prefer to be fluting her to others. We could go downstairs for something to eat. Even make it interesting. I laughed to myself. What was this woman doing to me?

  It did anger me that after everything she wouldn't give up on that fucking shit. As long as I got to see her every day I didn't care. The golden rule was fucked anyway. You’re the only woman who has changed my opinion about mixing business and pleasure.

  I watched as she shyly exited the bathroom. I would just have to live with her choice. Deep down she was a good girl. She wasn't after anything. I felt guilty for saying she was using me. This woman wouldn't hurt a living soul. She just didn't like to go back on her word.

  "What have you got in mind?" She smiled, taking a place at the top of the bed. I handed her a glass and sat down next to her.

  "Maybe we should go downstairs and eat something" I suggested.

  "What if someone sees us?"

  I laughed. She was a paranoid little thing. "Who is going to be at the Randolph Hotel at lunchtime on a Wednesday?"

  "People who should be a working" she replied, before taking a sip of her drink.

  "We are celebrating, Miss Dawson. I have pulled off the deal of the century." She looked up at me and I gave her my special smile. "Shall we?" I ran my finger along her cheek and she nodded. "Good, take your underwear off!"

  She chocked on her
drink. "What?"

  "You heard me... Do it!"

  "No!"

  "Oh Miss Dawson, if you don't, I will do it myself" I threatened. Her mouth dropped open in shock and she raised an eyebrow. She stood up, placed her glass on the side table and took off her underwear.

  This woman was my dreams come true. "Good, now we are all sorted lets eat." I grabbed hold of her hand and we left the room. It was very erotic knowing under her skirt she was wearing nothing. I could tell she was a little embarrassed. We made our way over to the lift.

  "Exactly what is it with the no underwear thing?" She whispered. The lift door opened and we climbed inside. I wasn't going to answer her question. I wanted to leave her contemplating the endless possibilities. It was time for Maxwell Thomas to play a game. I looked down and an evil wicked grin appeared on my lips. My mind was full of scenarios that were Miss Dawson. I could feel my arousal burning. Not in the lift, oh no, I couldn't do it in the lift.

  The lift stopped. I grabbed hold of her hand and led her over into the restaurant. I wanted a table at the back. I took my seat and Georgina went to sit opposite.

  "No!" She stopped and shrugged. "I want you to sit right next to me." She picked up her chair, placed it next to mine and sat down.

  "You must be in boss mode today" she laughed.

  I loved being in boss mode. I loved control and I enjoyed having control of this woman. I watched as she picked up the menu and began to study it. She placed a strand of hair behind her ear and pouted. I loved that. Every time she had to concentrate that pout would appear. She had amazing lips, soft and kissable. It was a shame I would never process them. They were never going to belong to me. I rubbed my brow with annoyance. Fucking Blake Waterman!

  I grabbed my own menu. "You can order anything you want" I said. She placed a free hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. "No touching, Miss Dawson. This is my game, my rules......" I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "And I'm the only one allowed to do any touching."