The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  She looked up amazed and biting down on her lip. "Choose!" I demanded. She looked back down at the menu uming and ahhing. “How about we share Roast Cote de Boeuf" I suggested.

  "Don't they do jacket potatoes here?" She said in a whiny voice. "I'm not keen on posh foods. I’m just a simple girl."

  "Believe me... You are not even close to simple" I put my hand on her leg. "You, Miss Dawson" I moved my hand further and further up her skirt. Then I reached my destination and began the magic with my fingers; Massaging that sweet spot. She froze. "Are sexy, caring, amazing... And" I shifted in my seat and inserted my finger inside her. Her eyes widened, but I could see she was full of pleasure. "I love you."

  She bit down on her lip and her head tilted to one side. She was enjoying it. I removed my finger bringing it up to my mouth and sucked. "You taste fantastic." Terror shot over her face at the exact same time the waiter approached the table.

  "Are we ready to order?"

  "We will have a bottle of your best champagne and Roast Cote de Boeuf" He wrote it down and walked away. My eyes looked back over at her she was looking a little flushed. She clenched her thighs together tightly. She was obviously looking for some relief. She would get that later, but at the moment I was enjoying my game.

  "We are going to have fun playing this" I winked. The waiter came back with the champagne.

  "Would sir like a taster" I shook my head and he poured two glasses. "Anything else?" I shook my head again. Sometimes these waiters fussed around too much. He finally got an idea and cleared off.

  Georgina picked up her glass. "I have a burning question" she took a sip and placed the glass down.

  "Do you now?"

  "Who was that woman you were talking to Monday morning?"

  Fuck. I darted my eyes away and tried to think. Monday? Phone call? Shit! She was referring to the fake phone call. Did I have the balls to confess? Not really, maybe she would find it flattering or it could go the other way. Be truthful something urged inside me. Yeah, admit I’m a sad twat who has to make pretend phone calls to make her jealous.

  I was such a fuck up. I twisted my lips and looked back to her. Her eyes were wide looking for an answer. It didn't look like she was going to let it die.

  "Busted," I laughed self consciously. A little smile appeared on her lips- did she know? "I wasn't talking to anyone. I didn't get back from Cannes till after midnight. There, happy now?"

  She burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh my god, that is really sad. Did you want me to be jealous?"

  "Yes! Were you?"

  "Yes!"

  "See Miss Dawson, we are too a like." The waiter came over with our food. He placed it on the table and left this time without saying a thing.

  I and Georgina began to eat. Once again I placed my hand on her leg before I could do anything she grabbed hold of my hand.

  "This isn't a game... This is torturer!"

  "Carry on eating" I said sternly, she stared at me and then finally began to eat. My hand was free to wonder again. I slowly crept up her skirt and just like before started the magic touch. She carried on eating, pretending like nothing was happening. She was getting soaked. I could feel the muscles in her legs contracting, she was going to orgasm. That was my cue to stop.

  I began to eat my own dinner. Her eyes darted at me, her cheeks red and slightly panting. "That is not fair!"

  I swallowed what was in my mouth and gave my special knicker combustion smile. "My game and my rules. Now eat quickly. I want to take you back upstairs before you explode."

  We burst through the door locked in a passionate kiss, both of us not letting each other go. I kicked the door closed with my foot and followed her to the bed. With my free hand I undid her skirt and with hers she undid my trousers. I gave a little push with my hip and she fell on to the bed. I finally had to break the embrace to remove our underwear. I climb on top and gazed down at her beautiful face.

  "What are you doing to me, Miss Dawson?" I whispered as I began to trail kisses down her neck. Her fingers began to run through my hair. Just her touch was aphrodisiac.” I would never do anything like this, but you’re a sweet fix that I crave more than anything in the world."

  Her hands cupped my face and her eyes went dreamy. I felt my heart skip a beat. She was amazing. Everything I could have wished for in a woman and I wanted her badly. I rested myself on my elbows and slowly filled her up. Her back arched and she closed her eyes.

  "Eyes open" I kissed her lips. "I want to watch the explosion." She opened her eyes and I began the slow special rhythm. In-slow out-slow and hip swirl. I watched her mouth, her eyes and the way fingers grip hold of the sheets. I picked up pace still in my special rhythm.

  "Maxwell," she groaned. "Harder... Please!" Her begging increased my heart rate and I wanted to fuck her in every possible way.

  I sat back on my feet, grabbed hold of her waist and slammed into her over and over again. Her groans turned into screams, her back arched and her finger gripped the sheets harder. Her toes curled and she finally fell apart around me.

  A few more slams and I found my own release. I couldn't move. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest and I could feel myself trembling. Georgina sat up and placed her head against my chest. I kissed her on the forehead and ran my fingers through her hair.

  "You know how much I love you, don't you?" She breathed.

  "As much as I love you" I kissed her forehead again. I lowered her back down on the bed and took my side. We lay facing each other bottom half completely naked. We felt completely at ease and comfortable with one another.

  I felt relaxed and it was all down to her. She had changed my life, my views and the way I dealt with everything. She was a breath of fresh air. I grabbed hold of her hand and gave it a kiss. Why couldn’t we stay here for eternity, trapped in our own world?

  "What are you thinking about?" She rested her head in her hands and bit her lip.

  "Same as you" I smiled, tracing my fingertip along her face.

  "How amazing we are together and how quickly I've fallen in love with you." She was obviously a little tipsy. She never spoke so freely like this. I leant forward and kissed her lips.

  "I think you need to sleep the alcohol off. I'll wake you up in an hour" I stood up and pulled the quilt over her. "Sweet dreams."

  "I love you my Mr Golden rule" she mumbled with her eyes closed.

  I sat down in the armchair and watched her. Mr Golden rule, I liked it. It was a Perfect name for me. I rested my head back, I didn't want to think about it, but it did keep on hitting me. In less than two weeks she would be with another man. The phone call with Mrs Waterman came to mind. She wanted me to stop them getting married. I wanted to stop them getting married...

  I rubbed my lip and started to think. This was a perfect opportunity for me. I looked back at my sleeping angel.... I was going to stop this wedding!

  CHAPTER 17

  Georgina

  The sleep didn't help with all the champagne. It had really gone to my head. I walked to my front door and tried to find my keys. I dug into my bag. Where were they? The bag fell out of my hands and everything was scattered everywhere. I bent down to pick it all up. Now I felt sick, the front down opened and Blake was looking down at me.

  "Where have you been?" he snapped.

  Everything now safe in my bag I stood up. Great, now I was in trouble. I gave a little giggle, his big emerald eyes were glaring at me and his mouth was in a tight straight line. I felt like a naughty teenager getting caught out by a parent.

  "Are you drunk?"

  I walked inside and he slammed the door. I threw my bag down and slumped onto the sofa. My stomach was churning. Posh food and champagne didn't mix. I closed my eyes, I needed sleep.

  "Georgina," Blake yelled, I slowly opened one eye and he stood over me. "Where have you been?"

  "Oh out!" I snapped back and my eyes closed by themselves. Please just let me sleep. I wasn't in a fit state to have a fight. I wanted to dream
about the perfect day I had spent with Maxwell. It was lush, I let out a little groan and a smile appeared on my face. Why couldn't everyday be like this?

  "Georgina," he screamed. God, was he still here? "Where have you been?"

  Err.... I sat up and rubbed my face. "We all went out after work to celebrate a new contract."

  "I see," He sat down next to me. "Who went?"

  "Everyone, me – Jan, a few people from HR and security" I lied. I hated lying, it made me feel bad. God, I was turning into a horrible person. I needed my bed and sleep. I would battle with my guilt tomorrow and try my hardest to keep away from Maxwell.

  "Did he go?" Blake asked.

  "No!" Another lie was out in the open. I was slowly getting use to all this lying. What had happened to me? They seemed to come out of my mouth without thinking. "I need to go to bed" I gave my excuse. I couldn't be in the same room as him. Especially drunk, I had no control over my big mouth and I really didn't want to hurt him. I had done enough of that already. He placed his arm over my shoulders and gave me a little hug. I felt disgusted with myself. I was behaving in an ugly way.

  What decent woman would go to a hotel with a man for a day? Georgina Dawson! I had spent the whole day having sex, kissing and drinking with another man. While the man I am marrying stayed at home waiting for me. I rubbed my face again... Where had my morals gone?

  "Your Dad rang today," my eyes darted at him. "He and Caitlyn will be here next Wednesday for the wedding on Saturday. Mum wants to make a meal that night to get to know them." I nodded and took in a deep breath. Just the mention of the wedding filled me with dread.

  The whole idea of sitting in a room with my Dad and the witch made me feel sick. I had a strange feeling they would team together and bully me. The dread settled in and I could feel my head swirling.

  The room was spinning. I stumbled up, but it was too late.... I puked all over the floor. I dropped to the floor and wiped my mouth. How embarrassing?

  Blake came over and rubbed my back. “Bed it is for you." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. "Did you eat anything?" I nodded. He placed me on the bed, took my shoes off and threw the blanket over me.

  He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to run his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and felt relaxed by his touch. I did an awful thing today. It was unforgivable. I was the lowest of the low. Blake deserved much better than me.

  "Good night," he kissed my forehead and left the room.

  I walked into work the next morning. I felt ill, my head was pounding and the tablets I had taken hadn't cleared it. I walked over to my desk and slumped down in my chair. I placed my head in my hands and I groaned in pain. I now had to deal with my guilt, the pain and a whole day with Maxwell. Why did I do it?

  I kept asking myself the same question over and over again. I had no excuse for the way I behaved.

  "Morning," said a cheerful voice. I looked up and groaned. "Wow, you look rough!" It was the post-boy and he was holding a big pile of letters. "Here" and with that he left. I began to go through them. I stopped when I saw a gold envelope addressed to Mr M Thomas it looked really fancy. I placed it on top of the pile.

  "Miss Dawson, coffee when you're ready" Maxwell yelled from his office doorway. I groaned it was back to normal - Him the boss and me the employee. I got up and headed for the kitchen to make master the coffee he desired`.

  I entered his office carrying the coffee and post. I gave a little giggle when I saw him slumped over his desk. He looked up and gave a half smile. He looked as bad as I felt. What a pair? I placed the coffee down and handed him the post.

  "How's your head today?" I asked, sitting down opposite him.

  "Pounding" he laughed. "How much did we drink?"

  "Enough to make me sick" I cringed.

  "Me too," he shrugged. "Worth it though" He said in a suggestive manner. His eyes darted to the post and he noticed the gold envelope. "Right," he hit his hands on his desk and sat up. "We have lots to catch up on as Mr Golden rule and Miss Dawson didn't do fuck all yesterday."

  My eyes narrowed and I felt my cheeks blush. Mr Golden rule? How did he know about that nickname? I could see him smirking. He was laughing at me. I got up, giving him a dirty look and returned to my desk.

  "Oh, Miss Dawson" I looked up and he was leaning in the doorway of his office. He was waving something in the air. I rolled my eyes, got back up and walked towards him. "What's this?" I glanced at the piece of paper and shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea what it was. Why would I?

  He raised a perfect eyebrow. "Shall I read it do you?" I nodded. Why was he being weird about a piece of paper? He cleared his throat and began. "Lord and Lady Waterman request the honour of your presence at the marriage of their son Blake Edward Waterman to Miss Georgina Elizabeth Dawson."

  I snatched the paper from his hand and glared at it in horror. What? It was the witch-- Why was she inviting Maxwell? I could feel my eyes moving rapidly trying to take everything in. What a bitch!

  I looked up at Maxwell with my mouth open in shock. "I knew nothing about this" I protested.

  He marched into his office and ran his hands through his red hair. Without warning he wiped everything off his desk and screamed. He started to pace up and down rubbing his lip. I couldn't do anything. I just had to watch this man erupt.

  He was really mad. I had never seen this side of him before. It was actually very scary. He stopped, looked at me and rested his hands behind his head. His eyes were blazing with heat. I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. He didn't touch me back, I looked up and he was staring down at me. The anger still in his eyes and his wonderful lips tightly pressed together

  I slowly stepped back.” You think I did this on purpose, don't you?"

  He brought his hands back down and leaned back on his desk with his arms folded. He looked amazing. "I ...." He looked down at his feet and swallowed hard. "I can't do this any more...." He looked back at me. "Nothing works, Georgina. Maybe it would be best if you left."

  All of the sudden the wind felt like it had been punched out of me. He didn't want me to work for him any more. I placed a hand over my mouth, I felt even sicker. What happened to the golden rule? I know we broke it yesterday, but today was a new day. I shook my head. He was just angry and didn't mean it. I told him the other day about me loving working here. Why would he be cruel?

  Why take something I loved and enjoyed away from me?

  "You don't mean that" I hesitated. I couldn't take my eyes off his. I urged him to say no that he was just angry. He didn't say anything just nodded. I felt tears running down my face. I was fed up with crying. Why did this man always make me cry?

  I hated him, really hated him. He didn't bother to move to comfort me. What he said yesterday about me using him was wrong, He'd been using me.

  I turned my back on him, there was no point being somewhere you weren't wanted. I walked over to my desk and grabbed my bag. It was for the best, at least now I didn't have to have anything to do with him.

  I took one last look around the place I'd enjoyed being for a few weeks. I noticed Maxwell leaned against his office doorway with his arms folded in front of him. His eyes were wide and he wasn't blinking.

  I turned back around and headed for the lift. The doors open and I stepped inside. As I pressed the button to ground floor I could see Maxwell running towards the lift. The doors closed.

  I grabbed hold of the rail, my legs felt like they were going to give way. I had felt like this before. The very first time I had ever laid eyes on Maxwell Thomas... My Mr Golden rule.

  I leaned my head on the wall and my tears began again. I couldn't control them. Everything felt like it was falling about. My whole world was being crushed.

  I heard the lift ping and tried to gain control of myself. I wiped my eyes and smoothed out my hair. I couldn't go home looking a state, otherwise Blake would be back to give Maxwell another broken nose.

  The doors opened...I looked up at HIM.
He was standing arms out straight holding the doors open. He was breathing heavily. He must have run down the stairs. My heart skipped a beat. I really did love him... I placed a hand on my chest and I could feel myself biting down on my lip.

  "George," he panted. He grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me into the lobby. "I don't want you to leave like this. Let me explain."

  Oh, he didn't what me to stay. I thought this was going to be one of those dramatic moments where the leading man goes running after the woman he loves and begs her to stay. This was real life and he still wanted me gone. I looked down at my shoes. I didn't actually want to be here any more.

  He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my head up. His eyes were warm and the angry glare had dissolved. "I'm sorry if you think I'm being cruel, I’m really not. It's just that invitation has made everything real. You're getting married and it kills me. I've never been in love like this before...” He stopped, slowly running a finger along my cheek. "I'm begging you, I will even get on my hands and knees if so means. Don't marry him, be with me."

  We stood for ages not saying anything just looking into one another’s eyes. My head was still hurting and I felt sick. He really did love me and I really did love him. This was too hard and it wasn't something I could decide here and now.

  Then my own words came back to haunt me...Maybe it was for the best at least now I didn't have to have anything to do with him.

  I thought about the time we had spent together London, Cannes, his place and yesterday at the hotel. All the lying and hurt I was doing to Blake. I closed my eyes and the memory of my birthday celebration came to mind.

  All that care and thought Blake had put into that special day.

  To love two men at the same time was an awful thing. I had promised myself to Blake and I really couldn't back out. Even if I spent years thinking of Maxwell at least I kept my word.

  I opened my eyes. "I can't," I whispered. He placed his hands over his face and backed away a little. "I'm sorry, Maxwell." I stepped forward and placed my hands on his chest. "I love you too, but I promised Blake. I can't go back on my word. Just forget about me and move on. You'll find someone 10 times better than me." I stood on my tip toes and kissed his cheek. "I'll never forget you" I breathed as I turned to walk away.