Divorced, Free, and Single

by Rosemary Lynch

  “Now, here’s to book seven, and movie number five,” Jackson declared, and the room cheered along with him.

  “Well, that was embarrassing,” Alex, groaned, as Jackson sat back down.

  “What don’t you like the limelight?” she asked with a smile.

  “No I bloody do not,” he said, and he took a large gulp of his champagne.

  “Alex, you are so funny,” she said, chuckling to herself. He glanced at her, and chuckled himself.

  Dinner was wonderful and consisted of seven courses, staring with pate and toast and finishing with a delicate chocolate tart. She and Alex talked and laughed together, she told him of her boys, of Jack studying archaeology and history, and Michael, engineering.

  As the waiters cleared dinner away, the musician began to play louder, and people started to dance.

  “Dance with me, Jane,” Alex asked, and he stood up and offered her his hand.

  “Okay, but don’t expect me to be any good,” she said, as he led her onto the dance floor. He placed his arm around her waist and took hold of her hand.

  “Let me lead and you will be fine,” he assured. He pulled her in closer and glided her across the dance floor, not once stepping on her toes, or allowing her to stumble. His hand caressed her back as they danced, his fingers interlacing with her long, dark hair. His cheek against hers, he inhaled her and his lips lightly touched her cheek. Longing swept through every part of her body, she wanted so much to turn her cheek, and have her lips find his.

  He pulled his head back, looked at her, and gave a gentle smile.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked.

  “Yes, I am, Alex,” she whispered back, and she found herself leaning in even closer to him. As he nuzzled into her neck, she drew a heavy breath, and thought she might die if she ever left his arms. She even turned down a dance with Chris Hemsworth when he interrupted them.

  “No thanks, I am good where I am,” she had said, clinging on to Alex as if her very life depended on it. Alex had given Chris a wink, and he had laughed, signalling with his fingers for Alex to call him. Alex gave a nod back, and buried his face into her hair as they danced.

  As the evening ended, they said good night to Jackson, and to the other people that Alex knew and headed back to their rooms.

  Jane leaned against him as they stepped into the lift. She was so happy, not only from the champagne she had consumed, but from the sheer joy at spending the entire evening with Alex.

  He looked at her as she leaned against him, and his urge to make love to her was spiralling out of control. Before he had known she was his PA, the first time he had kissed her in the lift, Alex had let himself go. Now he was not sure what to do. He was certain she had feelings for him, and that she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted her. However, always in the back of his mind, he was worried that she would think he was taking advantage of her because his was her boss.

  They exited the lift, walked along the corridor, and stopped at her door.

  “Well, good night, Jane,” he said, with a gentle smile. She swallowed, her breathing was rapid, and she wanted so much for him to grab her in his arms and take her to her bed.

  “Good night, Alex. I had a great time, thank you,” she said, giving him a smile back. God, her heart was thumping, the tension was unbearable, and she wanted to kiss him.

  For a moment, he stared at her, his eyes flickering from side to side, as he thought.

  “I will see you at eight, for breakfast,” he said, and he walked away.

  “Sure,” she replied disappointed and watching him for a moment before slipping inside her room. She closed the door, leaned her back against it, and closed her eyes, tearful. She wanted Alex so much it hurt.

  Alex walked away from her, his heart burning, his loins aching for her. He lifted the key-card to the lock, and hesitated.

  “Damn it, I cannot,” he muttered to himself.

  There was a knock at the door, and she took a sharp breath. She opened it, and Alex stood there.

  “Jane, It so wrong, I am your boss, but …” Her lips were on his, she could not wait for him to ask. A wave of arousal washed over her, and she went from warm to burning hot as he swept his arms around her and deepened their kiss. He pushed her back into the room and she kicked the door shut with her foot, as her hands grasped frantic at his hair.

  “Jane,” he said, breaking from the kiss and looking at her. “Are you sure?” She nodded, as she had not been more, sure of anything in her entire life, even if it meant she had to find another job. Before she could take another breath, his lips were on hers again, his hands raking through her long hair. She grasped at his tie, and un-did it, throwing it to the ground her trembling hands tore at the buttons to his shirt. He released her, and slipped it off. She kissed his neck, his shoulders, his chest, and undoing his belt and his trousers, she dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, his cock hard, poked out of his pants.

  She dropped to her knees and devoured him. Alex grabbed her head, and groaned as she sucked him. It was so divine that it was too much for him, and he found himself climbing too fast. He withdrew from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Jane’s eyes met his, and they shone. He spun her around, swept her long hair out the way, and his shaking hand lifted to her zip. As he slowly unzipped it, he kissed so tenderly down her spine, that her breasts swelled, and her skin tingled at his touch. She stepped out of her dress. Seeing her wearing stockings sent him over the top, and he ran his hands over them as he continued to kiss her body, pulling her knickers down at the same time. Jane left on her heels, as she stepped out of them. His erection pushed against her bum as he kissed across her shoulders, around her neck, and inhaled her skin.

  They moved towards the bed and his hands grabbed both her breasts, he squeezed. She groaned, and leaned back on him as his cock rubbed between her thighs, playing with her pussy until it throbbed with need. He pushed her onto the bed, and she crawled across.

  “Can I use the oil?” he asked. She glanced to the side of her bed, to the free sample given to her in the spa.

  “Yes,” she whispered, as she lay on her front. Alex took the oil, and straddled across her legs. The silkiness of her stockings, brushing against his inner thighs made his cock throb. He began to massage her shoulders, and each sensual, stroke of his firm hands caused her heart to beat faster. She groaned as each finger pressed into her flesh. He added more oil and clawed her back to her lower spine. She groaned again as his thumbs pushed into her flesh. His hands spread out across her lower back and he started to massage her bottom, in gentle, firm circular motions.

  He moved to her inner thighs, and by now her pussy was aching and wet and she gasped relieved when he slipped his fingers in and out. Jane gyrated back and forth with her hips, in rhythm with his fingers, and pushed her up until her bum was in the air.

  “Oh my god, Alex,” she moaned, as the pleasure built up and he had her writhing on her bed, as his tongue flick inside her. Her insides quivered and her pussy throbbed as he delved into her with his tongue, nipping her with his teeth as she twisted against him helplessly.

  “Alex, I’m going to come,” she warned, she could not hold it back, and she did not want too, as it had been burning inside her all evening. Alex pulled her legs open wider and he spun over onto his back. Now underneath her, his mouth devoured her, his tongue probing her spot, his hands caressing the top of her legs, between the top of her stockings and her bare flesh. He knew where to touch her, whether to be gentle, hard or fast. Her hips writhed as her climax grew and he held her thighs tight, his mouth, and his tongue deep inside her.

  “Alex,” she screamed, gripping the bed sheets and biting at the pillow as she came. She flooded his mouth and he drank her, his tongue swirling around her clit, prolonging her pleasure so much that it made her cry.

  He came out from underneath her, and spun her over onto her back.

  “You taste so divine,” he whispered, and she gazed into his green eyes as he craw
led across her belly towards her. His mouth wet with her juice, his lips smothered hers, and his hand squeezed at her breast. She opened her legs ready.

  “Jane, I do not have a condom,” he said.

  “It’s okay, I have an implant,” she assured, and she whimpered as his cock entered her and he thrust with urgency, deep and hard. His phone buzzed in his trousers on the floor. He ignored it.

  “Jane,” he groaned against her mouth, and her whole body quivered, as his voice was so damn sexy. His tongue entwined with hers again, his passion took her breath away. So much so, that her heart fluttered as tiny bubbles of electricity burst over her skin.

  “Oh, god, Jane,” he whispered as he held himself inside her and shuddered as he released, exploding inside her as he came. Her mouth opened, and her eyes rolled in pleasure.

  “Alex,” she whispered, as her body bathed in ecstasy. He kissed her, and god she loved his kisses. His mouth was so sensual and he trailed kisses around her cheeks, her throat, and her ears. She moaned against him, her arms grasping hold of him as her body arched against his. This was not just sex, this was making love, and it was the second time in her life that he had made her feel like this and she wanted it forever. His phone buzzed again. He ignored it.

  “Alex,” she whispered again. He stopped kissing her, and gazed at her.

  “Jane,” he said, and her heart exploded at his voice. As his mouth devoured hers, his hand caressed her breast, and his cock, harden against her. She wrapped her legs around him and her body surged to meet his. He entered her again, and this time he thrust slowly and gently while he continued to kiss her. She was in a dream, her whole body joining with his as she ran her hands through his hair.

  “Jane,” he groaned, as his thrust grew a little stronger. Her phone buzzed. She ignored it.

  “Alex, I – I, oh god,” she groaned as she came. He came too, and filled her with tingles of magic that shot through her entire body and rendered her paralysed. He pulled her into his arms and held her, and she had never felt so loved, and so safe.

  “Jane, you are so beautiful,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I am sorry but I could not control myself anymore. Being around you every day is driving me insane. Every time you walk into the office, I want to grab hold of you, kiss you, and make love to you over my desk.” She rolled over and gazed into his eyes.

  “Alex, I feel the same about, right from the beginning when we met at the party, but finding out you were my boss, and well, I needed this job.” He laughed, and ran his hand across her breast, his finger lightly caressing her nipple.

  “I am not sure how it will work, at work I mean. I am not going to stop wanting you, and knowing that I could have you is going to make it worse.”

  “Alex,” she said, looking at him.

  “Yes, Jane?”

  “I quit,” she said. He smiled. Her phone buzzed. She ignored it.

  “You would do that for me?” he asked, and she nodded.

  “Jane, you cannot quit, you need this job. Besides, I could not bear to be without you by my side.”

  “So what do we do?” she asked.

  “We see how it goes. Try hard as we have been to be professional at work, and well, our time is our time. You could come back home to Brooke Manor for the weekends,” he said. She smiled and gave a nod.

  “I would like that,” she replied, and she snuggled into his arms, and inhaled his scent. “So my prince did come and sweep me off my feet after all,” she said. He laughed and squeezed her.

  “In my heart I had every intention too, but my stupid logic kept trying to kick in. Thank god my heart won.”

  “Thank god,” she agreed. The phone in the room rang and made them both jump.

  “For crying out loud, someone is persistent,” he complained.

  “I had better answer it,” she said, reaching over and picking it up.

  “Hello, Jane Archer. Yes, erm, yes he is here. Hold on one moment,” she said. “Alex, it’s Richard, he sounds – upset.” As she gave him the phone, worry flooded through her.

  “Richard, what is it?” he asked. She watched his face and her heart shook as his eyes clouded over with tears. “No, we are on our way, thanks Richard.” He hung up.

  “Alex, what’s happened?” she asked. He blinked and tears ran down his cheeks, he let out a sob.

  “Mum’s had a heart attack. She is in ICU in Exeter. We need to go home,” he looked at her. She held open her arms and he threw himself into them. She held him tight and kissed the top of his head. He was suddenly so vulnerable, so open to his emotions and as he sobbed in her arms, she sobbed with him, as she had grown to love his mother.

  “Oh god, I am so sorry,” he said, wiping his eyes, obviously embarrassed that he was crying on her.

  “Shush, it is okay, Alex. She will be okay, she’s a strong lady,” she comforted, and he nodded against her.

  “Jane, can you get a helicopter, it will be quicker.” She nodded, even though the thought of flying in one scared her shitless, she would have done anything for him.

  “I’m on it,” she said, letting him go. She kicked off her heels, grabbed her phone, and rang the heliport.

  “Alex, one hour,” she said, after she finished the call. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

  “Thank you. I will go and get my stuff,” he said, and he began to pull on his pants, and trousers. He picked up his shirt and shoes and left her room.

  She took off her stockings, went into the bathroom, and tidied herself up. Jane went into the bedroom, opened her suitcase, pulled out her jeans, a blouse, clean underwear and got dressed. After putting on her locket, she stuffed everything into the suitcase, and secured it. She grabbed her phone, and called Jackson.

  “Hello,” his sleepy voice replied.

  “Jackson, I am so sorry to call you so late, it’s Jane,” she said, as she pulled on her Nikes.

  “Jane, darling what’s up?” he asked.

  “We are going to have to cancel tomorrow I am afraid, Alex’s mum’s had a heart attack, we are flying back home in an hour.”

  “Oh my god, is he okay?” Jackson asked.

  “No, not really, I will give you a call as soon as I can, and let you know what’s going on.”

  “Okay darling, I hope she is okay. Send her my love,” he said.

  “I will. Bye Jackson.” As she hung up, there was a knock at the door. She heaved her suitcase to the door and opened it.

  “Ready?” Alex asked. He had changed into his jeans and a t-shirt.

  “Yes,” she replied, closing her door. They entered the lift, and poor Alex looked sick.

  “She will be okay, Alex,” she said. He smiled at her and drew his arm around her.

  “I do not know what I would do without you,” he said, and he kissed her, so glad that he had taken the first step with her. The lift door pinged and they headed to reception.

  “I’ll check out, you look for the cab,” she said to him. He gave her a nod and went outside.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Twenty minutes later, they were climbing inside the helicopter, and she was scared to death as the crew strapped them in and gave them ear defenders to wear.

  “You okay?” he asked her, yelling above the noise.

  “No,” she mouthed and giving him a shake of her head.

  “Come here,” he said, opening his arms. She leaned as close to him as her safety restraints allowed, and he enveloped her with his arms. “Just close your eyes, we will be fine,” he yelled. Her stomach wretched as the helicopter took off, and she threw her hand to her mouth. Dear god, please do not let me throw up over Alex, she was begging. Once they were up, it was not so terrible, and her stomach began to settle. Thankfully, it was pitch black, so when she opened her eyes she could not see out of the windows.

  “Feeling better,” Alex mouthed. She glanced up at him.

  “Yes,” she replied, and he nodded, before staring back out the window and into the darkness. He had a deep thought
ful expression on his face, as if he was contemplating life itself.

  Landing was even worse than taking off, and she practically kissed the ground when they stepped out of the helicopter. She had arranged a car to pick them up and take them straight to the hospital.

  When they arrived, Richard was there, along with Uncle Joe, and Tom.

  “Joe, how is she?” Alex asked, rushing up to him. Uncle Joe gave him a big hug.

  “They think she will be okay, Alex. We are just waiting,” he said, as he released him. He then gave Tom a hug.

  “Joe,” she said, smiling at him. The big man walked towards her and hugged her.

  “Thanks for getting him back so fast,” he said, as he released her. She wiped a tear from her eye and gave him a nod.

  A doctor came in and Alex looked at him. His face broke her heart, as it said everything, love, worry, dread.

  “How is she, I am her son, Alex,” he said to the doctor.

  “She is going to make it, she is a strong lady. We have given her a stent, which will help with the blood flow to her heart. She is awake, and she has not suffered any brain damaged, but, she is going to need to take it easy from now on.”

  “Thank you, doctor,” Alex said, and he wiped the tears from his eyes.

  “You may see her for a short time, ten minutes max, and immediate family only please,” he said.

  “You go first, Alex,” Uncle Joe said.

  Alex reached for her hand.

  “Alex, he said family only,” she reminded. He sniffed, and wiped his eyes.

  “You are my family,” he said, and she blinked another tear as she took his hand.

  His mother lay with various monitors attached to her body.

  “Mum,” he said, as they approached her bed. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw him.

  “Alex, you did not have to rush back from Scotland, I am fine,” she said.

  “Mum, you are not fine, you have had a heart attack,” he said. He let go of Jane’s hand, and took up hers and rubbed it.

  “Is that Jane?” she asked, squinting.