by Heidi Austin
“Sure. Want me to grab us coffees while you shop?”
He looked at me and grinned gratefully. “Yeah, thank you. How long will it take to get there?”
“Thirty minutes, give or take, but the traffic isn’t too bad this morning, and the roadworks have cleared that held us up last week. You’ll have an hour, tops.”
“Okay, thanks. Blue or white for the shirt do you think?” I could tell from his scrolling that he was on the store’s website, but I was touched he would think to ask me. I thought of his deep blue eyes and how they popped every time he wore his blue suit.
“With that suit? White.”
“Nah, I’m gonna just buy a whole new outfit, it’s been a while since I pissed my Dad off with something highstreet.”
I snorted. “Well, pale suits always look good on you.”
He quirked a sly grin at me and my cock twitched. “I know what I’m wearing from now on, then.”
I pulled up to Westfield in White City, which I knew had one of the larger Reiss stores. Cal absolutely loved to shop from highstreet stores, and although Reiss was still outside most people’s price brackets I knew Cal’s father had everything tailored independently and was mortified that his son wouldn’t do the same.
“I’ll be back in forty minutes. Can I have a cappuccino?”
“Sure.” I was undoing my seatbelt when I noticed him lingering in the back.
“What?”
“Do we have time for me to give you a blow job?”
I pretended to think about it. “We will later this evening.”
“Does that mean I can come over again? Actually, why don’t you come to my place tonight, I can suck you off in the bath like I wanted to last time.”
“Christ, Cal.” He laughed and got out of the car and I went to get coffee.
I had been sitting in the front getting anxious about the time, aware that we had to get to Oxford Circus in thirty minutes and we’d be pushing it, when I saw someone who looked a bit like Cal coming down the steps of Westfield, except that he was wearing pink. I did a double take. It was Cal. He had a pale pink, almost salmon coloured suit on, a white shirt and no tie with white shoes. It shouldn’t have worked at all, not that I had any issue with any man wearing pink, but the colour shouldn't have worked with his skin tone. It really did. He looked like he was wearing something worth thousands instead of hundreds of pounds, and I considered whether he had ever thought of modeling because he could make serious money with his mop of dark hair and long slender legs.
He got in the back throwing the Reiss bags with his old suit and shoes in next to him.
“You said pale.” He looked at me completely unapologetic or self-conscious knowing full well he’d chosen something a little off the wall and looked utterly edible in it.
“I hate you.” I said softly. He burst out laughing and undid his jacket.
“Want to help get me out of it after my meeting?”
“Shut up.”
I started driving and glanced in the back as Cal picked up the coffee from the rear cup holder and gave me a very flirtatious and beautiful smile.
I flicked the switch to change the glass to opaque and smiled as he burst out laughing.
The meeting was looking more and more serious as the drive progressed, they had clearly fucked up spectacularly. Cal’s father had already spoken to him three times before I saw the familiar Bentley pull up just ahead of us as we reached our destination.
Donald Emerson was all business as he got out and waited for Cal and I nodded at Derek, his driver, who shook his head at me as he pulled away. We didn’t particularly get on, but were united in solidarity against Cal’s dick of a father. Donald Emerson treated Derek even worse than he treated me, which was to not speak to him unless he absolutely had to and even then as though he had a bad taste in his mouth.
I watched Cal ascend the steps behind his father who looked at him disapprovingly as he buttoned up his suit. I stared at his arse for as long as I could and then punched the postcode to Mama’s Hut into the Satnav and headed off to find out how our new business venture was faring.
Martin was out back when I got there and Harry, the young student who I’d briefly abandoned a few weeks before, was behind the counter. He gave me a friendly wave, but was clearly busy with a pile of receipts of I didn’t both him.
Martin emerged as the bell dinged and I watched Harry watch my brother. Huh. Definite interest there, but as far as I knew, Martin was straight as a dye, so he was barking up the wrong tree.
I realised with a sense of irritation that the idea of a flirtatious coffee order wasn’t even something I would consider now Cal and I were semi-official.
Martin waved me over to a booth in the back and I walked over with some trepidation.
“Are you still working?” He asked, looking guilty.
“Long meeting, I doubt I’ll be needed until this afternoon but if I get a call I’ll need to head back.”
I sat down and he passed me a black coffee that had been waiting for me on the table.
I took a sip and then tried to get a read on him. “So?”
“The planning permission was denied.”
I sank lower in my seat. Although I was on board with Thea’s plans it would have been nice to have had a second option.
I glanced up and Martin was still smiling.
“We don’t have to do anything we’re not comfortable with and the whole point is to meet with her and make a decision. She has invited us to the location to have a look around. I’m not saying yes or even considering it without you being happy but this is a silver lining on what would have been a really shitty piece of news and I’ll take all the silver linings I can get.
“What I don’t really understand is how she heard about us. She made up some cock and bull story about hearing about my cooking or something, but there’s no way she could have. This place is awesome, and my cooking is amazing, obviously, but there’s no way such a big fish would have heard about us. That’s my one issue with it.”
“Okay. Maybe she used to work near here and noticed we were often open late or something? Let’s go and talk to her, then. I guess you’re right, we can’t be in a worse position than losing planning permission. Did you hear about the loan?”
“We only get the loan if we can get permission to expand.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
“Where does she want to meet?”
“She’s offered a week on Saturday, which means I could bring the girls along. They might find a big open old restaurant exciting and you can do the small talk.” He grinned; we both knew I wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgeways if Marv got going on his dream kitchen.
I pulled out my phone.
“Let’s do some digging.” I said encouragingly, feeling as though everything was simultaneously falling apart and coming together all at once.
~
I stayed with Marv for most of the day and he made me lunch, which reminded me yet again why he should have his own restaurant. I had sporadic texts from Cal updating me on what was going on. It appeared the meetings for the entire week had been changed and we had a very early setup for tomorrow but the intensity of his day meant that I didn’t have to go back for several hours and it allowed Martin and I time to research Thea in a lot more detail, including surreptitiously calling one of her restaurant owners and having a chat. Everything was really encouraging and once I was back in the car I found myself humming. It all seemed to be coming together.
I glanced up as I saw Cal emerging from the building ahead of me, he looked tired but still glued to his phone, which meant he would need to work for most of the rest of the day. This had only ever happened once before and Cal and his father had worked for two days solidly, with solicitors in tow to get a legal issue sorted out.
Cal trotted up to the car with a friendly wave to me and got in. We waited patiently for Derek to pull off. Heaven forbid we left first, that was old protocol. Donald Em
erson always preceded his son in everything.
As we drove slowly away he sighed, collapsing further into his seat and running a hand over his face.
“What a fuck up.”
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but this wasn’t your fault was it?”
He laughed. “No. Thank God. His in-house lawyers gave him very clear instructions, which he then went against so there might be a law suit. It’s gonna be a nightmare if it doesn’t go our way; it’ll cost the company a lot of money. I’m pretty sure my Dad can bargain them down but there’s a bunch of background and paperwork that I need to read through tonight. Wanna come back to mine and amuse yourself while I read, then have sex?” He grinned and I scoffed at him.
“I will drop you at your place, leave you to work, and then come back later. That ok?”
“What, suddenly you have a life or something?” His tone was very jovial and I laughed at him.
We arrived back at his place and uncharacteristically for Cal he actually seemed a little stressed at the amount he had to do. He’d received two calls in the car all sounding more complicated than the last and he looked pleadingly at me to bring him coffee when I was on my way back, which I dutifully agreed to do.
He went inside, nodding at the same doorman who I had had a stand up row with only a few weeks ago, with a drunken Cal on my arm, and headed upstairs.
I decided that I was going to go for some food and bring back something sweet, plus coffee, for Cal. I felt scarily like a boyfriend picking up a treat for my partner on my way home from work so I tried not to think too hard about that.
By the time I got up to his flat, he was in a t-shirt and jeans, his feet bare and he was wearing a pair of thick rimmed glasses that I hadn’t seen before. I was momentarily stunned by how well they suited him and he grinned knowingly, while grabbing the cup of coffee from me and dragging me into his flat.
“I have to wear these when I’m reading, ok?”
I nodded, not really feeling as though I could rely on my voice at that moment.
“How come you don’t wear glasses, being a million years old and all?” He asked me.
He’d just taken a sip of his coffee but I jerked him over to me, almost making him spill it and felt satisfaction in the slight gasp he made into my mouth as I took it just as hard as I’d taken him the other night.
I had my tongue in his mouth and my groin pressed to his for ten seconds, no more, but when I pulled away his pupils were fully blown and he looked about ready to go.
“I’m thirty seven, you little shithead, and I think it was you who told me I was going to wear you out, so less of the ageism.”
He recovered himself enough to chuckle and then shoved me away, playfully.
“I have some stuff to do, too.” I said. “Is there somewhere I can work that won’t disturb you?”
“My dining room table is massive, let me just move the papers that are lying everywhere and you can work on the other end. As long as you can keep your hands off me, of course. I know what you old men are like.”
I growled at him and he laughed.
We spent a pleasant couple of hours working; I was engrossed in research around investors in businesses and background on our potential new partner. I was also updating my CV. I wasn’t naive enough, or optimistic enough, to believe this thing with Cal was going to last and I wanted to try and be professionally prepared for the worst, even if I wasn’t prepared personally. As I looked up at him at the other end of the table I felt my heart clench. He was by far the best looking man I’d ever gone out with, and I was starting to believe he might be the kindest, too. There was something about Cal that drew you in. It was an element that meant he could charm bouncers to do anything for him, that a brand new doorman who had been in the job a week would know his name and that Cal would know everything about him almost after an hour of knowing him.
I remembered the day I had started working for him, this cocky little rich kid who seemed to live in his father’s shadow. And yet, once I had listened in on a few of his conversations and I had experienced the professional side of Cal I had realised pretty quickly that this kid was not his father’s son. In fact, I was willing to bet that Donald Emerson needed Cal a lot more that Cal needed him, which was probably why his father treated him so badly. He didn’t like needing people, he didn’t like relying on them, and he certainly would have found Cal’s easy ways with clients irritating. Donald Emerson was the classic male, white man stereotype: arrogant to the point of disbelief and famous for using intimidation and wealth to get his way in the world.
Cal looked up at me then and frowned. “What are you staring at?”
“You. You look good in glasses.”
He blushed beautifully and threw a pen at me. “Shut up. I really need to keep working.”
“Okay.” I said quietly, giving him a small smile.
He looked up again, checking his watch and then sighed, standing up.
“Come with me for a second.”
I watched in surprise as he left the table, looking a bit pissed off, and was even more irritated at myself that I stood up and followed him like a besotted puppy.
Cal walked to the long corridor down the side of his apartment and towards his bedroom. I had no doubt this was nothing sexual as he had so much work to do, but I followed him anyway, feeling intrigued.
As I came through the door to the bedroom, however, I was jolted almost off my feet and shoved unceremoniously onto the bed. With a gasp and a grunt I suddenly had a lap full of Cal, and he was kissing me with all the urgency I had come to expect from him during and before sex.
I was very pleasantly surprised and tried to flip him onto his back, but this time it was my turn to be shocked at his strength as he shoved my arms down either side of my head and I found myself pinned to the mattress and unable to move.
He looked down at me with an arrogance that for some reason was a huge turn on right at that moment and I watched his smile grow as he felt me hardening beneath him.
“Stay.” He commanded and got off the bed, going to his drawer.
He pulled open the drawer and to my total shock, got out the same box I had used in my flat.
“You didn’t actually say it wasn’t mine to keep, so I thought I’d bring it home, in case I wanted to return the favour, or have a little fun of my own.” He pulled the plug out and placed it by my hip as he unbuttoned my trousers. “And I’ve decided that I want to return the favour.”
He yanked off my trousers and my underwear leaving me clothed from the waist up and making no move to remove any of his clothes.
I wasn’t sure where all his confidence had come from but I had absolutely no problem with it.
I watched as he retrieved a bottle of lube from the bathroom and then knelt on the bed between my legs. He tapped my shins to move them up to my hips and I silently moved them for him.
I jolted violently without really meaning to as he touched the rim of my hole and he cocked his head to one side.
“How long since you’ve had something in there?”
I huffed a laugh. “Something? Not that long. A cock? A really long time.”
“Okay good. Well, stop fidgeting.”
I shook my head, smiling to myself as his playful mannerisms in bed and then groaned when he started to stroke his fingers over my entrance firmly. I moved my hands to my cock, but he batted them away giving me a stern look and then very gently pushed a finger inside me. I wasn’t like Cal in that respect and didn’t particularly like it too rough and I was pleased he hadn’t assumed I wanted the same thing as him. There was a moment where his long fingers slid in and out of me without really lighting anything up and after glancing down at him I saw he was waiting for me to ask for it.
“My fingers are pretty long, something you need?”
“Fucking put another one in, right now.”
He laughed, but he did just that, gently probing through the ring of muscle until he had two long fingers fully s
eated in my arse. I was breathing heavily, and hadn’t really expected to be in this position at four thirty in the afternoon in the middle of a working day, but I wasn’t complaining.
He took a long time massaging me with two fingers, playing with me and crooking them upwards until I was a babbling mess. Then he lubed a third and very slowly started to push inside me with three.
This time I had a hand on my cock before I even thought about it but it was pushed away again.
“That’s mine. Leave it alone.”
I shuddered at that and then winced slightly as he finally pushed all three inside. God, it felt good though.
“You ok?”
“Uhuh. Fuck, Cal.”
“Not right now. I’m enjoying the view.”
I smiled at the memory of the other night and then felt him remove his fingers and the cold metal of the dildo touch my arse. He pushed it in without much ceremony and I groaned low in my throat. It felt cold and full and promising.
Cal walked into the bathroom and I heard water running as I adjusted to the shape inside me. He came back with a warm flannel and wiped away the traces of lube then pulled my trousers and underwear back on and I groaned as I realised what he was expecting me to do.
“Two can play at this game, Jay.” He said conversationally and I glared at him as he grinned.
He pulled me up to standing and I shoved my hands into his hair and covered his mouth with mine. We kissed for a long while, with me shoving my hard cock against his and wishing with everything I had that he would change his mind and decide that teasing me wasn't actually a good idea at all. But eventually he pulled back, slapping my arse for good measure and making me groan, as he went back to work.
I stood in his bedroom, furiously wishing we were fucking right about then, but he made no move to come back and finish what he’d started, so eventually I had no choice but to go into the living room and continue to research investments while I had a plug in my butt.
I was about ten minutes into reading through the terms and conditions of similar agreements I‘d found online when I felt the first fluttering rush of a vibration and stiffened, my fist connecting with the table. Cal was still writing on his notepad while reading a document; he didn’t even look like he had noticed.