Angel (NSC Industries) (8 page)

“Oh
God. Monday’s no good either, I have an appointment.”

I
was starting to feel bad but he narrowed his eyes. “Who has appointments at
night?” he probed, obviously thinking I was putting him off. “I do” I shrugged,
looking down at the floor. 

“Do
you have a cocktail dress?” he suddenly asked. Perplexed, I nodded to him.

“Good.
I have a gala dance to attend next Saturday night and I want you to accompany
me” he demanded before he leaned into me. “I
need
you to come, baby” he
whispered in my ear as his hand slipped down my back and skimmed over my
bottom.

Goosebumps
spread over my body and my pussy throbbed. There had only ever been Nate that
could turn me on so intensely.  I sucked in a breath, nodding frantically as a
small groan rumbled in the back of his throat.

His
fingers spread on the low of my back as he worked little kisses from my cheek
towards my mouth.

Gasping,
I pulled back and reached for the door, opening it for him. “I’ll ring you
about Monday morning” he said as he left the house and walked down the path
back to his car.

Shutting
the door, I leaned against it and took a large gulp of air. Erin was stood in
the hallway and giving me an insightful look. “Don’t Erin” I warned.

She
shook her head, grinned at me and ascended the stairs. Halfway up, she stopped
and turned “He has lovely
pure... blue... Eyes
” she smirked, emphasising
each word. “Don’t you think mom?” she added as she carried on up the stairs.

***

Late
Saturday night, Beth, Lexi and I were drunk and sitting on stools around a
large floor to ceiling column in ‘Pulse’ the local nightclub.

“Give
me your shoes, Liv” Beth ordered.

“Ha,
not a chance girl.”

I
was wearing my favourite red high heels. I had bought them about 6 months ago
when I’d had a bad episode and needed retail therapy.  Hence, the £840
Christian Louboutin, red leather with black mottled overlay, peep toe, 5”
stiletto. They were my ultimate favourites and I would still be paying for them
in 5 years.

Tonight
I’d been risky and teamed them with my tight, short black leather skirt and my
red, ruffle neck top. Ever since yesterday’s intimate moment with Nate, I had
been feeling very horny and that reflected in my outfit tonight.

The
only problem with this was I was getting a lot of unwanted male attention.

“But
you love me” Beth continued. “I’m not even gonna let you borrow them” I
proclaimed, sticking my tongue out at her.

“But
those shoes are man magnets. You’ve had loads of attention tonight. It must be
the shoes” she suspected, looking dreamily back down at my shoes.

“Nah,
that’s just Liv’s aura,” Lexi stated “I can almost
touch
her sex appeal
tonight.” She told Beth, and then turning to me she said “Damn Girl. You’re
oozing in eroticism.”

Then
narrowing her eyes on me, she declared “You got laid!!!”

Beth
jumped with excitement, toppling off the high stool and landing with a harsh
bump on her arse on the floor. Lexi and I, laughing hysterically, tried to help
her up but we were laughing so hard, we couldn’t lift her.

Eventually
we all managed to pull her up and the other revellers cheered as Beth took a
bow.

Climbing
back onto our stools Beth looked at me, “So come on, Liv. You get nailed?” she
quizzed. “No” I stammered.

“Now
don’t lie to us” Lexi chastised, waggling her finger at me. “I’m not lying” I
denied, feigning a deep interest in my wine glass.

“But
something’s up” Beth argued, taking a mouthful of her vodka.

I
turned my attention to the dancers and tried to ignore their interrogation.
“Liv?” Beth prodded me “Spill.”

I
slowly turned back to her. “Nate’s back” I blurted.

The
vodka glass slipped from her grasp and smashed on the floor as her jaw dropped
with it. She was deadly silent as she scanned my face. “What the fuck” Lexi
said as she struggled for breath.

I
lowered my eyes and fixed them on my twiddling fingers. “What do you mean ‘Nate’s
back’?” Beth finally managed.

“Just
what I said; Nate’s back. He owns NSC Industries and has been in America for
the last six months, so I didn’t know. I bumped into him yesterday… literally”
I giggled.

“Don’t
pissing laugh Liv, this is serious” she cautioned with a glare. “Have you told
him?” she asked, hesitantly.

“No!!”
I cried, my eyes fixing her with a glare of my own. “You gonna tell him?” Now
it was Lexi’s turn to scrutinize me.

“I...
I don’t know” I stammered, tears forming behind my eyes.

“Oh,
Babe” Beth sighed, reaching over to me and squeezing my hand, tears in her own eyes.

“On
a lighter note, is he still fucking hot?” Lexi sniggered, as she put her hands
over her heart and sighed deeply.

“Jesus,
Yes” I breathed, closing my eyes and picturing his hard body. Pressing my
thighs together and chewing my bottom lip, I declared it was time to go home.

I
had business to take care of.

***

It
was 2am and I was laid in bed; the house was empty as the kids were at my
mother’s for the weekend and my mind was wandering to the times I had made love
to Nate.

I
couldn’t shake this damn arousal. Everything was pulsing in me.

My
fingers skimmed under the duvet, stroking the inside of my thigh and picturing Nate’s
sexy smile, they ventured further up, rubbing against my clit.

My
other hand caressed my breast as my breath hitched. Inserting 2 fingers, I was
amazed how wet I was. I was dripping. Working at a frantic rhythm, I urged to
get release.

Getting
frustrated, I reached over and opened my side drawer. Retrieving my vibrator, I
switched it with my fingers.

Nate’s
image appeared in my mind, his body pumping away frantically at me as I
mimicked the action with my vibrator.

Just
as I was nearing my orgasm, my phone trilled its text message alert. “Fuck me”
I grunted, the moment now gone.

I
reached for my phone; sure it was Beth up for a late night texting session. I
was surprised to see it was from Nate:

NATE:

You
awake Liv?

Well
I would be now, even if I had been asleep.

ME:

Yh
x

NATE:

What
you up to? Xx

What
a stupid thing to ask at 2am on a Sunday morning.

ME:

In
bed xxx

NATE:

Oh…
What r u wearing? ;-) Xxx

Now
it was getting interesting, and I was still ultra horny so I decided to have
some fun.

ME:

A
smile!!! Xxx

NATE:

Oh
Jesus xxx

ME:

;-)
Xxx

NATE:

Is
BOB there? Xxx

ME:

He’s
laid beside me Xxx

NATE:

(Gulping)
what’s he doing?

Xxx

ME:

Nothing
‘NOW’, he says he’s feeling ‘drained’

Xxx

NATE:

Lucky
sod, u should give him a rest, you’re wearing him out baby

You
need the real thing

 Xxx

ME:

Mmmm
yes I do!!!!!  BOB’s now saying that I only use him for sex

And
I don’t care about him

Xxx

NATE:

(Groaning)
he needs somebody to take the pressure off for him ;-)

Xxx

ME:

(Groaning
also) It’s my pressure I need taking care of

Xxx

NATE:

(Panting)
I’d ‘LOVE’ to take the pressure off for u baby

Xxx

ME:

(Panting
hard) the pressures getting pounding now Nate (moaning)

Xxx

NATE:

(Panting
harder) Pounding???

Xxx

ME:

(Panting
and pounding faster) Yes!!

It’s
really hammering now Nate

Xxx

NATE:

(Panting
and hammering faster)

I’m
really hammering my pressure too Liv

You
ready to release your pressure Baby?

Xxx

ME:

(Gasping)
GOD YES NATE!!!!!

Xxx

NATE:

(Breathless)
Better baby?

Xxx

ME:

(I
think I actually STOPPED breathing)

Much
better, thank u ;-)

Xxx

NATE:

(Grinning
like a Cheshire cat)

Good,
me too

Xxx

ME:

(Very
relaxed now)

Goodnight
Nate

Xxx

NATE:

(Rolled
over for a cuddle)

Night
Baby

Xxx

I
rolled over and drifted off to sleep, wearing nothing but a huge grin.

Monday morning had rolled round again, and as usual I
was running late.

Jumping from the shower, I wrapped a towel around me
and ran across the landing to my room to get dressed. Rummaging around in my
wardrobe for my favourite mint green, sheer blouse, that I needed to team with
my black and green skirt, I realized it wasn’t in there “Erin!” I shouted.

She was always ‘borrowing’ my clothes but she never
returned them.

I ran to her bedroom, and after opening her wardrobe
doors, I found it straight away. Rushing back across the landing I bumped into
Nate coming out the bathroom.

“What the hell?” I mumbled into his hard chest.

“Morning, baby” his voice was low and husky as he
looked over my body. “You ready for me?” he asked, his lips twitching.

“What the hell are you doing here, Nate? You’re way
too early” I sniped, pulling my towel higher.

He didn’t answer me as he slowly gazed over my
near-bare form, his eyes stopping at the scar I had running across my right
collarbone.

I flinched as he ran his finger, delicately across it.
“I was up early and thinking of you, so I thought I’d have a coffee before
work” he said softly, still tracing the scar with his finger and his troubled
eyes.

“How did you get this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes
and searching my face.

Swallowing hard I stepped back. “Matt should be in the
kitchen, he’ll make you a drink while I get dressed” I stuttered and pushed
past him.

Closing
the bedroom door behind me I let out a breath when I heard Nate descend the
stairs.

I
sat on my bed and desperately fought for some control. I knew that this part of
my life was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever have to face. He was like a
magnet, pulling me in every time with a hold so strong, I would have to rip myself
in two to get away from him; a hold so deep it had endured twenty years.

I
had always wondered if I’d see him again but I didn’t expect the attraction to
be so strong between us still. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him,
especially after the texting episode Saturday night, but I wondered if he’d
still feel that attraction after he saw the real me.

Quickly
dressing, I hurried downstairs, apprehensive at leaving Matt alone with an
inquisitive Nate.

As
I entered the kitchen they were both laughing and chatting about the superbike
championship that had took place over the weekend.

“Morning
mum, Nate’s been telling me about his bike” he beamed, “he said he’d take me
for a ride one day… if it’s okay with you?”

Nodding,
I turned to Nate “You still ride?”

This
was something I hadn’t expected now that he was a high-profiled businessman.
“Course” he said, giving me a bewildered gaze. “I’ll never give up the thrill
of the ride, Liv” he added, with a twitch of his lips.

Goddam
it! Everything he said had me heating up like a horny hormonal teenager.

“You’re
mum used to love riding with me” he told Matt, his eyes bright and clear “The buzz
she gave off was electrifying, the excitement in her as we tore through the
streets was mesmerising.”

His
eyes held mine as he pulled us both into those memories. The images of us
speeding through the countryside, laughing as I held on to him, the wind in our
face and not a care in our lives.

“Right,
I’d better leave for school” Matt interrupted, clearing his throat. Sensing his
embarrassment I chuckled softly.

“You
seeing Dr Greene tonight?” he blurted.

Closing
my eyes on a sigh I hoped Nate hadn’t heard him, once again I was disappointed.
“Are you ill, Liv?” Nate questioned “We can miss work if you’re not feeling
good.” 

Matt
laughed. “Noooo, it’s her ‘head doctor’” he enlightened.

Pressing
my fingertips on my temples, I was starting to get a headache. Turning my back
on Nate I glared at Matt. “
YES
” I hissed at him “I’m meeting Dr Greene
tonight and you’re at grandmas for tea, I’ll tell her to poison that loose
mouth of yours.”

Cringing
and mouthing sorry, he swiftly picked up his bag and rushed out of the door.

Plastering
a huge smile on my face I turned to Nate. “Ready?” I asked brightly.

He
was stood scrutinizing me, a deep look on his face “You see a psychologist,
Liv?”

Laughing
nervously, I looked away. “Who doesn’t nowadays?” I asked awkwardly. “Come on,
we’ll be late” I said, ending the discussion abruptly. 

Gathering
my things, I gestured to the door without looking at him. He walked over to me
slowly still analysing my face, and placed his finger gently on my nose. “I
think me and you need to talk soon, baby” he whispered strictly, his breathing
hard and slow.

Chewing
my lip, I dropped my gaze away from his and walked to the door, my heart
slamming in my chest. “Come on” I said simply.

We
arrived at work a short while later and Bert was stood on duty. “Morning,
Olivia” he beamed at me, his eyes flitting between me and Nate. “Mr Carter” he
said with a nod of his head and Nate nodded back to him.

“Hi
Beef, a little bird told me that you and a certain lady hit the town this
weekend” I grinned, raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips. “The little birdie
was correct, sugar” he winked, chuckling.

 Laughing
with him I patted his arm “Well done you, it took you long enough.”

“We
can’t rush true love, Olivia” he smirked.

Taking
my hand and pulling on it Nate grumbled giving Bert a suspicious look “Come on,
Liv.”

Biting
my lip, I said goodbye to Bert and entered the foyer behind Nate.

“I
just need to retrieve my messages from Samantha and then we’ll ride up
together” he commanded. Pulling my hand out of his he gave me a questioning
look “Something wrong Liv?”

 Tilting
my head at him, stumped by his attitude, I glared at him. “Did you have to be
so rude to Bert? He’s my friend” I snapped.

“You
shouldn’t make friends with the staff, Liv” he stated.

“
WHAT?
”
I scoffed, astonished.

“I
said
you shouldn’t make friends with the staff” he repeated slowly, as
though I was dumb.

“How
dare you!”
I stammered “You don’t
have the right to pick my bloody friends, Nate.”

“He’s
just a fucking doorman, Liv” he countered, amazed at my outburst. “Just… a… fuckin’…
doorman?” I repeated gobsmacked. “Listen to his highness. Too far up his own
arse to talk to the minions” I mocked acidly, “Well, I’m one of those fuckin’
minions, Nate and I’m sorry if I’m not up to your fuckin’ standards” I raged
and stormed to the elevator, noticing Miss Wet Kippers stunned  face.

“Liv!”
Nate shouted to me as I hurled myself into the lift and rapidly banged the ‘close
door’ button.

I
needed to calm down before I reached my floor and Nate joining me in the lift
was not going to help me achieve that.  I was livid. How fucking dare he
dictate to me who I could friends with. We weren’t even in a relationship and
even then I wouldn’t put up with that shit again.

Departing
the elevator on my floor, I made my way to the bathroom, taking huge gulps of
air and mentally prepping myself for work.

Banging
the door back against the wall as I entered I heard a gasp from one of the
cubicles. “Sorry” I muttered to whomever.

“Olivia?
That you?” Leah’s voice came from behind the closed door.

“Yeah,
it’s me. Late and flustered again” I laughed ironically.

“You
okay, Honey?” I mumbled a confirmation, repairing my make-up in the mirror as the
toilet flushed and Leah emerged from the cubicle.

“Men
Trouble?” she asked, scrutinising her own make-up in the same mirror, her eyes
fixed on mine as she washed her hands.

“Humph”
I grumbled without elaborating further. “How did the date with Bert go?” I
asked, changing the topic to her.

“Oh
God, he’s wonderful Olivia” she gushed with a dreamy look, “sweet, attentive
and such a gentleman. He opened every door for me, refused to let me pay half
and even made me breakfast” she added with a sly grin.

“You
didn’t?” I spluttered my eyes wide.

She
shrugged shyly “I couldn’t
not.
”

“Hey,
I’m not judging. Good on you girl! Why not, you’re both adults” I appeased,
rubbing her arm “At least someone’s getting it” I added with a smile.

“Talking
of ‘getting it’, is it true about you and Carter?” she asked, sheepishly.

“We’re
just friends” I told her “we used to go out at uni.”

“Oh
right” she nodded as we exited the bathroom and made our way to our desks “Is
it true what they say?” she asked. Puzzled, I turned to her “That he’s fucking
hot in the sack” she giggled.

“I
couldn’t possibly comment on that, Miss Ward” I smirked.

An
hour later I was at my computer, working furiously when my phone alerted me to
a text.

NATE:

I’m
sorry, baby.

Lunch
in my office?  12.30?

Xxxx

Well
that was something I suppose, at least he had the decency to apologise. I
texted back a confirmation.

ME:

Sure

Xxxx

Lunch
in his office. This should be fun. I was starting to get uncomfortable in his
presence, in more ways than one. Even though I craved him there was also a part
of me that was nervous around his cross-examining, not sure how much would slip
out when he was being intimate and my brain shut down. 

Continuing
with my work to take my mind of it, the morning flew by and glancing at the
clock, I found that it was already 12:20.

Standing
from my desk, I shouted over to Grace “I’m off for lunch now, Grace.”

“Okay
sweetie. You couldn’t fetch me a sandwich form the deli could you?” she asked.
“Well… I’m not going to the deli. I’m having lunch with Nate in his office” I
mumbled embarrassed. Her eyes widened as she looked over at me.

“Oh
okay sweetie, no problem” she smiled “have fun.”

Exiting
the elevator on the 50
^th
floor I was amazed at the difference
between our floors. This one was still hexagonal but only had 2 small corridors
and 1 large corridor branching from the main reception area.

I
approached the desk, where a young, happy faced man was sat. “Hi” I smiled “I have
an appointment with Mr Carter.” Looking up, he smiled widely, showing glorious
white teeth and I was quite jealous of him.

“Miss
Adams?” he asked politely. I nodded my confirmation “He’s expecting you. Just
down that corridor” he said, pointing in the direction of the largest hallway.

Thanking
him I headed down the barren corridor, reaching another large reception desk.
“Hi. Miss Adams to see Mr Carter” I repeated to the prim, forty-something
woman. She was very striking, sporting a close cropped pixie cut while her
angular features emphasised her stunning face. She was wearing a severe,
expensive black trouser suit that was as tight as her face.

She
peered at me, her eyes sliding up and down me and her lip curled in disgust. Pressing
a button on her desk, she spoke into a microphone “Miss Adams in reception, Mr
Carter.”

“Send
her in please, Rachel” Nate’s voice came through a speaker. “Please go in” she
barked, signalling towards a door.

Scurrying
away trying to escape her glare, I stumbled through Nate’s door and ended up on
my knees in his office. Laughing he came over, settled his hand on the top of
my head and smirked “You don’t have to kneel, Liv. A simple ‘hi’ will do.” 

Mortified
I raised to my feet. “Sorry Sir” I bowed, sarcastically “I wanted to kiss your
feet.”

Smiling
his unique sexy smile he sighed “There’s more than my feet you can kiss while you’re
on your knees, baby.”

My
breathing accelerated and my heart pumped violently. “Do you ever stop?” I
chastised him. “Never” he returned with a wry smile and a wink.

Taking
my hand he led me over to a glass coffee table and I took a quick glance around
his office. It was huge. Again, the furniture was white leather but with severe
black fixtures. The simple white walls were adorned with bright abstracts, the
splash of colour warming the coldness of the room.