Bring me to life (The golden collection) (15 page)

              It was midnight.

             
It was Georgina's birthday
.

             
I wondered if she had worn my gift yet?

             
I doubt it.

             
I laid down on my bed and rested my hands behind my head. I had spent every minute since Thursday thinking about her. I had to leave my conference early because I couldn't concentrate. Right now I bet she was sleeping with that prick. The thought made me feel like I had been stabbed through the heart. It was always the way. I could never process something or someone 100 per cent.

             
When I met Debbie. I thought she was the one. Then we had Olivia and I felt like my life had a purpose. I lost Debbie and Olivia. My business almost lost that too. Lucky for me that old cow had been dumb enough to flash cash my way. Now I wanted Georgina but she was with someone else.              

             
I kept beating myself up over it. What did he have that I didn't? Money!!! No, Georgina didn't care about money. She was a lot like me. In fact maybe that was why I was falling for her. She was my delta to my alpha.

             
Soppy bastard!! L
aughed the voice in my head.

             
It was true.

             
I was meant to be with her.

             
I just had that feeling.

             
The first moment I met her I was hypnotized. It wasn't just looks. She always seemed to be one step ahead of me. I never knew what she was thinking or what she had in mind.             

             
I had to see her.

             
I needed her.

             
I craved her.

             
I hadn't had my fix since Thursday. Fuck that kiss. If only I could of ripped her clothes off and fucked her over my desk.

             
What was wrong with me?

             
When did I become this person?

             
Was it because I was getting older?

             
Or Was it because Georgina was something I couldn't have. She was untouchable and that was pissing me off the most.             

             
I closed my eyes. I had to sleep.
Please let me sleep.....

              I jumped out of bed. It was light! It was a dream. It was just a fucking dream. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my breathing was erratic. Even in my dreams she was there casting her spells. I grabbed my phone..9.30am. The knob should of gone now. He better or otherwise I would fire his arse come Monday morning. I couldn't bare this feeling any longer. I strolled through my contacts and reach Georgina's name.

             
Do it!!!
It was an urging feeling and it couldn't be denied. I pressed call and raised the phone to my ear.             

             
"Hello" she yawned. I had woken her up.             

             
"Georgina" I sat back down on the edge of my bed. Her voice was beautiful. "Its Maxwell."             

             
"Maxwell?" she sounded surprised. "What's wrong?"             

             
"Nothing. I need to see you. Will you come to see me?"             

             
"I . . . Er . . .. Er" she hesitated. "Why?"             

             
"I need to talk to you and I would hate for you to be spending your birthday alone because of me. Besides, I'm lonely here in this house." She giggled. "Will you rescue me?"             

             
"Do you need rescuing?"             

             
"I need you" I hushed. I heard her catch her breath.

              She must feel the same way about me. Could that actually happen? Could she want me as much as I wanted her. If only miracles could happen.             

             
"I'll come and rescue you" she hushed back.             

             
"Good, I'll send a taxi for lunch time." I paused  I couldn't believe I was actually going to say this. I had never said this to anyone in my life not even my own daughter. I was getting sappy in old age. "I missed you."             

             
"Maxwell . . . . . . . . I missed you too." I could hear the agony in her voice. She meant it. She meant everything she said. She was honest and down to earth. She was a breath of fresh air.             

             
"I'll see you soon" with that I hit the end button. A massive grin came to my face. Maybe for once Maxwell Thomas would get exactly what he wanted and this time it was not being taken away.

             
Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock . . .

             
That fucking clock was pissing me off. I had to put some music on. She would be here soon. I was a nervous wreck. I had it all planned in my head. I wasn't going to hold back. Today was the day I would seal the deal. If I had to fire Blake so be it. I would give the money back and watch my business sink. I no longer cared. My eyes were focused on getting Georgina. I had not wanted anyone like I needed her. My life would change today. For the better of course. I wanted to grab it with both hands and rejoice in it every single day.

             
The door bell went.

             
She was here. I made my way to the door and opened it. The sight of her took my breath away. I looked her up  and down. She was wearing a little black jacket with a belt around her waist. Her legs were bare and looked longer because of the heels she was wearing. She had a massive bag with her.

             
Why?

             
Did she know something I didn't know?

             
This was Georgina. I bet she had something planned.             

             
"Are you going to let me in or are you going to stand there eyeing me up all day?" she gave an innocent white smile.             

             
"Busted" I laughed as I opened the door wide and let her in. She smelt divine. She always did. "Living room is on the left." She made her way in and I followed.

             
I watched how her eyes scanned the room. It was very different to my place in London. It was homely; Two big comfy sofas with cushions, the walls were a warm chocolate colour. A few paintings of landscapes, shelves filled with books, an old fashion stereo which I'd had forever. A Christmas present off my parents. This place was more me not too flash. Humble even. Yeah, I am a humble man. Money is a waste of paper it is printed on.              

             
"Is this your house?" she took a seat.             

             
I took my place opposite her on the other sofa. "Yes. Why do you ask?"             

             
"It's just  different from London? I thought maybe you were renting it."                           

             
"No" I laughed. "Its mine. Surely by now you would know me. I'm not  a flashy bastard. I like things to be simple, classical and mine."              

             
"Yours?" she smirked.             

             
"Mine!" I protested.

             
Like I want you to be mine
.

             
She was still wearing her coat. Was she having second thoughts? Then London came to mind. Did she still think I kissed Veronica?              

             
Please no!!

             
Veronica was attractive but she was too much in your face. Showed everything to everyone. I preferred a classy woman to keep their tits in their bra.             

             
"You not staying?" I asked.             

             
A slight smile came to her lips and her blue eyes sparkled. "I'm staying." She crossed her legs and the coat rose up. I noticed she was wearing a garter. I caught my breath and swallowed hard. She must of noticed my reaction as she started to bite down hard on her bottom lip.

             
"You like?" I couldn't speak my eyes couldn't leave her legs.

             
They were amazing.

             
I nodded.

             
"Good, because this is a little fantasy of mine." I watched her stand up and her eyes never leaving mine. Seductively she began to undo her belt and slowly one by one the buttons. I shifted in my seat a little. The blood was beginning to pump through my body. I had no idea what she had planned. I was curious.

             
What was under that coat??             

             
"Are you sure you want to see Mr Thomas?" she giggled. She moved to in front of me. I wanted to touch her but I knew as soon as that happened I wouldn't have any control over my body.             

             
"Miss Dawson, I thought this was your game." She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. She pulled open the coat and let it slide off her arms. It fell to the floor the exact same minute my mouth did. I had gone to heaven. She was wearing nothing except a little black dress open at the front that trailed down to the navel. Two tiny straps were holding her breasts in the dress.  It was lace and the skirt barely covered her arse.              

             
"I think I need to have a good inspection." I stood up and began to walk around her. From every angle she looked better. She ran a hand through her hair and began to lick her lips. I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her close. I wanted her to feel exactly how hard she got my cock.              

             
"Oh so ready, Mr Thomas" she turned to face me. "How was the inspection?"             

             
I threw my head back and laughed.

             
Did she really have to ask?

             
I began to trail my fingers up and down the open space. Her skin was always soft. My hands moved over her breast. I took her nipple between my fingers and began to tease through the lace. Her mouth opened and she let out a little groan. I had to kiss her. I grabbed hold of hair, pulled it back and exposed her beautiful neck. I trailed sweet kisses up until I reached her mouth. She was hungry like me. Our tongues danced with each other. I pulled away trying to catch my breath. In one swift movement I threw her over my shoulder and marched her to my bedroom.             

             
"Bed? Makes a change" she giggled.             

             
"Oh yes" I slapped her arse with my free hand and entered my room. I placed her on her feet and stood back to admire her again. I dragged my T-shirt over my head, kicked my shoes off and pulled down my trousers. She took my body in. Slowly I walked over to her and pulled her close.             

             
"We are not going to fuck today" I pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top so I was gazing down at her. She looked confused a little hurt even. "I am going to make love to you." I bent down and began to kiss her. "I . . . . Want . . . . This...... To.... Be ...... Slow!"              

             
Both her hands grasped hold of my head and she swallowed slowly. "Make love to me then" she said softly.

             
Our eyes locked.

             
There was that feeling that I had been avoiding. I began to run my finger down her neck, down over her breast, down to her stomach and I cupped her there. I inserted my thumb and with circular motions tried to find that spot. I must of found it as she began swaying her hips and her mouth moulded into a perfect O. I could watch her all day convulsing in an orgasmic state. I removed my thumb leaving her reeling for more.

             
Oh yes, this was going to be slow. Nothing like we had done before. This time I was going to savour the moment. Take everything in and make her realize exactly how I felt about her.

             
What was the saying?

             
Actions speak louder than words.             

             
I placed myself between her knees and  I looked down- She was still wearing her shoes.

             
Now that is a sexy look.

             
I slowly inserted my throbbing manhood into her and I could hear the low sensual growl of her desire. It felt natural. Right, there was no place I would rather be than inside Georgina Dawson.  I got myself into rhythm taking myself in and slowly out. Her groans were getting louder and she was moving at my pace. Her hands found my back and she dug her nails in.