Bring me to life (The golden collection) (7 page)

OK, next week same day same time. GET THERE NO EXCUSES

             
I laughed and looked up. Maxwell was staring down at me. "Texting during work!! I should confiscate your phone" he teased. I quickly put it back. "You busy?? Apart from the texting!"

             
"No, Mr Thomas" I smiled.

             
"Good. I need you in my office. I need a few emails written and I want to discuss some events happening in the next weeks." he turned to walk into his office and I stayed sitting. He got to the door and spun round. "NOW!!" I jumped up, grabbed a pen, note pad and rushed in. "Close the door!" and he took his seat behind his large marble desk. It had to be a status symbol. I did what I was told and took a seat in front of him.

             
He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. "What you doing this weekend?"

             
I looked up and tilted my head to the side. "I thought we were discussing work and emails?"

             
He shrugged his shoulders and gave me that smile. I had to catch my breath. There was something about this office. Sometimes it made me uncomfortable. Other times it brought back THE memory which would make my heart race and I could feel myself getting damp. I shook my head.

             
This is your job!! You're lucky you got a second chance. Don't mess it up!!!

             
"There's nothing wrong with asking?" his voice sounded a little off and I felt bad. He was just trying to be nice. "So, what are your plans?" He had restored himself back into my boss. It was actually a big turn on when he bossed me around.

             
Your doing it again!!!

             
"I'm going to see my mum" I gave in. "Blake is going away. Which you already know about!"

             
"I thought you would be happy I gave your boyfriend a job? After seeing his parents home" he paused and his eyes widen. "I doubt he has to work."

             
"We want to make our own way in life and not live off our parents" I bellowed.

             
"Why would you?" he chirped. "No fun in that. Where does your mum live?"

             
"London. I'm going to catch the coach Saturday morning and come back Sunday."

             
"Coach?" he muttered. His eyes shifted like he was deep in thought. "I'll take you" he added.

             
This time my eyes widen and scowled at him. He looked perfectly relaxed and was staring all innocently at me. "Why do you want to take me?"

             
"I go to London every weekend" he placed his hands behind his head and lounged back in his chair. "As I'm going that way, we might as well go together. I drop you off at your mums, do what I do and pick you up Sunday."

             
See simple!!

              I had this nagging doubt that I could end up in a lot of trouble. I tilted my head left then right as I thought about it. It was only a lift and we were going to the same place. What the heck?

             
"Okay, if you wouldn't mind."

             
He smiled. "Good. Now work!!" With that he went into boss mode.

              After work I headed to M&S to grab one of their Eat In For Ten pound offers. I couldn't cook and I knew Blake loved the salmon dish. He was a secret foodie. Walking back to the flat I kept replaying my conversation with Maxwell. Was it really a coincidence? He didn't know my mum lived in London and he didn't know I was going. When I asked Hannah why he went to London every weekend. She just replied he has a place there and he likes to get away.

             
Was I just making a bigger deal out of this?

             
Yes!! You over think everything
. He just wants to be your friend. He said that himself. Did I want it to mean more? No, I didn't think so. I did think about him every now and again. That didn't mean anything.

             
I got to the apartment building and let myself into the hallway. I was still deep in my thoughts as I made way up the stairs.

             
What if it was more?

             
It's not more! 

             
What if it was?

             
Get your arse inside and cook your man a meal!!!

             
"Hey" Blake beamed. He was sitting at the breakfast bar on his laptop. Eminem and Bruno Mars "Lighter"  were blasting out of the sound system. "I thought you were going to see Amy?"

             
I held up my M&S bag and walked towards him. "I was then I realized I couldn't let you go to tomorrow without spending time with my man ." I placed my bag down and hugged him tightly. "I'm going to cook you dinner and then we will do anything of your choice." I pulled away and winked. He slapped my arse and I felt a rush of excitement overwhelmed me. Blake stood up, grabbed my waist and pushed his mouth onto mine.

             
"Fuck the food!!" he said low and seductively.

             
I gave a girly giggle. "It doesn't suit you swearing."

             
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" He said in an even posher voice.

             
He swooped me up into his arms. I gave a squeal of delight and he carried me into the bedroom. Gracefully  he placed me down on the bed  and stood back. He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt not taking his eyes off me. I sat up to admire the view. His white shirt was tossed to the ground. He reached for the zip on his jeans, undid the button and they came down. He was standing before me in boxers, bared chest and grinning from ear to ear. He was a perfectly sculpted man. Six pack, strong toned arms and not a single hair anywhere.

             
"Right  it's your turn!" His voice sounded sensual. His eyes had widened and  were glowing with passion.

             
The twinges started below and I couldn't resist. I rose off the bed and onto my feet. I whipped the top over my head and flung it at him. I kicked my shoes off and unfasten the zip on my skirt. It fell to the floor. We both stood there in nothing but underwear. I stepped forward and placed both hands on his chest. Our lips united in a steamy kiss. His hands were all over me; In my hair, on the back of my neck, down my back and then he cupped my bum with both big strong hands. I stumbled back and landed on the bed. Blake followed and rested next to me. His tongue began to invade my mouth. He pulled away and placed his finger in his mouth. I was getting soaked already. His hand slipped down below beneath my underwear. His moist finger began to massage the tender sweet spot. I gave a moan in pleasure. I closed my eyes and began to savour the moment. He stopped suddenly.

             
Not fair!!!

             
"Sorry" he whispered. "I can't wait any longer." He slid my knickers down and off. Then in one fast movement whipped off his boxers and laid back.  My stomach flipped over in excitement at the sight of him standing all pink and solid. I wanted him in my mouth. To taste him. To wrap my tongue around him. However, just like him I couldn't wait. I straddled on top of him and allowed him to sink into me.

             
"Home" he hissed through gritted teeth. His hand grasped my waist and I began to rock slowly. Swirling him around in me. It felt good. I loved being on top. I was in complete control of this man. It made me feel sexy and naughty all at the same time. I leant back and grabbed his ankles. He groaned. I started to move up, then down, then around. I kept repeating it. Getting faster and faster. He started to cry out in pleasure. He reached out and his fingers found my sweet spot. The waves of desire took over me. The tinkles began to run down my legs. I was out of control. I sat up and placed my hands on his strong chest to give me some support. Up, down, up, down, making sure I took him in fully. His hands grabbed my breasts and my nipple invaded his mouth. He sucked hard and gave a little tug. Suddenly I was there. My tranquil world of astonishment and excitement. My body tingled, shook and quivered in pure delight. Blake grabbed my arse. Pushing himself into me harder, harder, harder, pounding, faster till . . . .  He groaned and laid back breathless. He too found his tranquil place.

             
I rested my head down on his chest. His heart was beating fast and I took in the sweet smell of his sweat. His fingers ran up and down my spine. God, I loved this man. I kissed him on the cheek and his eyes looked down at me. He looked tired. He kissed the top of my head. There. Naked. Together we drifted off to sleep.

              I woke up the next morning the sun was pouring in. I turned over to find Blake. He'd already gone. Sat on his pillow was a pink piece of paper. I grabbed it and unfold.

Morning beautiful,

              I couldn't wake you. You looked too comfy. I love you loads. Have a good weekend with your mother.

I'll miss you

Xxxxx

PS- I LOVE YOU

             
I pulled the note close to my chest and signed. "I love you too". A whole weekend without my Blake. What was I going to

CHAPTER 4

             
I sat outside her apartment building and took it in. It was impressive. A studio flat next to the river  Thames in the middle of Oxford City Centre. I doubt very much he owned it. Smug bastard. I was sure at some point Georgina was going to decline my offer. Last night before she left she came into my office demanding I was outside her apartment at 10 am and handed me her address. She seemed very happy yesterday. I even witnessed her singing to herself while typing away. Something had certainly put a spring in her step. Was it because Rich boy was out of the picture for the weekend? Or because I was taking her to see her mother? Whatever it was, I couldn't wait to spend time with happy Georgina.

             
My thoughts were stopped in their tracks and I was mesmerized. Georgina was walking out the building wearing a short cotton summer dress. It hugged her perfect body in all the right places. I took a deep breath, got a grip of myself and got out the car. She gave a normal cheerful grin as she caught sight of me.

             
"Nice car" she said. Then I noticed the large suitcase she was pulling behind.
Shit!
Did she need all that for ONE weekend?? "A Mini Cooper" she raised an eyebrow.

             
I was very fond of my car. I wasn't into all the flashy fucker stuff. I was a humble man at heart. Money didn't ever bring me happiness. I enjoyed the business side. I stood back to admire it. "What were you expecting??? Mercedes or Royal Royce?" She shrugged. "I'm not that rich you know!" I grabbed her suitcase. "What have you got in here?"

             
"My going away stuff but mainly shoes!"

             
"How many pairs of shoes!" I opened the boot and threw the case in. It almost broke my back.

             
She placed her hands over her face in embarrassment. "SIX!!!" she screeched.

             
"Six! Why the fuck do you need six pairs of shoes to spend one weekend with your mother?"
And hopefully me too!

             
"Well," she placed her hands on her hips. The early spring sun caught her dress and it was almost see through. I darted my eyes away quickly. I didn't want anything to happen here. I wanted to wait till London and this time I would be in charge of everything. "One pair of trainers, one pair of indoor shoes" As she was telling me she was holding up her fingers. I rolled my eyes. I run my own business, I'm pretty sure I could count!!  "One pair of casual indoor shoes, one pair of smart going out shoes, one pair of fancy shoes and some sandals." She stopped and looked at me. "How many pairs of shoes have you got?"

             
"Work shoes and weekend shoes." She gave a little girlish giggle I had never heard before. In fact we didn't know anything about each other. Well, by the end of the weekend I was going to know everything about her. I was going to make it my mission. "Right lets go." I walked round, opened the door for her and she slid in.

             
I got in the car and put my seat belt on. "Music?" She looked over and nodded. She started fidgeting in her seat. I had seen this before. She was nervous. "You okay?"

             
She swallowed and took a second. "No, not really." She stopped looking away. "I just feel a little . . . I don't know . . . Nervous? Embarrassed maybe even!"

             
I sunk in my seat and looked down at the keys in my hands. "Why do you feel like that?"