Glass Towers, Shattered (Glass Towers Trilogy) (10 page)

“I am disturbed enough that someone would attack you in broad daylight and so soon after the break-in last night.
But, I think what I am most puzzled by is the interaction with your ex. I am becoming increasingly wary of him!”

“You know
, I would have to agree with you. Something seemed off about him today. He just seems different to me. I was actually creeped out by him.”

“I don’t like any of this.
I can’t wait to get you relocated to a safer environment, instead of your friend’s house.”

“Harrison
, that is not fair to Simone. This is not her fault and don’t forget that she is being targeted too. Anyway, won’t the bodyguard alleviate things?”

He sighs.
“Yes you have a point. Look, I have another meeting to jump into. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, Danielle. I need to feel your lips.”

Gasp.
There go my loins, reacting to him, over the phone even. I feel myself getting wet at just the thought of him kissing me.

“Harrison!
What a way to change the subject! Is it safe for us to see each other? I am obviously being watched every minute! How can I meet you without being followed?”

“Let me worry about that.
Just be ready to go tomorrow by 10:00, and I will send a car from Towers Holdings. Make sure you bring your laptop and a sample book or something like that with you. If someone is watching, they will see a businesswoman showing up for a meeting. Garrin will stay at the house, until his replacement arrives in the afternoon.”

“Well
, it sounds like you have this all planned out. You must really need my lips.” I smile to myself, knowing full well that I am egging him on.

He clears his throat, “Yes and everything below them
mon amour
.” He breathes, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”  Then he hangs up.  .

Oh my!  I feel like I could explode from my pent-up desire.  I think about how his lips feel pressed to mine.  My mind wanders to the last weekend we spent together before he left for Montreal.  Before everything went to hell.

We took a drive in the country on his hot motorcycle, his sex cycle.  I liked riding piggyback, hanging on to him with my arms wrapped around him, and feeling the power of the machine  vibrating between my legs.  The incredibly hot sex we had in that decrepit old manor house that he owns set the tone for the rest of the weekend.  We spent the remainder of our time together, having sex on every surface and room of his penthouse.  Late that Sunday morning, while Harrison was showering, I decided to venture out to the kitchen to make us some breakfast.  Harrison joined me in the kitchen after his shower in a white robe.  I was heating up a quiche that Philippe had left for us.  Harrison walked over to me and took the knife that I was using to cut up the fruit and laid it down on the counter.  He looked at me with those stormy sex eyes.  I felt my pulse quicken and my loins respond in kind.  He led me by the hand to the formal dining room and glanced back at me with a devilish look in his eyes, accompanied by a playful smirk.  “I think this may be the last room we haven’t deflowered.”

Licking my lips, “Hmmm, what did you have in mind Mr. Towers?”

He removed the tie from his waist allowing his robe to fall open to reveal his hard, carved body.  I gasped as my eyes traveled downward and saw that he was ready for play.  I never seem to get tired of this; I don’t know how I ever could.  He sauntered over to the brushed metal table and turned to me. With the robe belt in his hand, he commands “come here.”

I walked over to where he was standing, “remove your clothes.”  His eyes sparkled as he watched me remove my white t-shirt, exposing my braless breasts.  My nipples stand at attention from the cool air.  I then slowly removed my black yoga pants and stepped out of them, and kicking them to the side of the table.  I stopped at my pink lace panties and stood up straight.  For some reason, I felt self-conscious, as he looked me up and down with that smirk parked on his face.  He shook his head at me and looked down at my crotch.  “Everything”.  I felt my face heating up with a crimson blush.  He was watching every move I made.  I hooked my fingers under the waistband of my panties and inched them down, while exaggerating the wiggling of my hips.  When they finally drop to the floor, I hear a gasp escape his lips.  I looked at him and saw the desire written all over his face.  I didn’t  need to look any further; that was all my body needed. I felt my body preparing for his.

“Now, I want you to touch yourself.”

Oh!  In broad daylight and without liquid encouragement?

I looked at him and waited.

“Pleasure yourself, Danielle.”  His eyes were boring right into me, and I felt another release of desire in my loins. 

I realized there was no reason to hesitate.  I don’t know why I was feeling so shy right then.  I reached my right hand down to my clit, while I took my left hand and gently rub my erect left nipple between my fingers.  It felt awkward at first, standing in that dining room, surrounded by windows, touching myself.  But, when I allowed myself to put away my inhibitions and take in the scene, I was beyond aroused.  The scene was erotic and that man turned me on more than I could imagine any man ever could.  I wanted to make him crawl out of his skin with desire.  I started rubbing my clit a little more, and I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on how my hands felt. I heard Harrison’s breathing increase.  I opened my eyes and he was chewing his lip, while watching me touch my body.  I ran my left hand down my tummy to meet up with my right hand, and I used both hands to further please my clit.  I started licking my lips, as I felt my own breathing increase.

I felt warm and tingly all over.  Harrison moved closer to me and began to kiss my neck, right behind my ear.  He sucked on my ear lobe and worked his way up and down my neck, over my collarbone, down to my breasts.  He flicked at them with his skilled tongue.  Sucking and gently nibbling at my tender nipples.  He moved back up to my mouth, his tongue seeking mine.  I kissed him back with a ferocity matched by his own desire.  My hands continued to please my clit. Suddenly,  he pushed my hands away, put his hands on my hips, and gently hoisted me up onto the hard, metal table.  I shimmied my hips back onto the hard, cold, slab of steel, sending chills up my spine.  He took my hands and raised them above my head, proceeding to tie my hands with the belt from his robe.  He urged my body to lay back on the steel slab, sending more cold shock waves through my body.  He grabbed my legs and pulled them back, so my bottom was even with the edge of the table.  He took my feet and spread my legs wide open. He bent down and started his assault on my “P” with his tongue.  At first, he simply lapped at the tender folds and used his finger to stimulate my clit.  He took my clit into his teeth and firmly sucked, while flicking  the tip with his tongue. 

With my hands tied above my head, I couldn’t touch him.  I could only lay back and enjoy.  I felt my hips moving to the rhythm of his tongue, darting in and out of my wet “P”. A succession of moans escaped my lips, as he increased his pace.  I felt my insides bunching up and preparing for the big release, when he abruptly stops.  He stood up and shrugged off his robe, allowing it to fall to the ground.  His eyes hooded with carnal desire, he licked his lips and expertly plunged his cock into my waiting “P”.  He didn’t hesitate; he immediately started moving his throbbing cock in and out of me at an increasingly rapid pace.  I gasped for air.  It felt so damned good.  I almost felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience, as I heard my own screams of pleasure piercing the quiet room.  I heard Harrison clear his throat, “Look at me. Danielle, look at me.”  That was all I needed to hear, I raised my head up to see Harrison eyes transfixed on my face. We lock eyes.  My loins tighten up and then I felt the ripples of my orgasm rolling in, one after the other.  His cock spilled his seed up into my “P”, as the aftershocks continued.  The metal under my body was on fire, and my body felt singed.  Harrison removed his cock from my “P” and I felt empty, not whole.  I felt so complete when he was inside me.  He helped me up into a sitting position and untied my hands.  He leaned in to kiss me tenderly.

I hear music.

My ringing phone brings me back to reality.  

Laying back in the plush pillows on my bed, with my hand on my crotch, I realize I just gave myself an orgasm.  I like that I can feel this way by remembering a sex fest with Harrison.  At least it was not a daydream.

I pick up the phone and see that I missed another call from Simone.  Shit!  I need to call her back. Suddenly, I remember that Garrin is still out in the other room.  How long was I in here sex dreaming?

I dial Simone.

“Hey girl!  Where the hell have you been?  I’ve been trying to call you!”

“Yeah, well I have had a hectic morning already, and I have already told this story three times today.”

“What now lady?  Has something else happened?  Oh hang on, did Bradley come by?  Is that the hectic morning?”

“Well, that only contributed. Why did you tell him to come by?”

“Hang on!  She hollers, “I did not tell him; he said he was going to check in on you and that I could not stop him.  I tried to call you, but I only got your voicemail.  It didn’t even ring.”

“Ugh, this phone is proving to be a total pain.  Bradley said my name does not show on his caller ID either.”

“That’s weird, I thought he said he already had your number.”

I scoff, “Well he told me he does not have it and that  you would not give it to him.”

She laughs, “Um, well, that is correct.  I sure as hell was not giving him your number.  I figure if you want him to have it, you can give it to him yourself.  Anyway, what happened this morning, aside from a visit from your ex?”

“Oh, well, just the usual attack while I was jogging,” I say sarcastically.

“What the fuck??”

I relent and go into the details of my attack, for the fourth time today.  I describe everything from the time I awoke, through my conversation with Harrison.

“Geeze, Dani.  This is really a lot to take in.”

“I know, and I feel really bad that you are now in the middle of it.  I never meant for you to be involved.”

I hear her inhaling and exhaling.  She employs relaxation techniques when she is stressed.  I feel worse knowing this is affecting her so much.

“So, I am in deep now I suspect.  I’m gonna level with you, I want to have a killer weekend in Palm Springs.  You need to fill me in as to why you are in communication with Mr. Money Bags and why he has sent a bodyguard to my house on his dime.  There’s obviously a shitload of stuff you haven’t told me.  I don’t want all of this to overshadow our fun in the sun!”

“I agree, Clarke.  I will fill you in tonight.  I promise.  But, I gotta get going.  I still have work to wrap up before you get home.”

“Ok and hey, I am excited to meet this hot French guy who is there to protect us!”  She makes a purring sound.

“Pfft. Clarke you are insufferable!  See you around five then?”

“Yeah, depending on traffic. Ta-ta.”

“Oh yes, tootles!”  I giggle at how ridiculous we must sound.

I remember that I need to send my parents a quick text, since stupid Bradley got them all riled up.

1:48 PM

Me

Hey! I heard Bradley got you all upset. Everything is fine. I will call soon!

1:48 PM

Mom Cell

Oh baby! I am glad you are ok. Bradley did get us upset but he called back once he talked to Simone. Figured you would contact us. What is going on?

1:49 PM

Me

All is good. I am heading to Palm Springs this weekend with Simone. Will call you Sunday or Monday. How is dad?

1:49 PM

Mom Cell

Daddy is good. He brought in a new artist who makes metal sculptures. He thought you should see it, you might be able to use in one of your projects.

1:50 PM

Me

Sounds good Mom. I will try to come down soon. Lots to catch up on, call you after the weekend.

1:50 PM

Mom Cell

Okay, have a great trip and stay out of trouble. I love you!

1:51 PM

Me

I love you too Mom and tell Dad hi for me!

I finally head out to the dining room to get some work done.  Henry jumps up from his post and follows me.  I walk out to see that Garrin is still where I left him, and all seems to be in order.

I smile at him as he looks up, “Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, soda?”

“
Oui
, I would like some water
s'il vous plait
?”

“Of course!”

I set about getting us both glasses of water and he thanks me in French, when I set his glass next to him.  I take my seat at the other end of the table and finish planning the professor’s install.

I stretch in my seat and glance at the clock in the corner of my computer screen.  It is 5:10 pm, and Simone should be back shortly.  It has not occurred to me how we are going to proceed with our evening, with Garrin hanging around.