Glass Towers, Shattered (Glass Towers Trilogy) (13 page)

Garrin finishes taking pictures with his Smartphone then escorts me out to the detached garage.  I retrieve some swatch books out of my car, as per Harrison’s instructions.  I alarm my car, lock the garage, and go back into the house.

Garrin turns to me, ”Danielle, I must scold you for leaving the house this morning without me.  Mr. Towers will be very unhappy.  Now even more so once he hears about the flower.”

I sigh and know he is right.  Harrison is going to be furious.  I just needed that time to myself.  “I know, Garrin, I’m sorry.  I did have Henry with me, though.  He was a great protector yesterday.  He chased the guy right off.”

Garrin appears to think about what I said, but then he shakes his head.  “These people, whoever they are, want to scare you.  But, how far will they go?  We don’t want to know the answer to that.”

I feel a chill run down my body.  If I stop to think about it, he is right.  And, if Harrison’s gut instinct says that Marion will stop at nothing short of Adelaide’s fate, then I should be more cautious than I already am.  I just hate this paranoid feeling to which  I am starting to become accustomed.

I come back into the kitchen in time to see Simone throwing the stinky carnation into the garbage.  Right!  Good riddance!

She turns to me and in a forced laugh, she says, “I mean what cheapskates, they could at least leave a rose instead of these nasty weeds!”

Though I am not in the mood, that makes me laugh.

I walk over to Simone and give her a brief hug. “You really are the best; you know that, right?”

She nods, “Yeah, I am pretty great aren’t I?”

I nudge her with my elbow just as I hear a car pull up out front.  Henry perks up and slips into guard-dog mode.

Garrin peers out the window and turns to me,  “Its Towers Holdings driver, Jeff.  Let me walk you out.”

I turn to Simone as I am picking up my items, “Enjoy your morning. I should be back in a few hours.  What is your schedule for the rest of the day?”

“I have a new starlet, whom I am dressing for a red carpet event in LA in 3 weeks, so I am working to get that all set up today.  I’m going to work from home instead of the studio.”  She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I roll my eyes at her.  She can be such a hooch sometimes!  “Okay, see you later then.  Are we packing tonight or tomorrow night?”

“I think that all depends on where the day takes me.”  Once again, using her eyebrows to give me the smoke signal.  “Ok, whatever, just let me know later.”  I dash out the door, feeling bad for having Jeff and Garrin waiting on me.

Once inside the car, Garrin leans in, “I will be heading up to Montreal tonight on a redeye flight, so my replacement, Albert Fontaine, will be here with you the rest of the week.”

“Okay, sounds good, Garrin, and thank you for everything!”

“My pleasure.” He shuts my door and turns to head back into the house.  Yeah I’ll say his pleasure.  Especially once Simone is done with him.

I turn my attention back to, Jeff, the driver. “Good morning Jeff.  How have you been?”

“I have been well, Miss Austen.  Thank you.”

I smile, more to myself than for Jeff.  Despite everything, I can’t wait to see Harrison.  I can’t wait to smell him.  I hope we will have a moment in which I can feel his lips on mine.  I am praying that bitch Marion is not there.

Within a few short minutes, we pull up in front of the Rogue building.  Jeff comes around to my side and opens the door.  As I am stepping out of the car, I notice a movement out of the corner of my eye.  I turn to the direction of the movement. and my breath stops in my throat. An audible gasp escapes my lips.

There is Harrison, looking freaking amazing.  He is wearing a modern fitted jacket with matching pants in a charcoal grey with white pinstripe.  Under the jacket, he has on a crisp, white shirt, open a the collar, with no tie.  His Italian shoes, are properly shined, and his shirt is neatly tucked in, revealing a YSL belt buckle.

Looking up, my eyes lock with the most vibrant crystal blues eyes I have ever seen.  I take in a deep breath.  I had forgotten just how limpid his eyes are.  Harrison reaches his hand out to help me as I step onto the curb.  Jeff reaches in the car and gets my things for me.  Harrison takes my hand and gives it a firm shake, as if we were simply business associates.  That touch sends shock waves throughout my entire body.  I feel the butterflies fighting to get out of my stomach.  My heart is racing and my face is warming as usual.  This man is causing every fiber of my being to react.  I dare say, I feel faint.  How pathetic.  He gives me that megawatt smile and ushers me toward the front door.  Keeping himself at a safe distance for keeping up appearances.

Jeff follows behind with my swatch book and briefcase.  Once inside, he sets my things down on the reception counter and turns to Harrison. “If that is all sir, I will wait for your call when Miss Austen is ready to leave.”

Harrison is staring at me. Without taking his eyes off me, he nods in agreement and says, “Thank you Jeff, we will message you in a few hours.”  Then, he winks at me.

Once Jeff has left, Harrison walks over to the door from which Jeff exited and locks it with a key.  He turns to me, waves his hand toward the elevators and says, “Shall we?”  I nod and turn to grab my briefcase, but he shakes his head, “You really won’t be needing that.”  I leave the swatches and my case on the counter and follow him to the elevator.  I anxiously look around to see if anyone is about.  So far, no signs of the evil witch.  I am too nervous to ask Harrison about her, so I leave the subject alone for the moment. 

I steal a glance at his profile, and I feel my loins about to explode, while I am standing here, waiting to board the elevator.  Once inside, he pushes the 18th floor button, and as the doors shut, he grabs my face with both of his hands, causing me to drop my purse to the floor.

He plants his lips on mine, then darts his tongue into my mouth, seeking my tongue.  His firm hands travel from my face, down the length of my torso. He eagerly lifts my skirt with his left hand, searching out my lace-clad crotch.  He lets out a deep guttural groan and sighs my name.  I respond to him by arching and leaning into him, rubbing myself against his hard cock.  The exotic spice market scent of him wafts into my nostrils almost intoxicating me.  I am under his spell.  Again, he moans my name into my ear just as we reach the 18th floor.  The doors open, and I lean down to grab my purse, as he swats my butt.  “Oh what I’d like to do to that heart-shaped ass.”

I giggle at the thoughts coursing through my brain.  I quickly straighten my skirt and fluff my hair.

We step out onto the newly installed white marble floors.  The space has changed a lot since I had visited it with Harrison almost three weeks ago.  It is simply breathtaking, with sweeping views of the mountains, river and city through the floor to ceiling windows.  I look to the left of the lobby and see a glass and chrome staircase that leads up to the loft area and a windowed in office.  It was not completed when I was here last.  Harrison notices the direction of my gaze.

“That’s my executive office.”  With a twinkle in his eye and sexy smirk on his face, he grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs.

The landing at the top of the stairs is a spacious area that will be used for seating. There’s a space designated for his assistant Hilary’s desk.  We enter through the door of his office.  The entire room is enclosed in glass.  All four walls are nothing but floor to ceiling windows.  It’s a corner office, so two of the walls overlook the river.  In the middle of the room, is a pile of large, white, tufted floor cushions the kind you see in travel magazines, in a cabana perched on a beach in Fiji.  Next to the pillows, is a bottle of champagne in a short ice bucket, two glasses, and a picnic basket.  I turn to look at Harrison, who is watching me intently.

“Oh Harrison.  Is this a good idea?  I mean, are we all alone?”

He laughs,  “Yes, this is a great idea and we are quite alone.  Now, can I get you a glass of bubbly, Mi Amore?”

I love that, Mi Amore.  His voice sounds like angels singing from heaven when he says that.

“In that case, yes please, Mr. Towers.”  I give him a playful smile.

He leads me over to the pile of cushions and helps me take off my jacket.  He looks me up and down, with hunger in his eyes.  He reaches down and traces his finger over the metal of the belt at my waist.  I look up at his face to see that he is looking down at me, with lust in his eyes and biting his lip.  I want to bite that lip.  The thought of it sends waves of desire coursing through my loins, and I feel my lower regions betraying me.  I am getting wet.  As if he knew my thoughts, he leans down and kisses me.  Passionately. Deeply.  He puts his left hand behind my head and winds his fingers through my hair.  He pulls away and locks his gaze with mine.  He is looking into my soul-- I just know it.

“Danielle, I need you, now!” He breathes.  I can feel that I am sopping wet.  He is so damn hot and I can hardly contain myself.

He pulls me down to the cushions and grabs a white remote on the floor next to the picnic basket.  He aims the remote at the office windows to lower the hidden blinds.

“Now, where were we?”

“Location number twenty- two or maybe it’s twenty-three?”

“Now who is keeping track?”  He lays on his side next to me and begins to unfasten the buttons on my blouse, one by one, with nimble fingers.  I am holding my breath.  I feel like I did the first time we had sex.  No, I actually feel more nervous now than I did that first time in his penthouse.  There is so much between us now that every touch is permanently etched into my lifeline.

He pulls my blouse out of my skirt and finishes with the last of the buttons.  “Green suits you.” 

I feel light headed.  “Thank you, Simone helped me pick it out.”

“She has good taste.”  He slips his hand into my pink lace pushup bra and cups his hand over my breast.  He leans in and begins kissing my neck under my ear.  He takes his free hand and lifts my hair off my back, then trails kisses over the nape of neck.  He pulls my hair slightly and nibbles at my neck gently with his teeth.  “And you taste good.”

Gah!  He is setting me on fire.  My god, my loins are aching for his cock to fill me.

He reaches down, removes my shoes, reaches behind me, and tugs at the skirt, as I shimmy out of it to assist.  I am lying on the bed of white cushions in just my lace bra, matching thong panties and the chain belt.  Beginning with my right foot. he begins sucking and nibbling my toes… one by one.  It is not something that I am entirely comfortable with, but it feels sensational.  I try to not think about my toes and just enjoy the tingling in my loins.  He moves his way from my toes to my ankles kissing and teasing with his tongue up to the backside of my knees.  He spends some time on my inner thighs, kneading them with his strong hands and kissing dangerously close to my crotch.  He takes his finger and moves the lace of my panties aside, slowly inserting two of his fingers into my “P”.  “Oh Danielle, you are sopping wet for me.”

I gasp and feel my breath catch.  He stops for a moment, then begins to move his fingers in a circular motion at a tortuously slow pace.  He withdraws his fingers and sits up.  I open my eyes to take notice that he is still wearing his clothes.

“Don’t you think you have me at an unfair advantage?  Let me help you with those.”  I sit up and get on my knees, reaching to unzip his pants.  He moans, as I reach into his pants and pull out his fully erect cock.  I take the tip between my teeth and swirl my tongue around the swollen bulb.  A little of his excitement escapes, and I take his full length to the back of my throat.  I wrap my lips around the end of his shaft and begin to suck hard and fast.  I pull my mouth to his tip,  while gently dragging my front teeth down the length.  He moans.  I do the same thing over again, but this time when I pull his cock out of my throat, he pushes me away.

“No!  I want to pleasure you.  This is not about me today.”

Oh, this just keeps getting better.  I stand up and help him remove the rest of his clothes.  I can’t resist running my hands over his smooth, well-defined chest, downward to his carved abs.  I stop just at his navel, where his love trail begins.  He hooks his fingers around the strings of my lace thong and in a swift movement, he rips the lace right off my body and tosses it aside.  The primal nature of his movements make me release another surge of moist between my thighs.

He is on his knees and starts licking my “P” from behind.  He takes his finger and swirls it around in my “P”, while he simultaneously licking the area surrounding it.  Realizing that I am barely breathing, I take in a deep, cleansing breath.

He moves to the side of me and pulls me down with him onto the cushions.  He pushes me onto my back and mounts me, missionary style, while using his hand to rub against my wetness, wiping  it up and down his cock.  My God, he has done that before and it is the most erotic maneuver I have ever witnessed.   I feel it inspire more wetness in me.  He inserts himself into me very slowly at first, and then, when he was almost in, he slams  it in a hard and swift movement.  I can feel his balls slap against me.  I let out a loud yelp.  My God, that feels so good.  He stops moving.

“Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m great, that just surprised me.”

He responds by moaning and resumes moving his cock in and out, as he uses his finger to stimulate my clit.  I lay my head back into the cushions and close my eyes.  He moves his finger from my clit to my mouth.  I suck on it, tasting my own sex.  It is heady, especially when he takes that same finger and inserts it into my already full “P” before sticking it in his own mouth, licking my taste off his finger.