Authors: Tania Joyce
Without breaking their kiss, they stumbled their way into the dining area. Jessica felt the table press up behind her. Nate shoved a pile of papers out of the way and grabbed her hips, picked her up and slid her onto the surface of the table. Jessica arched into his touch and her heartbeat escalated even further as his fingers ran over her breast. She felt her hardening nipples strain against the fabric of her bra. He grabbed the lapels of her jacket, slipped it off her shoulders and flung it onto the floor in a heap.
How could years of professional conduct be vaporized in the presence of this man? She had used up all her willpower trying to cover up her burning desire for him. All through lunch she’d sat listening to him, wanting to throw herself over the table and do him right then and there. Now he had her on his table doing her just as she had fantasized.
“God. Do you know how much I want you?” he whispered as he nuzzled into the base of her neck. The spicy scent of his cologne filled her senses as he kissed his way frantically back to her mouth.
Jessica yanked off his tie and hastily unbuttoned his shirt so she could run her nails across his bare skin, feel his muscles tense beneath her fingertips.
Sliding his hands up her slender thighs, Nate drew her skirt up to her hips, squeezing her buttocks when he reached the top. She needed no encouragement to part her legs even further as Nate pushed his hips into hers. His erection was hard and bulged within his trousers. At the feel of his body against hers, Jessica’s muscles tightened, begging for more of his touch. Her hands found his belt and opened his pants, ripped down his trunks and rubbed her hand along his firmness. Nate groaned deeply as he grabbed the edge of her panties and slid them from her legs.
The black glass of the table felt cool against her bare skin as Nate’s fingers trailed back up along her thighs and settled between her legs. Her skin blazed with fire under his touch. She was already aroused. Wet and ready for him. At the murmur rolling deep in his throat, she knew he liked what he felt as he fingered her deep inside. One finger. Two fingers.
Oh God, yes.
Her hips started to rock in time with his motions. Her breaths came shorter and faster. Just as she was on the edge of exploding, Nate reached for his wallet on the table behind her, ripped out a condom, tore the packet open and rolled it on his stiff erection. His lips locked with hers again as he pulled her hips forward on the table.
Then he plunged inside sending a shockwave of tingles up her spine.
Again, Nate thrust into her, his buttocks flexing hard underneath her hands as he buried himself deeper inside. Jessica gasped breathlessly and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he hammered into her, sending pure ecstasy curling through her entire body.
He slid one hand down between them and rubbed against her clitoris. His firm fingertips worked their wonder on her arousal, leaving her at the mercy of his touch. His relentless thrusts sending her to the point of no return.
“Ah!” Jessica cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her heartbeat hammered in her chest as the want for him had finally been met. Every inch of him fit into her effortlessly, filling her up. This was insane. Hot. Oh … and just what she needed.
“Oh, Jess,” Nate groaned as he came. Jessica clenched her thighs around him tightly, savoring the feel of him inside her.
It took a moment for her to catch her breath. Nate held her against his chest and she could feel his heart racing. He chuckled as he looked down at her. “I thought you were adamant about keeping our relationship strictly professional.”
“I might have to change professions,” Jessica said matter-of-factly.
Nate smiled as he released her from his arms. “I’m glad you changed your mind about the sex thing. I hate to admit it but I was suffering under duress.”
Jessica shuffled off the table onto wobbly legs. Yes—she certainly felt like she’d been fucked.
“Do you have to go back to the office?” he said as he pulled his pants up and buckled his belt.
“Yes, I have a four o’clock.” She realigned her skirt and looked around for her panties.
“Cancel it.”
“No, I have to get back.”
“How about a cup of tea before you leave?” he asked as he slipped on his shirt.
“Look, I think I should go. Let’s not make this complicated, okay? It’ll make it easier on both of us.”
“So was this just ‘
once more
’ or is this going to be a regular occurrence, Ms Mason?” He smiled at her, making her legs feel unsteady at the seductive sight of him. How could she have sex with a man and not get involved? Could she do it? Max assured her it was possible.
“Nate, I’m not sure what to make of it. Maybe I should get Alex to look after your launch.”
“I don’t want to work with Alex. I want to work with you.”
“But we can’t go on like this. You’re my client. I can’t be involved with you; it’ll make working together uncomfortable … well more than it already is. I don’t need my staff getting suspicious, and I don’t want emotions to get in the way of decisions that need to be made.”
“Me either. But, I find it very difficult to keep my hands off of you.”
She sighed because she had to agree. Something inexplicable attracted her to him.
“So what do you propose we do?” she asked as she slipped on her stiletto pumps.
He stood in front of her, his eyes zeroing in on to hers as he tucked her hair behind her ears.
“We either have to stop this, or … I’m only here for a few months.” His words full of suggestive connotations.
She gasped. Was she drawing to the correct conclusion?
“You really want to have an affair? With me? She blushed at the notion.
Nate’s subtle nod and sparkle in his eye sent her head into a spin.
“Nate, I’ve never done the casual thing. You’re only here for a while and neither one of us wants to risk getting hurt. I’m sure you agree.”
“Wholeheartedly.” He hesitated as if deliberating on many ideas before his expression turned serious. “Let’s consider this like any other business proposition … a negotiation if you will. If we agree, great. If not, we’ll have to find some way that we can work together. Okay?”
Jessica couldn’t believe her ears. But more shocking, was that she was contemplating the whole idea. “Okay.”
“If we continue to see each other, my number one priority would be discretion.” Nate said as he put on his jacket. “I’m sure you can appreciate where I’m coming from considering recent events surrounding my father. Unfortunately there are people out there, like those at the gossip magazines, who think my life is interesting, so the paparazzi often hang around when I attend functions.”
She nodded in agreement because she didn’t want to be front page news for the wrong reasons. “Discretion is a must.” She paused, wondered what on earth she was doing discussing terms of having an affair with this man. It was such a crazy concept. “And I don’t need any gray areas, so let’s keep the intimacy out of it—no staying the night, romantic dates or weekends together.” Jessica looked at him anxiously. She didn’t really know what she was saying, but anything to protect her heart from being hurt when he left.
“I’m not opposed to that idea.” His fingers fumbled nervously with her collar. “So where? … How often, do you think?”
She tried not to laugh as Nate’s stumbled over his questions as she straightened and tucked her shirt into her skirt.
“Um, I’m not sure.” She grinned softly at him. “I’ll have to check my calendar and see when I can schedule you in. I work most weekends, late nights, and I start early.”
“Me too.” A cheeky grin touched the corner of his mouth. “But I’m sure we’ll be able to find some time here and there.”
His eyes blazed with heat as he looked over her body. He swept in close, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed himself firmly up against her. And then he kissed her. His mouth molded to hers perfectly; the taste of his tongue was delicious and made her head spin. She could easily opt for another round … but no, she had a meeting to get attend.
“So is this what I think it is?” She rested her hands upon his chest. “Sex, with no strings attached?” Jessica could barely believe the words as they left her mouth.
“I do like the sound of your proposition, Ms Mason. And believe me, I will be looking forward to our next encounter.” His eyes shone with mischief as his gaze dropped to her cleavage.
“I have to go or I’ll be late for my meeting.”
“Okay, I won’t keep you any longer,” Nate relented. “Why don’t you come with me to Melbourne next week?”
“I can’t.” She managed to wriggle free of his hold. “I have some other business to attend to.”
“Other business? I thought I was your first priority at the moment.” He smirked as he straightened his tie.
“Your hotel launch is. This other business is personal, so please don’t ask.”
“Oh. Sounds serious.”
“Baggage. That’s all.”
“Are we talking walk-on or trunk cases?”
“Trunk cases.”
“And that’s what’s dragging you away from my business?”
“You don’t let up, do you?” Jessica was hesitant about revealing too much personal information. Would it matter if he knew about her past? She had felt so much better after telling Max and being freed from the burden she’d carried for so long.
Nate stood there waiting for her to speak.
She exhaled. “I have a meeting with the father of my son.” Jessica tried to sound nonchalant about the whole situation and act like it wasn’t bothering her, but on the inside she was a quaking mess.
“You’re meeting with your ex-husband? Why is that so important?” Nate creased his forehead.
“What? No. Not Graeme. Conner’s biological father’s name is Troy. We were never married. I haven’t seen this guy for twenty years. I’m not particularly looking forward to it either. But please be assured, my personal life never affects my work. The two are entirely separate—no fuzzy gray areas.”
“Fair enough.”
She smiled gratefully as Nate walked her to the door.
He opened it and leaned against the doorjamb. “So I guess I’ll see you after Melbourne.”
“Until we meet again.” Jessica nudged past him and made her way to the elevator. She glanced back over her shoulder. Nate’s eyes still blazed with desire as he watched her. It made it hard to resist the temptation to return to his arms.
The elevator arrived; she stepped in and the doors closed behind her.
She stared at nothing as their proposition replayed through her mind.
Oh God! What had she got herself into?
Bitter winter blanketed everything with frost. Thick fog hung low and snaked along the rolling valleys. It was midmorning when Jessica pulled up her black Audi outside the homestead at Gumtrees Winery. Wrapping her woolen coat and scarf tightly around her neck and shoulders, she stepped out into the crisp mountain air. The smell of burning timber and the sight of smoke curling out of the cabin chimneys were easy reminders of why she loved coming here—to relax and unwind. However, this time was different. She took a deep breath and prayed that once she lit the fire inside the cabin, the twisting knots of nausea inside her stomach would disappear.
“Hey!” Nick came out of the office to greet her, key in hand. “Good to see you again.”
“How’s things?” Jessica hid her feelings behind a warm smile.
“Good. Busy,” Nick said as he gave her the key, then rubbed his hands together to ward off the cold. “Both the guestrooms and the cabins are filled with couples wanting dirty weekends away. It’s great—they all buy food and lots of booze from the restaurant and cellar door, and I hardly see them at all. It makes my life easy.” Nick’s breath misted in the cold air as he spoke. “You’re lucky we had a cancellation to fit you in. So what brings you back to this neck of the woods so quickly?”
Jessica looked around nervously and scuffed her Ugg boot against the gravel on the ground. “I’m here to see Troy. Marie said he’d be here.”
“He had to go over to the Finlay’s farm to help fix a tractor. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Jessica glared at Nick. She could see his eyes were full of suspicion and curiosity. “Don’t look at me like that, Nick. Troy and I go a long way back. We went to high school together and I just want to catch up.”
“I know. He told me. I’m only looking out for you.” Nick smiled innocently as he picked up Jessica’s bag and walked with her to the cabin. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I have to go and bring up some more firewood for the cabins. Catch you later.” Nick strode off toward the sheds, whistling as he went.
* * *
In the evening, Jessica couldn’t wait for Troy to return any longer. Her belly was grumbling with hunger and she didn’t want to stay in her cabin and think about all the other loved up neighboring couples. So she headed off to have dinner at Harrigan’s, the only pub in the district. She bound up the steps and into the restaurant shortly after eight o’clock. The log fire in its hearth burned brightly, sending warmth across the room and making the stone-walled venue feel cozy and inviting. Music from the band drowned out the sound of the football screening on several televisions mounted from the ceiling. The smell of beer intermingled with the aroma of roasting dinners wafting from the kitchen made Jessica’s mouth water. She found a spare table, then ordered a steak and a nice glass of local red wine.
The meal was filling, and she was about to swig down the last mouthful of her wine when she saw Troy walk through the door. Her grip tightened around the thin stem of her glass.
Goddamnit!
She didn’t want to meet him here. She wasn’t sure if she could keep her mammoth load of emotions under control in public.
But then again, maybe a chat over a drink would help keep her calm, and be a good way to confront him once and for all.
Troy lumbered over to the bar and leaned on it, resting one boot on the foot rail. He was wrapped up in his moleskin coat, faded blue jeans snugged firmly around his sturdy legs. He ordered a drink and took a few sips of his beer as he talked to the barman. Jessica watched him as he slowly turned around and surveyed the pub. Then his eyes found her.
His face lit up at the sight of her and he made his way over to her table. “Hi. I’m surprised to see you here. May I join you for a drink, or are you going to run away on me again?”
Jessica sneered at him.
Remember—I’m here to talk to him.
“No. I’m not going to run away.” Another drink might take the edge off everything that was bottled up inside.
“What can I get you?”
“Shiraz, please.”
Her eyes followed him as he went to the bar and bought her a glass of wine, and then returned to the table. His appearance hadn’t changed much in twenty years, was just a little more weathered, with creases touching the corners of his eyes. But Jessica couldn’t stop herself from scrutinizing his every move. Would he show any remorse for what he’d done to her?
“Jess, you look amazing,” said Troy, after he’d sat down. “Still beautiful, even though twenty years has passed under our belts. Even if the ol’ belt is a few notches wider—on mine anyway.” He chuckled as he pulled his chair in closer to the table. “So, give me the speed dating version, what’s been happening for the past twenty years?”
Jessica was startled by his approach. But that was the Troy she remembered.
Just give me the facts, not the bullshit.
Okay, if that was how he wanted to play, she’d go along with it for now.
“I run a marketing and events management company in Sydney,” she began. “I was married, but that ended about two years ago. And of course, I have one child …” She paused, waiting to gauge Troy’s reaction.
Nothing.
Troy seemed undeterred. “Wow. Me—I’ve been in the States until about six months ago. I was married and lived in Texas for ten years. My last stint was in the Napa Valley before finally deciding to come back home.”
Jessica took in what he was saying. But with every word, she felt her eyes narrow into tiny slits. She wished they were daggers. Her throat started to burn as she withheld a scream. How could he be so heartless and not ask about his son? Had he forgotten? How could he be such an asshole?
The music changed to an old time classic, ‘Love Is All Around Us’ by Wet Wet Wet. A couple of locals swayed in time on the small dance floor.
Troy smiled. “Do you remember this song from high school? It was such a hit. Come and have a dance for old times’ sake.” He held out his hand.
Jessica stared at him in disbelief. Was he for real? Troy ignored her shock. He hooked his palm underneath her arm and dragged her to the floor. He swung her around effortlessly and then held her gently in his strong arms. She couldn’t believe she allowed him to do this without causing a scene. But then he looked into her eyes. The pain that swelled in her chest was almost too hard to bear.
“Jess, it’s been so long. Of all the places on the planet, I run into you at Gumtrees.”
“Of all places.” She barely managed a whisper. The bewilderment she felt with Troy standing here before her started to crack through her tough exterior. She felt a tear fall from the corner of her eye.
“Jess, what’s wrong?”
“I … I can’t do this.” She was at breaking point. “I can’t be all nice and pretend as if nothing happened. I gotta get out of here.” She turned on her heels, grabbed her bag from the chair and ran as fast as her legs could carry her out through the door.
She sprinted across the bitumen parking lot. Her hands trembled uncontrollably—in fact her whole body did as she tried to find the car keys deep in her jacket pocket. The cold night air stung against her face and her fingers would not cooperate. Tears rolled down her face and her breath misted in the air. She wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.
Come on, Goddamn it!
She cursed as the keys caught on threads.
Troy raced out the pub door a few seconds behind her. “Jess? Did I do something wrong? What’s going on?”
“Everything’s wrong. You’re wrong, you heartless son of a bitch. Even after all this time you don’t care,” she cried.
“About what?” He raked his hands through his sandy blond hair. “Is this about us twenty years ago? I didn’t know you felt so strongly about me back then. You were only sixteen. Things changed so much when I went overseas.”
“This isn’t about me, you fool,” Jessica blurted. “I can’t believe you don’t even have the common courtesy to ask how he is or how he’s doing. What is with you? Do you have no soul?” Her blood boiled in her veins as she tried to control her anger.
“Jess, you’re sounding like a crazy person. What are you talking about?” He held his palms out as if in surrender.
“Conner.”
“Who’s Conner?” Troy asked, exasperated.
Jessica gasped in disbelief. Pain stabbed her chest like he was ripping her heart out with his bare hands. “Conner. My son … Your son … Our son.”
Troy stopped in his tracks as if struck by a taser. He stumbled and took a step back, leaning on the car next to him to steady himself. The color appeared to drain away from his face. “What are you talking about?”
“Conner,” Jessica said plainly. “I just want to know why you never came back? Why you never had the decency to even call me?”
“Jess, this doesn’t make sense. Is this some kind of sick joke?”
“How could I joke about something like this? Conner was born nine months after you left.”
Troy ran his hands across his face. “I didn’t know.”
“But … I sent letters. So many letters. What happened to them?” She could see the anguish in his eyes as his shoulders slouched.
“Nicola. I can only assume my wife back then, hid, or more likely destroyed them. I never found anything like that in her belongings. Jess, she wasn’t well. It took a long time for her family and I to realize she suffered from mental illness.”
Jessica had not expected this at all. She was finding it hard to fathom. She’d thought he was a cold-hearted prick for so long. Now, to be standing in front of him as he heard the news for the first time had her mind wheeling out of control. It was gut-wrenching to see Troy crumbling to pieces before her.
Troy had tears in his eyes as he stepped closer and hugged her tightly. Jessica was dumbfounded and stood there frozen, unable to hug him in return. This was not how she had envisioned this reunion.
He took a step back and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his coat. “Jess … all this time. I … I have a son …? With you?”
She clenched her arms around herself and looked away from him to avoid his eyes. Those eyes.
“Yes you do. I know there are so many questions and things to discuss, but I’m exhausted. It’s late and I’m freezing cold. Can we please call it a night and talk in the morning over breakfast?” She needed a breather. A timeout to process everything.
“But I need to know everything.”
The desperation in his tone was tearing at her heart.
“And you will. But please, let’s talk tomorrow.”
Troy didn’t look too happy with the idea but nodded in agreement. “Okay. Will you come to the restaurant ’round seven o’clock?”
“Sure. See you then.” She turned and hopped into her car. She forced a smile at him and drove off, leaving Troy standing shell-shocked in the center of the parking lot.
She’d dropped a bomb of information on him, now she had to prepare for the aftermath.
* * *
Jessica woke after another restless night’s sleep. The look on Troy’s face when she’d told him haunted her all night.
He didn’t know about Conner?
Even after all her efforts?
She dressed and headed across the driveway toward the restaurant. She looked out over the valley where the fog hung low. The sky was the color of lead and the blackened vine tendrils spread out across the hills, giving a sad, gloomy feel to the morning. It matched Jessica’s mood perfectly.
Quickening her pace to get out of the cold, she walked up the steps into the dining area. The place was vacant except for Troy sitting at a table by the window with tea in hand, staring out across the paddocks.
“Morning,” Jessica said quietly so as not to startle him.
“Hey.” He stood and pulled out a chair for her. “What can I get you? Coffee, tea, food?”
“Tea to start with. White please. And what’s Marie cooking this morning? Bacon and eggs would be good.”
Troy walked out to the kitchen to confer with Marie. He returned with an oversized red mug. Steam rose from it and the aroma of tea filled the air. As he sat, Jessica noticed his eyes were red. It looked like he hadn’t slept at all last night.
“So, how’re you doing?” Jessica asked as she slowly stirred her tea.
“I don’t know where to begin.” Troy’s shoulders hung low as he slouched over his own mug. “It’s like I’m in some sort of surreal dream. Here I was expecting to have a catch up over a drink and reminisce about the good old days of high school, not find out I had a son.”
“I still can’t comprehend that you didn’t know about Conner.”
Troy winced. “The letters you say you sent, I’m convinced Nicola would have done everything possible to get rid of them. Maybe she read them and knew about Conner. She always threatened to hurt herself if I left. At first, when I met her, I thought it was a joke—part of her quirky humor, but then it got serious when she started self-harming. I can only imagine how intimidated she was by my ex-girlfriend back home.”
Well, I wasn’t your ex when you left
, Jessica thought. But she could see the pain in Troy’s eyes as he talked about his wife. “I’m sorry to hear she wasn’t well.”
“I remember when I left I got so wrapped up in the excitement of traveling. I met Nicola on New Year’s and everything changed. I fell for her straight away. I wound up at her parents’ cattle ranch and picked up work. I married her when I was twenty-one and we had a few good years before she grew more unstable.” He paused and looked away like he was struggling with his memories. “She died in a car crash one day on her way into town. I’m still not convinced it was an accident.”
Whoa!
Jessica stopped with her tea halfway to her lips. She wasn’t expecting Nicola to be dead. Locked away in a mental institution maybe, but not dead.
“When was the accident?”
“Just over six years ago.”
“Do you have any children?”
Troy shook his head. “No. She never wanted kids.” Jessica watched him closely as he sipped his drink. “After she died, I wanted to come home. It just took a lot longer than I thought. Mom had moved to Newcastle shortly after I left, but she died from ovarian cancer when I was twenty-six.”
Jessica felt her heart lurch painfully within her chest. She’d really liked his mom. She was a dedicated nurse, she did yoga before yoga was cool and she never seemed worried about not having a man in her life.