Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (23 page)

Graeme hadn’t called her by
fiv
e
, and she didn’t quite know what to do. She thought he’d told her he wanted her to be with him tonight, but who knew? They
had
picked up clothes for her to wear tomorrow. Perhaps the intensity of last night had made him need to push her away again? She didn’t like to call up to his office, she knew that the connection would show up on Mrs. Hall’s telephone as well, and that would be very indiscreet. She stayed at her desk another hour, finishing the reports that everyone else hated to do, not just the ones that were her responsibility, then packed up and prepared to head home. Her mobile rang.

“Hello?”

“Olivia, I’m held up at a meeting at the Bank of England. Started at three, was only supposed to run an hour, but I don’t think I’m going to get away before seven...two stubborn old men who have a grudge just won’t stop arguing.”

“I’ll go home then, and sort out my clothes for Belfast.”

“Just pack casual stuff, pet, your jeans and woollies. And that sweet dress you bought but haven’t worn yet. I’d like to see you in that across the dining table from me. We’ll have a quiet country weekend. I’ll pick you up as soon as I can, and you can stay the rest of the week with me, please. My housekeeper will have left us something for dinner.  I’ll get you a key to the townhouse tomorrow, so the next time this happens, you can wait for me in comfort. Have a nice soak in my tub, or something...”

“All right, Sir. I’ll see you when I see you.”

All week. He wanted her all week! And he was giving her a key to his home!

It was nearly eight before he picked her up, and after nine before they’d finished dinner and loaded the dishwasher. They sat in the study for an hour, Graeme reading a report from the Bank of England, Olivia reading over her next lesson and then they went up to the master bathroom, and filled the tub with steaming water, and soaked together for a long time. Graeme made sweet, sweet love to her.
Nothing like last night, but soft, gentle and equally beautiful. Perhaps tonight was more emotionally satisfying, she realized.

“Vanilla suits me with you, my little pet.”

“Vanilla is very nice, Graeme, with you.”

“After last night, I thought we needed softness, baby.”

“Yes, we did....”

“I thought, since Linda’s finished at the Bank Friday, and the two of you are such good friends, that we might let her know now that you belong to me, pet.”

“If you think so, Sir.”

“Yes, I do. Michael is my best friend, and he means to keep Linda. I want us to be able to go out and enjoy a nice
dinner, the four of us...do things that normal couples do, kitten.

“In fact, I’d like to take them to Belfast with us this weekend. I know Michael’s been invited to a party in Bath, but he loves Ireland, and Linda might enjoy a whole weekend with him in the country. No distractions...”

“I don’t think you should tell her until Friday night, Graeme. The girls are taking her out for lunch, and if she has a glass of wine...”

Graeme smiled. “Good idea, pet. I’ll talk to Michael in the morning and see if he’d like to bring her to Belfast.” He drifted off to sleep.

Olivia lay there. She was disappointed she wouldn’t have him to herself in Belfast. She’d been pretending to herself all day that Belfast was their special hideaway, their love nest.

What a silly girl she was! He was her Master, and she was his sub, his pet. He didn’t love her, and when he was tired of her, she’d go to Belfast no more.

Morning tea.Olivia had taken th
e
twenty three pounds out of her hollowed book, her winter coat fund, ready to give Rose. She added two pounds from her bag, and put it in an envelope, and handed it over.  So did Amanda.

Linda was very bubbly. “Michael just texted me,” she burbled. “He says we aren’t going to Bath on Saturday now, but somewhere else. We’re leaving Friday night and not coming back till Monday morning in time for me to start my new job!”

“Oh, where are you going?” asked Amanda.

“He hasn’t said. Just said I’ll have a wonderful time and to pack my jeans and an anorak, it’s somewhere in the country.
Just a laid back weekend. I will take one dressy outfit though, just in case…”

“Sounds nice,” said Amanda. “I’m thinking of asking Graeme if I can tag along with him to Belfast this weekend. I’m curious to see who he’s going with”

“I think you might be a third wheel,” said Rose. “After all, he’s had Mrs. Hall organizing the best champagne on the plane, and pink roses at his house in Ireland to greet his girlfriend.”

“Oh,” I hadn’t thought of that,” said Amanda. “I don’t really want to go with him, I guess. I just want to know who he’s going with.”

“Ask him,” said Linda, practically. “If you’re that curious ask him if he’s taking Francine or someone else. I think, given the way he didn’t show any favouritism toward her at the wedding last Saturday, you’ll find it won’t be her.”

“Yes, I’ll ask him,” agreed Amanda. “In fact, there he is now, getting a cup of tea, I’ll ask him right now.”

Graeme walked by their table on his way back to his office.

“Graeme???” called his cousin.

“Yes, Mandy?”

“Would I be spoiling a romantic weekend if I asked if I could come with you to Ireland?”

“You would be spoiling what I hope will be a very romantic weekend, and no, you can’t come with us to Ireland.”

“Are you going with Francine?”

“No, Amanda. I am not going with Francine. You can relax. I have a new woman now, and she is very different to Francine, little cousin. She’s a nice English girl who shares a lot of my interests. We get on very well. In fact, some of my favourite times with her are sitting, cuddled up, listening to music, reading....we’re both private people, Amanda, and we don’t like to go out to be seen at the
in
places...”

“Unlike the lovely Francine,” said Amanda.

“Unlike the lovely Francine,” agreed Graeme.

“What does she
do, your new girlfriend?”

“She minds her own business, little cousin, which you seem unable to do...” he smiled kindly, taking the sting out of his words.

“Have you introduced her to Uncle David yet?”

“We aren’t about to get married, Amanda, so why would I do that?”

“Oh, so this isn’t serious then?”

“Amanda, my love life is not open to discussion, and certainly not in the middle of the staff cafeteria. She’s a lovely woman, and I am very, very fond of her. That’s all I’m telling you.” Graeme walked away. He wasn’t smiling.

“Oh, oh. I pissed him off,” smiled Amanda. “But I think he likes this one more than he’s saying, or he wouldn’t have got up on his high horse. I’m relieve it isn’t Francine. Julia and Louisa will be pleased as well when I tell them.”

No one noticed that Olivia was very quiet for the rest of the tea break.

She had a text on her mobile twenty minutes later.

I am very, very, very, very fond of you, young lady, so don’t start feeling insecure. We are going to have a wonderful weekend, and yes, there will be Cristal on the plane and pink roses in our bedroom...xoxoxo

Olivia smiled and texted back

I’ve never had Cristal, or roses before you. You’re spoiling me rotten and I love it. Thank you. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoo

Ping! Another text.

I love that you love it. Michael would like to bring Linda for the weekend. Are you sure you don’t mind? ;) xoxoxoxoxo

Olivia sigh, she did mind a little, but not much, and she knew how much Linda would love the weekend with Michael.

I don’t mind as long as I get to sit in the small sitting room on the first floor, cuddled up to you, listening to that wonderful chamber music you played for me last time, sipping wine and reading our books ;
o
)   x0x0x0x0x0x0

Ps my mouth is open for a reason, a 9 inch reason....

Ping!

Not quite nine inches, you’re a quarter inch off, but I’m flattered, and waiting. That open mouth of yours is irresistible. Now, get back to work. LOL

LOL?
Was that lots of luck, or lots of love?

Ping!
Another text?

 
You don’t know the meaning of the word spoiled, let along spoiled rotten, but you will....oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox...and baby? You’re going to be soooo sore by the time we go home. I think the term ‘well used’ by your lover may be appropriate.

  Olivia could not resist.

 
If I’m sore, you will be too, won’t you? Won’t you? And I plan to use you very well indeed....;
O
)

  The rest of the day sped by. Mr. Taylor put her on the trading desk for fifteen minutes, when one of the traders left early. She did very well, as John Taylor had known she would.

 
“Thank you, Mr. Taylor, that was fun. I can hardly wait to get my license.”

  
“You did well, Olivia. You made the Bank about four thousand pounds. Not bad for your first trade. I’m impressed. You know, I am permitted to have you on the desk each day for up to an hour, under supervision, as part of your training. So we’re going to put you on from noon until one each day from now on, and Ted and Joe will supervise you.

 
She told Graeme on their way home. He opened a bottle of very good merlot to celebrate with their beef stroganoff.

 
She gave him a fantastic blow job in the bath to thank him.

 
He returned the favour when they got to bed, his talented tongue, licking and flicking, sliding in and out of her slit, driving her to distraction.

 
“We’re almost like a regular couple,” she thought as she fell asleep on his shoulder.

 
Rose and Amanda insisted Linda have a glass of wine with lunch on Friday. But she was very careful about what she said, and kept the conversation focused on Rose’s new job, and Amanda’s university courses, and the fact she was so thrilled to be having a mystery weekend with Michael.

 
They were just about finished lunch when Rose said casually, “Oh, I’m thinking of having a party next Sunday afternoon. If Brian’s mother isn’t here again, that is. She’s such a wet blanket, she’d kill the mood. I hope you’ll all come and help me celebrate my birthday and my new job, and bring your men with you. I’m dying to see this man who has you so firmly under his thumb, Olivia.”

 
Olivia smiled politely. “I’ll see if he’s available, Rose. He may have his children. If so, I’ll have to come alone.”

 
“And you, Linda. You must bring that hunk of yours...”

 
“He travels a lot, Rose, but if he’s in town, I’ll definitely bring him...”

 
At five o’clock, Linda came into the currency trading room to say goodbye. 

 
“You’re here alone?”

 
“Yes, on Fridays, everybody leaves between four and half past. I stay until five fifteen in case somebody from the top floor needs to know anything...”

 
“Well, kiddo, I know you’re going to be a success down here. I was wrong about this being a hellhole, wasn’t I? You’ve made it into a real success story, Olivia. I congratulate you.”

 
“Thank you, Linda. I’m very happy here.”

 
“That’s good to know.” Graeme’s voice startled the two girls. He was lounging against the door frame. Michael was just behind him.

 
“Got your handbag, little girl?” asked Michael, smiling at Linda.

 
“I do. Are we heading out now?”

 
“We are. Our cases are already in the boot of Graeme’s car, ready to go to the airport.”

 
“You mean, we’re going to Ireland with Graeme? Everybody thinks he’s taking his girlfriend. I thought that meant his kitten, not us.”

 
“Did you now?” Graeme smiled. “Well, come on Linda. Michael will take you down to the car. It’s parked outside the door. Olivia, you can close up the shop now. I won’t need any information from Currency Trading tonight.”

 
Michael ushered Linda out the door, telling her, “Our flight plan is filed for half past six departure. Don’t make us hold the plane, my little pet.”

 
It was the first time Michael had called Linda his pet. Her eyes shone. Maybe, maybe..

FIFTEEN

 
Graeme stood smiling at Olivia
.
“You heard the man, Olivia. Grab your handbag, shut off your computer and let’s go.