Spice Box: Sixteen Steamy Stories

by Raine Miller

  While the tub was filling, I rang my brother on my mobile.

  “How’s my baby sister?” He sounded quite cheery on the other end and I could hear background noise that sounded like he was probably in the pub.

  “Fuck you, Ian.”

  “Yeah, well this is not the first time today I’ve heard that exact sentiment—”

  “Not surprised, you arsehole!” I yelled, right before I hung up on him.

  During my bath I had some time to think without other distractions getting in my way. The shock of seeing Neil again was powerful, and the hurt was still there.

  Definitely still there.

  Seeing him daily was going to be very hard on me. Oh God, how on earth would I do it? Could I do it? I didn’t want to give up my job but thought I might have to.

  I really didn’t know anything about Neil’s life since our break up, other than that he’d respected my wishes and never tried to come after me. He’d read my letter and done as I’d asked. How could he have left Cora after she was having his baby? I knew he wouldn’t have been able to do it, and I was right. I’d seen her coming out of the clinic right before I was off for Italy and she was already showing, a nice little baby bump on her neat tidy figure. That was Neil’s baby growing inside her. His child, who he would never abandon.

  I didn’t know he’d landed a fabulous job in London after the army. I’d always imagined he’d made a career in the military all these years, because he’d already achieved rank of captain last I’d known.

  To be fair though, I’d told my mother and brother, that if they tried to interfere or pass along messages from or about Neil, I’d never forgive them for it. I’d announced my plans to be an au pair and said I wouldn’t be sharing the details of our breakup, so not to ask. They had honored my wishes apparently. I’d known back then, that I’d never be able to hear all about his life after me, and survive. Letting him go, early in our relationship, had been the better choice for my survival. Moving on to a life without him had been terrifying and agonizing for me, but it was better than killing us both slowly.

  I knew things about myself and about my feelings for Neil. Hell, I had the evidence of him, and what he’d meant to me tattooed on my back.

  I knew I’d be unable to share him with Cora, or even his child, the instant she gave us her big reveal. No possible way I’d ever manage it. I am not perfect, but I’m honest about things I know to be fact. It would have killed me to stay, and I would have become bitter and vindictive, and destroyed Neil’s love for me, anyway.

  It was clear from his reactions that they’d been together and made a baby. He never denied it to me so I knew it was true. I forgave Neil that part of it. We weren’t together when he slept with Cora, and he’d just come home from a long lonely tour. I understood. But, I also understood that Neil would never abandon a child that was his. I knew his character, and with the way he’d been abandoned by his father as a boy, he’d never do the same to his own.

  I stood to get out of the tub and reached for a towel. As I did, I saw my cherry blossoms reflected in the mirror. On my back, right shoulder, where they would always stay. Why had I gotten it done?

  Selfishness.

  It was my little part of us to keep forever. Cherry blossoms in sky blue. My memory. Mine alone, that nobody could ever take away from me.

  I hoped Neil was happy now. I truly wanted that for him, but it didn’t change what I had to do for myself in order to survive the loss of him.

  I knew what I knew. I’d have been completely unable to share him with Cora, no matter how limited their relationship. She would forever hold a piece of him, and I would covet that precious part of him that had been stolen from me. The familiarity Neil would have had to maintain with Cora surely would have poisoned our love and torn it down until there was nothing beautiful left. Just heartache. And, cruel jealousy. And hurt. I couldn’t do that to Neil. He didn’t deserve it after the childhood he’d lived through.

  It made me a horrible person, true, but I could live with that understanding about myself. I was selfish when it came to love. I was selfish with Neil. And I just couldn’t bear to endure the pain I would have brought to us both.

  His child would be five years old now. I wondered about that baby. Boy or girl? Dark chocolate eyes with blonde hair, or more like Cora with her strawberry-blonde curls and light eyes? Had Mum and Ian met the child?

  I finished drying off and hung up the towel. As I shrugged into my robe, I left the right shoulder off and studied my tat once more in the mirror. It was a beautiful piece of art. I had no regrets about having it now, or ever. My tiny little piece of Neil’s love safely preserved in my skin.

  The only bit I had left.

  Despite the fact I wanted to kill him, I was at the bar drinkin’ with him, regardless.

  Ian set down his mobile and hung his head. “Everyone keeps telling me to sod off today. That was Elaina by the way.”

  So, Elaina was angry too. Well great, we had some common ground at least. We’d both had the earth ripped out from beneath us. I poked Ian in the shoulder.

  “Why? Why the f-fuck did you bring her to BSI…? Why’d you do th-that?” Four pints in and I was really sopping drunk. Good thing I’d walked here because I sure as fuck wasn’t able to drive. “Yer tryin’ to kill me, brother?” I slurred another question at him.

  Ian waved me off with his hand like I was a distracting gnat buzzing around his head. “The two of you are fuckin’ ridiculous with your pining and your tats and your lost love. Get over it already, and do somethin’ about it, why don’t you.” Ian narrowed his eyes to focus. He was at least as drunk as me. “Mum and I couldn’t stand either one of you anymore, so we helped you along a bit. Just a li’l bit o’ help, is all.”

  “Well, that was fuckin’ stupid of you then. She doesn’t want anthin’ to do with me, an’ now we have t-to work t-together.”

  “No, yer fuckin’ s-stupid. She’s in love with you st-still. An’ you are with her. I’ve seen yer cherry blossom tats an’ how you are when the other person’s name comes up.” He tapped his head and nearly stabbed himself in the eyeball. “I see things. I know things.”

  I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you tell her about the tat or I’ll b-b-bash you, Ian.”

  Ian’s face cracked an enormous grin. “Yer such a fuckin’ idiot. Ya don’t know much do ya?”

  “What tha bloody h-h-hell does that mean?”

  “I’ll let ya figure it out on yer own, b-brother, but I’ll s-s-say this much…” He poked a finger into my forehead. “Yer not tha only one with a ch-cherry blossom t-tattoo.

  ***

  The words of the song hit me like a brick to the head as I listened to Hendrix on Spotify. Music was part of my life and I couldn’t imagine being without it, but today the lyrics fit too perfectly with the reality of what had happened with Elaina and me. It did nothing good for me. But make the ache more persistent.

  A broom is drearily sweeping

  Up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life

  Somewhere a queen is weeping

  Somewhere a king has no wife

  And the wind, it cries Mary

  Not Mary. The wind was crying…Cherry.

  I’d kept my distance at work from Elaina over the past few days. She’d done the same with me. It was strange, because for some reason, it wasn’t as painful for me as I thought it would feel. Having her nearby was very soothing after so long of wondering where she was, how she was, what she was doing, who she was with. I finally knew the answers to all of those questions.

  But, I also had new ones to ponder.

  Ian’s drunken confession in the pub had piqued my curiosity a lot. According to her brother, she had a cherry blossom tattoo somewhere on her body. Interesting. And why would Elaina do that?

  I could only think of one reason why she would.

  Same reason I’d gotten mine.

  I dug around in my desk drawer until I found it. A flash drive of ph
otographs I’d taken nearly six years ago. I made sure the door was locked of course, and told Susie to hold my calls.

  The pictures loaded up in a slideshow format.

  Nearly two hundred images: cherry blossoms, Elaina under the falling blossoms, selfies of us in the boat together, some close-ups of a blue dragonfly sitting on a cherry branch. I remembered the dragonfly photos specifically. I’d printed one out and taken it to the tattoo artist when she’d inked me, so she could get the design right.

  Blue dragonfly in the cherry blossoms, sitting right on my chest over my beating heart.

  I scrolled through the line of photos, one by one, remembering everything as the images loaded. Again, it was a strange sensation. I thought I had forgotten the memories, or at least hidden them away so deep that I wouldn’t remember. But, that wasn’t the case at all. The sights and sounds and emotions held in my memories, came right up to the surface in an instant, as easily as if our weekend at Hallborough had just happened.

  I kept clicking the right arrow faster and faster until the series changed to times after we had returned home.

  I stopped clicking and stared, unable to take my eyes away.

  Elaina. Naked in my bed. Her eyes were on me, head tilted to the side, her beautiful hair splayed out, her perfect body soft and languid from being touched, kissed, and ravished by me only moments before.

  I’d asked her if I could have some pictures of her like this to take with me and she had generously said yes. How strange to know that just hours later, our time together ended in the most heartbreaking way. A moment in time, captured in stunning images, that had meant my whole world on the day they were taken.

  I clicked forward to the next picture, very aware that I had taken more than just the one. God, she was beautiful then. She was still beautiful, and inside this very building, where I was sitting right fuckin’ now!

  I could leave this office, go out to reception and look at her with my own eyes if I wanted to. I could ask her to dinner or out for lunch. I could get close enough to smell that heavenly perfume she wore, or shampoo she used on her hair, or whatever the hell it was that smelled so good when I got close. I could listen to her voice addressing me when I asked her a question. I could even reach out and touch her in a gesture socially acceptable for workmates.

  I could do all of that.

  If I wanted to.

  I kept my arse in my desk chair and studied the naked pictures of her instead.

  And thought about giving my cock a tug and using them to get me off.

  CHAPTER 17

  For custom arrangements on display in reception, the florist delivered twice a week. I kept looking over at the magnificent creation, of what looked very much like cherry blossoms in a light blue vase. The long branches of pale pink blooms distracted me terribly. Was it possible that Neil had somehow requested them? They were so specific an arrangement… My Spidey senses were picking up on something with him, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

  It was pretty apparent from the last few days, that he was avoiding me. I accepted why he would want to, but it still wasn’t fun for me to sit at my desk and see him go by without saying much beyond a simple greeting. It made me very sad, but I didn’t know what to do about it. And I didn’t know how to make it any better for either of us. I was left wondering so much about what was on his mind.

  I didn’t see a wedding ring on his finger but that didn’t confirm anything. Lots of men didn’t wear them. I’d yet to be invited into his office so I’d not seen any pictures he might have of his family, or…Cora and their baby—

  “So, how are you settling in? It is Elaina, right?”

  My sad thoughts were interrupted by the boss who was leaning on the counter above my station with a coffee cup, flashing that handsome chiseled face at me with an extra dash of charm thrown in.

  “Yes, Mr. Blackstone, I’m really enjoying this job a great deal.”

  “Oh, it’s Ethan. We’re very informal here in the office.” He winked at me. “In fact, I don’t mind if you call me E.”

  If I didn’t know better I’d think he was flirting with me. Jesus, he was runway-model handsome. Women must fall at his feet regularly.

  I laughed nervously. “My brother calls me E as well, but he’s the only one.”

  “That’s right. I knew that.” He gave his head a tap with the heel of his hand. “Morrison is your brother. Good man to have a pint with, or three,” he joked.

  “Yeah, that’s my brother all right, always willing to be somebody’s drinking partner.”

  “It’s never a good idea to drink alone,” he said softly.

  I nodded and smiled, unsure of how to respond.

  “Well, I just wanted to give you a personal welcome and say that I’ve heard nothing but good things about what you’re doing here for us. Keep up the good work, Elaina, and please, if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”

  He smiled warmly but held his stare for a little too long to be just a friendly welcome. Yeah, it was an invitation all right. All I would have to do is let him know I was available and Mr. Blackstone would probably give me a time and a place.

  “Okay…yes sir.”

  He tsk’d and cocked a brow at me. “Ethan, remember?”

  “Ethan.” I smiled, waiting for him to go.

  Thankfully my switchboard lit up at precisely that moment. “Blackstone Security International, how may I direct your call?” The line was dead with dial tone only. A second call lit up the board almost immediately, and again I picked up.

  Ethan lifted his coffee mug in a farewell salute, as I dealt with switching calls through, our little chat officially ended.

  He punched in the key code and headed back through to the main offices. But as the door opened, I could see Neil standing just behind it, his mobile up to his ear. Ethan stepped around him, continuing in the direction down to his office, while Neil just stood there stonefaced. He stared me down from inside the doorway until it closed between us, cutting off our view of each other.

  “Blackstone Security International, how may I direct your call?” I got dial tone again and frowned at my switchboard. Something weird was happening with the phone lines.

  I thought about my short conversation with Ethan.

  The boss was an interesting man. Besides being off-the-charts handsome, he was also very well-mannered and socially adept. But there was an edge to Ethan Blackstone that didn’t quite fit. Something that didn’t feel very mannerly, or even particularly social. I felt secure around him, yes, but this was a man who could do some serious damage to a woman if she was fool enough to let him. Make no mistake about it. I had no intentions of being that woman, so I wasn’t worried in the slightest, but some girl would…someday.

  I pushed my way into his office and got right up on him.

  “Don’t even think it.”

  Ethan pulled back a little and cocked a brow. “Don’t think about what?”

  “I’m not blind, you know,” I scoffed. “I saw you on camera, flirting, swinging your cock around up front just now.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “What in the mother fuck are you railing on about, mate? Did you hit your head or something?” He opened his desk drawer where he kept his cigarettes.

  I leaned over him, hands planted on the desk. “Not gonna happen. Not with her,” I whispered right up against his face, my neck so tight it might snap.

  “The new receptionist, you mean? Elaina?” He was eyeballing me by then.

  “That’s right. She’s off limits, and you can tell that to your wandering cock and balls, too.”

  “Easy there, mate. I was just being polite.” He lit up one of those Djarum Blacks he liked so well, the spice of clove scenting the air between us. “Making her feel welcome as a new member of the team is all. I’d not had a proper chance to do that yet.”

  He exhaled right in my face. Probably because I was still up on him, but it didn’t deter me one iota. “Forget it, E. I’m warning yo
u.” I tilted my head and crossed arms over my chest to keep from doing something I would regret. “Leave off with Elaina. She’s not going to be another of your one-night bang buddies. If you’re in need, go find it somewhere else.”

  Ethan looked me over good, his blue eyes chilly as he took another drag on his ciggie. “You know her. I suppose you must since Morrison is her brother. Am I right?”

  I managed a nod.

  “You want to talk about it?” he asked carefully.

  “No, I don’t.” I shook my head.

  “Right, well, no worries then. I was only giving a welcome and being nice. You know I don’t fraternize with employees on the job. I’d never do that to a subordinate.”

  “Not during working hours at least,” I grumbled. I’d known E to tap an office girl or two, but to be fair, he’d only gone for the ones that worked away from the executive suite on one of the other floors.

  Ethan snickered and leaned back in his chair, the cigarette hanging off his lip. “Are you all right, Neil?”

  “No,” I said, dropping myself into a chair opposite his desk.

  We sat there in silence for a bit, him smoking, me breathing it in second hand, the smell reminding me of Afghanistan, taking me back to other times and other places. Places where I’d been with Ethan, a long time ago when things were different. He was very quick, and I imagined he’d puzzle it all out in another moment or two.

  “Elaina’s the girl, isn’t she? The one from years ago, that you…lost, right before that last tour.” He lit up another Djarum.

  “Yeah. She was the one.”

  I put on my coat and peered out the window from the forty-fourth floor.

  Well, shit.

  Late leaving work, and it was already completely dark outside. The fall weather had arrived in full force, too. The temperatures were dropping and the rain was falling.

  The ride home on the train didn’t worry me, but the walk to my house from the station most certainly did. Maybe I could call Mum to come pick me up in the car.