by Alana Jade
I’ve written two lists, one with all of my staff listed who possibly have access to the guesthouse, and a second list with anyone I can think of who may think this about Georgia.
The top of my list is her sick-as-fuck stepfather. From what she’s told me about him and her mother, he seems like the type who’d do something like this, just to mess with her happiness. But we don’t believe they know where she is, and the note and the articles don’t connect to them.
I don’t think it’s someone close to me or us. It’s possibly someone who’s been fed some information and has run away with it before doing any research. I’m desperate to visit my mom and hoping to catch her when she’s lucid. She may hold a clue in all of this mess.
It’s times like this I wish I could go to a liquor cabinet and grab something strong to help me forget about the present, but instead, I resist the demon, recite my pledge to myself, and fetch an elastic band from my kitchen drawer wrapping it around my wrist.
As I sit back at the table, I rest my head on the cool tabletop and snap the band on my wrist a few times.
This is my way of forgetting about alcohol. This is the trick I’ve been shown, and it does wonders.
It takes me out of my own head for a short time.
It stops me from overthinking.
The elastic snapping on my skin reminds me of the types of headaches I used to endure the day after a drinking session, ones I never want to experience again.
I’m exhausted. I don’t have the energy to walk back up the stairs, and my eyes start to drift closed. I desperately want to fall asleep next to Georgia, but my body has other ideas.
I allow sleep to overtake me, my body needing this to recover from the day from hell.
The Next Morning
The dull, yet annoying buzz from my cell wakes me. As I pry my eyes open, I sit, remembering I’ve fallen asleep at my kitchen table.
Rolling my head back and forth, my neck cracks a few times, relieving the discomfort from sleeping on such a hard surface. As I take a few moments to process what I’m meant to do today, I hear footsteps behind me. Immediately, I twist around and am pleasantly reminded my gorgeous girl has stayed the night in my home. Memories of last night flood my mind, and the heavy feeling in my stomach returns knowing we don’t have any idea who is behind all of this. Then I remember my lists.
Quickly, I hide my lists under a placemat next to me. Georgia doesn’t need to know who’s on my list of suspects.
“Good morning,” she beams, wrapping her arms around my neck, then places a kiss on my cheek.
“Good morning,” I reply, rubbing her arms with my hands. It may sound stupid, but there’s so much more to this hug. I can feel her thanks and gratitude. “Sleep well?”
“It would have been better with you next to me. I was hoping you’d join me,” she coos.
“I had a few things to do, and I must have fallen asleep here.” It’s partially the truth.
Georgia walks over to the coffee machine, switching it on. She has no idea how much I’m dying for a cup of dark brown sustenance right now. Given it’s a workday, I’d normally call into my favorite barrister on the way into the office, but I’m going to have a slow start today and need to hang around a little longer than normal to speak to Lucy.
“Are you feeling any better this morning?” I croak out before clearing my throat. “Hopefully, a good night’s sleep will have helped.”
“It did. But I’m still feeling strange. Like I’ve been breached. Maybe that’s the wrong word, but it’s the only one I can think of before I’ve had any caffeine.”
The coffee machine starts steaming, and she puts a cup under the spout before adding a pod of my darkest coffee.
This girl knows me well. It’s exactly what I need today.
After making my coffee, she makes herself an herbal tea and joins me at the table.
Pushing back on my chair, I walk around the where Georgia is sitting and wrap my arms around her.
It’s completely inappropriate to be thinking what I am right now in light of what happened last night. But I’m taking Georgia’s good mood and running with it for now, considering she seems happy and feeling all right about the eventful night we had. Well, as good as can be.
With my arms wrapped firmly around her body, I argue with myself about whether I should bring up last night again or simply see how things play out today.
Deciding the let it slide for now, I let go of Georgia and walk back to my coffee, taking another mouthful. Normally, I’d wait until my coffee is much cooler to take such large gulps, but knowing Lucy will arrive in an hour and a half and wanting to take advantage of Georgia’s good mood, I down the scalding liquid as fast as I possibly can.
“I’m going to shower,” I casually say as I put my coffee cup in the sink, hoping she’ll take the hint and join me.
“All right,” Georgia absentmindedly replies.
Maybe I’m not being clear enough. So, I repeat myself, “I’m going to shower.” This time accentuating the shower.
“I heard you, Adam. Enjoy your shower,” she says into her cup of tea. I can see she’s smiling, the little tease.
The buzz of my cell stops me from being a Neanderthal and throwing Georgia over my shoulder and carrying her up to my room.
As I dig out the cell, I see it’s from the office, and I choose to ignore it. It’s likely only Zac or Isabel wondering if I’m going to be in soon.
As I end the call, I see a text message from security.
John: Footage sorted and sent to police. Gate maintenance will be here today. Extra security has been arranged. Can we meet later today, sir?
I type a quick reply.
Me: Thanks John for all your help. Suggest we meet tomorrow evening. I have written a list of people who I believe could be involved, which I will email to you this morning. Please check on Lucy during the day.
Right now, all I have on my mind is Georgia. I’d love nothing more than to call in sick today and stay in bed with her but realize it can’t happen. I still have a business to run with several meetings scheduled for today, and I need to maintain my professional persona, not to mention finding out who was behind last night.
But come five this evening, heaven help that girl.
Because when I get her alone tonight, I’ll be making her mine.
Georgia
Today seems to be dragging on. I’ve done my best to be my usual bubbly self, but it’s quite hard with Adam in the next room, and I can’t lay a hand on him. As hard as it is, I’m trying my best to respect his office rules and be strictly business.
This morning he hinted several times about me joining him in the shower, but I decided I wanted to hold back. I want our first time together to be special, not a quickie up against some wall in the shower as hot as it may sound.
My mind feels as though it’s been split in two. One part, possibly my libido, wants me to move forward with Adam. The other part wants to find out who broke into the guesthouse and why. I realize it’s up to the police to solve now, but my brain keeps coming up with new suspects. The curiosity is driving me crazy.
Adam has taken several calls about what happened last night but hasn’t shared any information with me. I’m hoping he does soon as I feel I need to know what’s going on. It’s my right to know as well. After all, it was my place that was broken into. In all fairness, Adam’s been flat out since we arrived. Plus, no one here knows I’m living in the guesthouse, so that could be another reason why he hasn’t shared anything yet, especially with Zac and Isabel hanging around. It also didn’t help that we were a good two hours later than normal as he wanted to speak to Lucy this morning. No one questioned why we were both late, though.
I’d forgotten today had so much scheduled in for Adam to handle. I’ve had to deal with Zac and Isabel on my own not once but twice since Adam’s been in meetings all day. Luckily, neither of them gave me a hard time. They both had easy-to-deal-with questions.
Zac’s been s
omewhat polite today which has amazed me, making small talk. Although, he was speaking so fast, it was ridiculous. He did mention at one stage about both Adam and me being late. His constant smirk made me uneasy, but I shrugged it off.
He still didn’t speak to my face. My boobs were told he plans to go home for Christmas this year, so he can see his mom. There’s something that doesn’t look right with him, though. Perhaps he’s coming down with something. However, I’m not sure if it’s a sickness, but more like he’s been burning the candle at both ends, kind of run-down.
Isabel’s been hanging off him like a bad smell and is following him everywhere. I even saw her pursue him to the bathroom, then proceeded to wait at the door. After following him to my desk, I believe she only stayed back after Zac left to try and cause trouble for me by making various comments about happenings in and around the office. I wasn’t playing her game today, though. In the end, I’ve simply ignored her. She got the message and disappeared.
As five o’clock nears, I can see Adam and his last client, Jane, are starting to wrap up their meeting. I don’t know if the door’s been deliberately left ajar, but it is handy because I can judge when they will finish.
I stand from my desk, smooth my black pencil skirt down my legs, and walk to Adam’s office door, gently tapping before I enter. I’m paranoid about my skirt riding up as I didn’t wear any panties today, purely because after the mayhem of last night, I forgot to pick up clean ones. I’m trying to find the right moment to share with Adam what I’m not wearing.
But after a long consideration, home may be the best place to disclose this information.
“Can I get you another coffee? Or anything else?” I ask.
“No, thank you,” Jane politely replies. “I’m leaving.”
As Adam follows Jane out, I clean up the coffee cups and plates and wipe down Adam’s desk. I lean right across the dark timber to collect a few crumbs on Adam’s side and don’t hear Adam step back into his office, but I feel his hands caressing my ass.
“Hey,” I say, standing up straight, twisting around, so I’m facing him. “I didn’t think you’d want to do this… here…” I wave my hand around in the air.
Adam doesn’t say a word, only raises an eyebrow and smirks before planting a kiss on my lips, his hand running up my neck to hold me in place.
My eyes flutter closed as I enjoy the moment between us.
Adam’s tongue skims along my lips, and I open, hoping I will get lost in his kiss.
I can’t deny there’s a thick sexual tension between Adam and me. I’ve been wondering if it will spill over before we can go home. My core is screaming for it to be dealt with now rather than later.
Placing my hand on his chest to gain his attention, he continues to kiss me, ignoring my request, so I push back a little.
“Mmm… what, baby?” he mumbles, obviously confused as to why I pushed him away.
“Is the door locked? Is anyone else on the level?” I ask with a slight panic in my voice. I’m trying to make him see reason. The last thing I’d want is for us to get caught and add to the ongoing dramas of last night.
“Zac’s office is in darkness, Isabel’s nowhere to be seen. Were it. I’m dying to get my hands on you. Hopefully, finish what started last night.”
A grin spreads across my face thinking about what’s to come.
Adam undoes my blouse, one button at a time, placing a kiss on a different spot on my upper body with a flick of his fingers. Pushing the silky material off my shoulders, he then removes the camisole I’m wearing, throwing it to the floor.
His hands move down my body, and as they get to the hem of my skirt, he gathers it, lifting it higher and higher.
Deciding to surprise him with my naked lower body, I sit on the edge of his desk, scooting back, stopping him from lifting my skirt any further.
“You’re no fun,” he teases. I wink a reply.
I know he’ll be shocked but also surprised when he discovers what’s not under my skirt.
I wrap my arms around Adam’s neck and pull him to me. My eyes drift closed as our lips touch, eagerly massaging each other trying to find their rhythm. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I sit up a little straighter when Adam’s hands move around my back, fiddling with the clasp of my bra.
He’s good at what he does because it pops open almost instantly, and he lets the strapless holder fall to my lap.
Feeling vulnerable in his office is somewhat turning me on. I decide to return the favor and unbutton his shirt, enjoying the feel of his muscles as the shirt slides off his body.
Adam leaves my mouth and travels down my body, his hands first finding my breasts before his mouth does. The moment it connects with my nipple, I suck in another deep breath and feel tingles low in my belly.
He stops suddenly, and I instantly panic.
Has someone seen us?
I cover my breasts.
“Don’t you dare cover those gorgeous tits. I want you to lay back on the desk, so I can devour them. Let me clear some stuff out of the way.”
I can’t help but giggle at what he says, feeling somewhat embarrassed. No one’s ever said they were gorgeous before. Hell, I hate them. As far as I am concerned, they’re too big for my body. Even my mother told me my big boobs were a nightmare for her as my bras had to be purchased from a specialty shop rather than Walmart.
“Lay back,” he mutters, and I do as I’m asked.
The timber of the desk is cool on my back, but it doesn’t take long to warm with my body heat.
Adam stands there, staring at me for a moment while licking his lips.
Butterflies are forming in my stomach in anticipation of what’s to come.
Before I can ask what he’s thinking, Adam’s leaning over me, one hand resting against his desk, lowering his head to my breast while his free hand caresses the other.
I squeeze my legs together to try to stop the thumping between my thighs, but it only makes it worse. I’ve never had a guy make me this hot from a single touch and a nibble on my breast. His thumb slowly moves in circles around my nipple, and the occasional skimming over the top is causing me to feel all kinds of electric pulses throughout my body.
Adam switches sides after a few minutes of sweet torture. I’m so close to caving in and begging him to have his way with me, I don’t know how much more I can take of this.
His hand leaves my breast, moving down my body, skimming my stomach before running over my skirt to the hem. I smirk before sucking in a corner of my lip, knowing he’s in for a pleasant surprise.
By the time he’s bunched as much of my skirt as he can into his fist, he slowly looks up at me, a sexy wide smile plastered on his face. “Did you forget to wear a certain item of clothing this morning? Or did you take them off in anticipation?” He grins.
“I forgot to get a few pairs last night, so I decided not to wear any.” I shrug.
“Maybe I should make that a new office rule… my PA isn’t allowed to wear panties.” He nods, agreeing with himself.
I giggle, playfully slap his arm as he gets to work on removing my skirt. Although, in some ways, I am disappointed. I do wish he’d have used another term for me instead of his PA. Girlfriend might have been better, but PA seems so formal.
After undoing the zip, Adam encourages me to lift my ass and lowers himself to his knees, pulling my skirt off my legs before throwing it behind him
The only thing now left is my heels. I worry about scratching his pristine desk if I writhe about too much while he’s doing God only knows what to me.
“Want me to take the shoes off?” I ask. “The clasp can be a little tricky.”
“Fuck, no. You leave those heels on, sexy.”
Adam calling me sexy makes me blush but not as much as when he runs his finger across my mound and down my folds.
“Ohhh,” I moan as Adam’s tongue gets to work.
He grabs my ankle, lifting my leg and places my heel across his shoulder. The cool office ai
r is hitting my already wet pussy and adding to the sensation.
As he flicks his tongue over my nub, it’s as though small jolts of electricity are surging through me. I want to tell him to stop, that it’s too much, but at the same time, I desperately want him to keep going and help me explode.
A finger slides across my wet folds and over my entrance before gently making its way inside me.
I gasp, trying to stop myself from coming just yet.
“Baby, are you close?” he whispers into my pussy.
I can barely respond with a muttered, “Mmm.”
“Come for me, Georgia. Let it all go.”
Adam starts moving his finger in and out faster as he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on it. I can feel the tension building in my body. I close my eyes tightly, trying to let this feeling take over me.
My body is involuntarily moving about with the pleasure Adam is showering me in. Right now, I couldn’t give a shit if the entire office building is watching us.
Parting my mouth as I pant, I let out a loud moan, and with that, Adam teases my clit with his thumb plus gentle bites.
I arch my back as I see bright lights appear on the back of my eyelids. It feels as though I’m floating in space—it’s a feeling of euphoria.
Taking a few moments to come back to earth, I flutter my eyes open, and Adam’s watching me.
“Good?” he asks, smiling.
“Ah-hmm… more like amazing,” I mutter.
Adam removes my foot from his shoulder, slowly lowering my leg before standing and placing his hands on either side of my body.
The look on his face is nothing short of smoldering as he slowly moves over my body, bringing his lips to mine.
I wouldn’t normally enjoy tasting myself on a man’s lips, but with Adam, I don’t care.
I want him.
All of him.
Adam
