by Angel Devlin
A knock sounds out, dragging my head back up and distracting me from my crazy thoughts. “She’s perfect,” Scott says, sticking his head into my office without being invited.
“So by that you mean you want to bang her?”
“Yeah! So will you when you see her.”
“Doubtful,” I mutter quietly, but apparently it’s not quite quietly enough.
“Ah, I forgot. You’ve already got yourself a hot and young piece of ass.”
Fire burns through my veins at him even mentioning Leah after the way he shamelessly flirted with her in front of me. Reaching out, I grab his arm and pull him back until he hits the wall. “Don’t ever let me hear you talk about Leah like that again.”
Wide, panic filled eyes stare back at me. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Boss.”
“I should fucking fire you. You’re a pain in my arse.”
He smiles at me and I’m sure it would get him far with a horny woman, but me, not so much. “Just think of all the female customers you’d lose without me.”
I refrain from pointing out that they probably come here for the food. I don’t want to bruise his ego.
“She’s by the bar,” he calls from behind me. “But I’ve already called dibs.”
Shaking my head, I walk out into the restaurant to find a petite dark-haired woman sitting on one of the bar stools.
“Hi, you must be Suki?” I ask as I approach. Spinning on the stool, she jumps down and holds her hand out for me.
“Yes, that’s me.”
It takes me a second to respond because even though Scott just pointed out how hot she was, and Leah said something about her getting all the guys in, I’m still slightly taken aback by just how beautiful she is. Her dark hair frames her face perfectly, her dark eye make-up makes her brown eyes look like melted chocolate and her red lips... well I don’t really need to go there because I’ve got Leah and although beautiful, this woman isn’t really my type. I think Leah described her as sassy; well in person she looks way more than sassy. I think she could probably eat most men alive. If Scott wants to try his luck then fair play to him, he needs someone to keep him on his toes.
“Would you like to come through?”
Turns out, I don’t think I could have found anyone more perfect for the job and before the interview’s over, I make her an offer she can’t refuse. Thankfully, she agrees to start immediately, meaning I can head off to Disney and not worry about staffing issues.
By the time I leave for the day, ensuring that the place will run like a well-oiled machine without me, excitement flutters in my stomach. I’ve wanted to take Amelia to Disneyland since the day she watched her very first Disney film. The anticipation of the look on her face when she sees that castle is enough to have emotion clogging my throat.
She’s already in her pyjamas when I walk through the front door.
“If you think she’s going to sleep tonight you’re fooling yourself,” my sister warns.
Amelia races towards me screaming. “I’m going to Disneyland tomorrow.”
“It might be one of the reasons I didn’t mention it when I booked it. I couldn’t cope with months of this.”
“It’ll be amazing. I’m jealous.”
“You’ll get to take your own kids there one day, Kay.”
“Hopefully.” The sadness in her voice is enough to make me change the subject.
“Any plans while I’m gone?”
“Er, going out with Aiden tomorrow night. Then out with the girls on Friday night; it’s Cheryl’s birthday.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Should be.” There’s not a lot of enthusiasm in her voice and my heart aches for her. She’s so desperate to find the one and spend her life with someone. “All of your washing is done and folded on your beds. I wasn’t sure what you wanted Amelia to take so I didn’t pack for you.”
“Kay, you didn’t need to do all of that.”
“You know I like to keep busy.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Yeah, I had pasta with Amelia. I’m just going to head off if that’s okay. Leave you to get sorted.”
Pulling my sister in for a hug, I wish there was something I could do, but as usual, I come up short with ideas.
“Amelia, come and say goodbye to Auntie Kaylie, please.” Her footsteps thunder our way and I leave them to do their thing as I head upstairs to start packing.
I’m deep in thought trying to decide which of Amelia’s dresses to pack when she shouts up the stairs.
“Daddy, Leah’s here.” My heart jumps into my throat. I’ve got plans for tonight, so my daughter had better get tired soon. Throwing her favourite dresses into her small case, I zip it up and leave it in the corner of her room with a change of clothes on top ready for the morning. In order to catch our train we’ve got to leave at ridiculous o’clock. Even more reason why she needs to get to bed.
Jogging down the stairs, I round the corner into the kitchen and find the two of them sitting at the table with a glass of milk each.
“Leah warmed mine up. She says it’ll make me sleepy, but I’ve already told her that I’m not going to bed tonight. I’m staying awake until we need to leave.”
Leah winks at me and my cock swells. I’m glad she’s got similar plans for the night.
“You need to sleep tonight, Amelia. I read that the princesses refuse to see naughty children.” Her eyes widen and she quickly reaches for her milk and downs it.
“Okay. I’m going to bed right now. Make sure you tell them that I was extra good.”
I watch in amazement as she hops from the chair and runs for the stairs.
“Well, that was easier than I was expecting.”
“Blackmail always works,” Leah says with a laugh.
“So I guess you’re here for dinner?”
“Yeah, that and something else.”
“How hungry are you?”
“For food, meh. For you... fucking starved.” Her fist wraps around my shirt and I let her pull me towards her. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she whispers in my ear, “how quickly do you think she’s going to fall asleep?”
“I hope fast because I’ve had this fantasy about fucking you on this table.”
“This table?” she asks, stepping away from me and running her fingertip along the edge of the wood.
“Yeah, that one.”
“How would you want me? Bent over like this?” I just about manage to contain my groan when she bends over and sticks her arse out. Her skirt rises and I get a flash of the hot pink G-string she’s wearing. “Or like this?” Turning, she hops up onto the table and spreads her legs wide giving me one fucking incredible view. Her chest heaves as she waits to see what I’m going to do and my mouth waters with my need to taste her.
Dropping to my knees, I pull the small scrap of fabric to the side and run my tongue up the length of her.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers above me, her feet coming to rest on my shoulders.
“Shhh.”
Pushing forward, I eat her until she’s thrashing about on top of the table and coming all over my face.
Sitting back, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. A smug smile spreads across my lips when I look at her laid back on the table, her tits rising and falling with her increased breaths and a light sheen of sweat over her face and chest.
“Ready for more?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
Popping open the buttons on my jeans, I push both them and my boxers down my thighs. Taking my length in my hand, I run the head through her wet folds enjoying the feeling of her trembling.
“Jenson, please.”
I’m just about to thrust into her when I realise something. “Condoms are upstairs.”
“I’m on birth control. We’re good.”
“I’m clean, I swear.”
“Me too. Do it.”
Unable to deny her, I thrust forward. The intense feeling of her wrapped around me is enough to make my movement still f
or a second. My heart thunders in my chest as I look down at the incredible woman beneath me. This is all going so fast but I never want it to fucking stop.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes. More, more.”
The feeling of our bodies connecting with nothing between us was only part of what I meant. I just fucking hope she feels the swelling inside her chest as well because I’m not sure how I’ll cope if she doesn’t.
Pulling her tiny body over the edge, I hold her arse in my hands and shift her so she’s at the perfect angle. Her pussy squeezes me tight and I know she’s just about to crash over the edge.
“Don’t scream.”
“Fuuuck, Jenson,” she moans, her hands lifting to squeeze her tits. Fuck, I wish she was naked right now so I could watch her playing with her own nipples. The thought alone has my cock swelling as my balls draw up.
“Come now, Leah,” I demand, pressing my thumb down on her sensitive clit.
“Shit, Jenson,” she cries, unable to help herself as she falls apart beneath me.
“Leah, fuck,” I moan, following her over the edge.
Dropping her legs to the floor, I help her stand before tucking myself back inside my trousers. “You hungry for food now?”
“Not really. Fancy taking this upstairs? I could really use a shower after that.”
Dropping my eyes, I run them over her curves trying to imagine how fucking sexy they’ll look with water running over them.
“Me too. I’m dirty as fuck.”
“I know.”
Reaching out, she grabs my hand and together we run up the stairs laughing like bloody teenagers.
It’s still dark when my alarm goes off. I quickly grab my phone from the side and turn it off so I don’t wake Leah. Slipping from the bed, I grab the clothes I left out before she got here last night and tug them on as silently as possible.
It takes a couple of minutes to get Amelia to wake up enough to remember why I’m waking her in the middle of the night.
“We’re going to Disney,” she screams, jumping out of bed and running around like a lunatic.
“Shhhh.”
“Why? I’m so excited.”
“I know, baby, but Leah’s asleep in the other room.”
“You had another sleepover, Daddy? I’m glad you didn’t tell her scary stories all night and keep her awake.”
Oh I kept her awake all right.
Come on, you need to get dressed. We need to be out of the house in ten minutes.
I leave Amelia to get dressed and brush her teeth while I take our cases downstairs and write a note for Leah.
Grabbing the spare key, I take it and the note upstairs and place it on the bedside table next to where she’s sleeping. I drop a quick kiss on her forehead and sneak from the room, wishing the whole time that she was coming with us.
“Are you ready?” I ask when I find Amelia at the front door next to the cases with a princess doll under each arm.
“Yes, let’s go already.”
I glance up at my bedroom window as we head down the driveway. Is it wrong of me to hope something goes wrong with her house so it’s not ready to be sold next week? I’m not ready for her to go yet.
16
Leah
I wake wondering where I am. Then realisation slams into me that I’m in Jenson’s bed as his spicy smell hits my nostrils. I reach out my arm but meet cold sheets.
What?
Sitting up quickly, I see that I’m alone. He and Amelia have gone on their trip. I spot the note on the bedside table and a key.
Leah,
You looked far too content to wake up.
Here’s the spare key.
Stay as long as you like. Feel free to stay here while we’re away and eat anything left in the fridge!
I’ve not left yet and I’m already missing you.
J x
I run my fingers over his words. Stay as long as I like. I think I’d quite like to stay forever. God, he’d think I was a nutcase if I said that to him after these few days together.
I feel a pang in my chest at the thought I won’t see him or Amelia for five days. Sunday evening is a long way off.
It feels strange being in the house without them, so I hurry to leave and get back to my parents’ house. Today I intend to paint the kitchen. There really isn’t much left to do and while I’m hesitant for all the family memories and Jenson reasons to sell, the letter I find posted through the door makes me more eager than ever to be done with it.
It’s from the ‘company’ and I use that term loosely, who now want to collect on their debt. They want me to ring them with a progress report. Yeah, well they can wait. I stuff the letter in my handbag and throw myself into decorating.
By Friday, I’m desperate for Jenson and Amelia to return. It feels like they’ve been away forever. Just not hearing Amelia’s shouts and giggles from the garden next door is strange. I’ve been going in quickly each morning just to check the house is still in good repair but other than that, I’ve continued to hurry to complete the decorating.
The estate agent visits that afternoon. The house is ready for the market. They take photos and measurements. On Monday the house goes up for sale. I’ve spent the last two evenings applying for jobs up and down the country, although more of them were local to here than I want to admit to myself.
And to add to my loneliness, Carl finished yesterday, so there’s been no banter with him today. He has however forced me to meet them all tonight and where are we meeting? InHale, although apparently he’s been warned by Suki that if he thinks he’s getting free drinks he can fuck off cos she’s ‘onto a good thing there’.
I walk into the restaurant and Scott comes rushing over. “Boss know you’re out on the town?” He winks. “Thought he’d have you chained up in the basement while he was away.”
“We did that before he left.” I throw back. Scott fans his face.
“You let me know if things don’t work out there.” he yells after me as I walk to the others.
“Get back in your kennel, Scott.” Suki snaps at him as she walks past.
“What’s up, sugar? Is it because I’ve not let you have a taste of this fine body?”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t care for the flavour of mutt.” She gestures to a corner of the restaurant. “They’re all sat over there and I’ve told my cousin, next time can he arrange to go out when I’m not working so I can join in the fun instead of serving it up.”
“The only fun you can serve up is a fun-ghi pizza.” Scott says snidely as he brings drinks to the table.
“What is going on with you two?” I ask Suki.
“He’s a dickhead manwhore. Can’t be doing with his type who think they’re God’s gift. And he can’t understand why I’m not falling for his so-called charms.”
I decide I might have to mention to Jenson about checking the rota so these two aren’t on the same shifts too often.
I end up having a great evening once more and I’m more than a little merry when I reach my house but I change my mind and walk up the path instead into Jenson’s. I crawl beneath his sheets and pull his pillow to my nose breathing him in deep. God, I miss him so much. Does he feel the same way? I need to know. I decide that when he comes home I’m going to tell him how I feel and see if the feeling is reciprocated. Then I can try to find somewhere local to live. I fall asleep and dream happy thoughts of living in Jenson’s house and being Amelia’s stepmum.
Of course once I’m sober the next morning I lay wondering what the hell I was thinking letting myself into my lover’s house and sleeping in his bed like frikking Goldilocks. What a nutjob. However, while I don’t have much to do today, I decide to strip the bedding off and wash it and do a few household chores so Jenson can come back to a clean and tidy home. Tidying Amelia’s room, I spot a photo frame lying on its side at the back of her desk. Picking it up I gasp as I see Jenson standing next to a tall brunette. A baby Amelia is in his arms. The
brunette is giving her all to the camera. The ex-wife.
She’s extremely attractive on the outside, I’ll give her that. Insane feelings of jealousy burn through me and I become increasingly annoyed that she had Jenson and Amelia, a gorgeous family, and she left them.
There are two sides to every story. I remind myself. You don’t know why she left. I mean what would cause a woman to leave her own child?
For the first time, I get a slight pang of doubt. I really don’t know Jenson that well. What will he think to me tidying his house, being around his things? Yes, he left me a key but not for snooping. I put the photo back exactly as I found it and I take the bedding with me back home.
When Sunday morning comes around, I head straight for the local supermarket where I grab a copy of The Sunday Times. With the paper spread across my countertop I drink a hot coffee and read the amazing review of InHale and the interview with the ‘charismatic’ owner. There’s an accompanying photograph of Jenson. The black and white shot shows the shadows under his cheekbones, the intensity of his gaze. He’s a beautiful man. I decide to try and make my own version of a chilli sauce so that when they get home this evening I have something for us all to eat. It occupies my time.
Though Jenson sent an ‘arrived safely’ text, I’d asked him not to text me often, but to take lots of photos and to focus on having the most amazing time with Amelia while they were away.
It’s six pm when my phone dings.
Delayed at Charles de Gaulle. ETA unknown.
Disappointed, I sit back on the sofa and try to distract myself with the television although I feel like I’m watching the clock tick second by second, just waiting for another message.
It’s dark outside when I remember I haven’t put the bedding back on Jenson’s bed and that it’s still on the line in my garden. I dash outside and feel it, glad it’s yet to get that damp horrible feel of an evening when the sun has gone. Throwing the pegs down on the countertop I rush next door, remake the beds and then I open a few windows a little to let some fresh air into the too warm house.
