“Jay,” Lucas greeted with a smile as he turned to look at me over his shoulder. “Come in, Beatrice is just going through what she needs the software to cover.”
Beatrice turned her head to look at me. My dick shot to life, my balls crying out with need. “Well hi there,” I grinned at the beauty from Pulse a couple of weeks back.
Her brows shot up, disappearing into her blonde fringe as her jaw dropped. “Mr Sex!”
My own brows lifted as Lucas turned to gawp at her. Blushing madly, she coughed and smiled awkwardly, “Uhh... That is… well what I meant was… I --- missed… the sex?”
If she wasn’t so adorable I’d have considered her a little crazy. Lucas burst into laughter then snapped his mouth closed when Beatrice glared at him. “Right okay,” he coughed, “back to work.”
Waving me over he gestured to the paper on the table. Sliding between Beatrice and Lucas, I only just managed to hold back a moan when her subtle floral scent made my gut clench and my balls shrivel. Scanning what she wanted, I nodded and tipped my face her way, giving her a grin. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
She smiled – sort of, and nodded. “It will be easier to keep track of everyone’s planned holidays and lieu days. It’s becoming a bit of a problem for my staff.”
“Your staff?”
She frowned as though I was stupid. “Yeah, my workforce. You know, people who I manage all the way down in personnel on the first floor.”
“Oh,” I grinned harder. “You’re head of personnel.”
“Uh-huh,” she murmured as she turned to leave. Her massive pin thin heels seemed to give her a slight problem when her ankle folded and she tipped sideways, her hand snatching hold of the doorframe to support her. Straightening her shoulders and refusing to turn around, she coughed and wiped at something that appeared to be stuck to the front of her tight pin-striped skirt, then she walked slowly out.
Suddenly, I had an incentive to come into NSC more often. Previously, I had pushed off my dad’s proposal that I should take the job as head of security and had only been working part-time beside Lucas Hunt in the tech department. Yet now, now it didn’t seem so unappealing.
At all.
Chapter 3
Bea
I glared at Mia. She pursed her lips and tipped me a wink. “Oh yeah,” she said to Dylan, the youngest of my five brothers, and smiled at Ollie when he passed her another hotdog from the barbeque he was currently in charge of. Oliver, Jack and Noah were older than me and Alex and Dylan were younger. However, they all acted like my bloody minders and at times their careful watch got a little too much.
“Yeah?” Dylan said, narrowing his eyes on me.
“I am entitled to a holiday, you know!” I retorted.
“You are,” he agreed. “But not on your own, Bea.”
I glared at him. “I’m twenty six, not eight!”
“Don’t care,” Jack butt in as he thrust a beer in my hand. “Not on your own Bea.”
“Bloody hell!” I grumbled and turned to Ollie. As the eldest sibling, at forty two, he had taken on us all when my parents had died during a skiing accident when I was ten. We all looked up to him and as much as he drove us all nuts, we respected him for the endless love and care he had given us, stepping into parent mode without a second thought. But I supposed we all did it for family. “Ollie, come on!”
He sighed and blew out a breath. “Where are you going?”
“Italy,” I revealed quietly.
“No!”
“Ollie!”
“No way are you slapping yourself bang in the middle of the Italians. The men will eat you alive!”
“Oh come on! I’m quite capable of looking after myself. I actually live on my own. I shop and pay my own bills. I can even wipe my own arse you know!”
Ollie’s face hardened as he shook it from side to side. “Why don’t you go to Cornwall, or Wales is nice.”
My jaw dropped. Even Mia’s eyes widened. “What?”
Ollie shrugged. “You go to Italy, you go with one of us.”
“Arseholes,” I muttered under my breath as I glared at Mia.
Sidling over to me, she grimaced. “I’m sorry, I really thought they’d give you grief. I didn’t expect them to stop you going.”
“Three years I’ve been saving for this!” I hissed at her. “And one word from you and all my hard work is down the drain.”
“Bea!” she shouted as I stormed inside Ollie’s house.
“Hey,” Pauline, Ollie’s wife, smiled sympathetically. “You okay?”
Huffing, I opened the freezer and took out the bottle of vodka Ollie always stored in there. Pauline handed me two glasses and I poured a shot in each. “To freedom,” she winked.
“I’m going, Paul, they’re not stopping me.”
“This will be fun,” she chuckled, knowing exactly how Ollie and my brothers were with me. “To a try at freedom,” Pauline laughed as she poured me another shot.
“I’m going!” I confirmed.
And damn it, I was.
***
Giggling at myself, I fell face down on my bed and groaned as the softness embraced me. I’d had far too much to drink, again. Noah had drove me home and planted my feet firmly in my bedroom, kissed my head then left.
The ceiling spun around and around when I rolled onto my back. The lightshade appeared to be dancing with me. “I’m going to Rome,” I told it as I pointed a finger in the completely wrong direction. “It is booked and…” I swallowed back the need to vomit. “…and it’s paid for, Light. So this girl…” I stabbed myself in the chest – or some region near my chest. “…this girl is going!”
Rolling over, I grabbed at my phone when it rang, my stupid fingers sending it scuttling across the room where it plopped heavily by the door.
“Oopsie,” I giggled as I clambered off the bed and crawled across the floor.
“Hola!” I hailed into the phone when I slid my finger across the display.
“Bea?”
I frowned at the unfamiliar voice. “That’s me!”
“Hey,” the man’s soft voice came back at me.
“Okay, I need a name.”
Silence greeted me for a second. “It’s Robbie.”
“Robbie?”
“Robbie Grant,” he sighed, “from work.”
“Oh Robbie. Hi,” I finally acknowledged.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“You sound… different.”
“Do I?” I laughed. “That’s because I’m currently drowning in vodka, Robbie.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Yes. Did you ring for a specific reason? I handed the complete contract to Mr Carter. He gave it the go ahead.”
“Oh,” he cut in quickly. “I’m not actually ringing about work.”
I blinked. “Then why are you ringing me?”
“Umm.”
I pressed the phone to my ear when he went quiet. “Are you still there?”
“Yep, sorry. Uhh, I wondered if you’d… if you’d go out to dinner with me one day this week.”
I barked out a laugh. Then cringed. “Sorry,” I coughed, “The light winked at me. Uhh, I appreciate the offer, Robbie but I work with you.”
“And?”
“Well, don’t you find it a bit much, working with someone and going out to dinner with them? It’s like being glued together.”
“Not really.” His voice was quiet again.
“Well I do,” I told him. “See you tomorrow Rob.”
Ending the call, I flung the phone to one side and snuggled into the rug. It was actually quite soft and snug. Shrugging, I grabbed the edge and rolled over, the rug binding me inside it like a cocoon. I grinned at Light. “Result!”
He smiled back and whispered goodnight as I shut my eyes and slept. Heavily.
So heavily, I was late for work the next morning.
Chapter 4
&n
bsp; Jay
I glared at the guy currently sat in the chair behind the desk. Pulling the door back open, I took another look at the name plate.
Beatrice Vine
“Thought so.” Turning back to the guy, I stared at him. “Beatrice?”
“She’s not in yet,” he glared back, his tone cool.
“Well unless she’s taken a serious dive, looks wise, I gathered.”
“Can I help you, Jay?” He sighed as if bored, his eyes regarding me with disgust.
“No, I want the organ grinder, not her monkey.”
His cheeks heated. This dick was so easy to wind up. “Well, I’m afraid Bea isn’t available. So you’ll have to deal with me.”
I didn’t miss the way he shortened Beatrice’s name as though they were friends. I also didn’t like the way my gut clenched at that thought. “And who are you exactly?”
“Robbie Grant, Bea’s assistant.”
“Bea’s assistant?” I repeated at the same time as Beatrice walked in behind me and echoed my words.
“Bea’s assistant?” She reiterated as she narrowed her eyes on Robbie.
Quickly shooting out of Beatrice’s chair, Robbie smiled guiltily and coughed. “Well I was filling in for you until you got in.”
I hadn’t taken my eyes off her since her delicious scent had curled around me. Her long blonde hair was pinned up, the elegant length of her neck captivating me. I shivered at the image of a leather collar binding her to the wall and making my cock suddenly pay attention.
“Mr Carter?”
I blinked at her. “Sorry, what?”
She stared at me for a moment. “Can I help you?”
For a moment I forgot what I was there for. “Oh, yeah. I have the software beta for you to take a look at.”
“Excellent.” She grinned at me then took to her chair.
Robbie was still stood staring at her. Beatrice lifted her gaze to him, and quirked a brow. “Anything else…”
“Robbie,” he spat when it was obvious she hadn’t a clue who he was.
Her eyes widened. “Oh that Robbie. Listen, sorry about last night. I was a little….”
I didn’t hear what else she said. All I heard was ‘last night’. My chest tightened and I bit into my bottom lip. If he’d been near her I would break his neck.
“No worries,” he mumbled. “I was a little drunk myself. Ignore what I said.”
She chuckled then nodded. “Alcohol, huh?”
“Hmm,” he agreed before he sloped away.
Beatrice logged into to her personal account on the NSC system then smiled up at me.
“Are you fucking him?”
She froze, her forehead making silly little lines as she stared at me in shock. I wanted to bite my own tongue off. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t care who she fucked.
“Fucking who?”
“Never mind.”
Ignoring her stare I went to squat beside her as I inserted the drive into the port and the program I’d written for her loaded up.
Finally taking her bewildered gaze from me she checked over the software. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”
I nodded. The way I was staring at her was becoming embarrassing but I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes from her. Her breasts were the perfect size, not too big but far from buds. Her slim waist opened out to soft hips and her short dress showed off her tight thighs perfectly. Her grey eyes pierced into my blue ones as she looked back at me.
“Is something wrong?” she asked as she lifted a hand to her face and felt for anything out of place.
“No,” I whispered, suddenly hypnotised by her. “Absolutely nothing.”
“I haven’t got muesli stuck to my lip have I?”
“No, sorry,” I blinked, making myself look away. “I was in another zone.”
She nodded and blew out a relieved breath. “Thank god,” she chuckled, the enchanting sound seeping inside me. “I thought I’d brought my breakfast to work with me then.”
I had to admit she was slightly crazy but I found it cute, her silly giggle and daft statements made me smile. She was also naïve. It didn’t take a genius to see that. My dick complained when we both knew she wasn’t what I required. She would never understand what I craved. Just looking at her I knew she was very inexperienced in bed, her soft expressions matching her gentle manner.
“If there’s a problem, let Lucas know.”
“Lucas?” she asked as I reopened the door. I needed to get away from her before I broke my own damn rules. “I thought you had written the program.”
“Yeah, but see Lucas for aftercare.”
Leaving her gawping after me when I couldn’t get away quick enough, I cursed myself under my breath and sloped back down to my own new office on the ground floor. I’d taken the position as head of security, stupidly to be closer to Beatrice. Now it seemed foolish and rash.
Making myself a coffee from the machine I sat behind my desk and blew out a breath. Jesus, my dick was still rock hard. I couldn’t figure out what it was about Beatrice Vine that made my cock decide it needed her. It didn’t need her at all. There were plenty of women out there who would fill the part of me that I hated. Yet, again, I shivered when all I could picture was Beatrice, bound and secured, her blood dripping down my ball sac as I took her hard and punishingly, her screams forcing the cum from me harder than ever before.
“Fuck!” I hissed. I was screwed. I needed to get laid.
***
Jenny’s tits wiggled deliciously when the palm of my hand struck her pale flesh, my strike causing the blood to surface just under her flawless skin. She mumbled something but the pussy she currently had her face buried in distorted her words. Sarah growled appreciatively when the action vibrated more pleasure through her.
When she figured I couldn’t understand her she looked down at me, her nose still squashed inside Sarah who was currently writhing around on top of Jenny’s face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I growled at her, not appreciating her fucking attitude, or her questioning my fucking abilities. “Don’t fucking talk!” I snapped as I bent over and tightened her restraints. I knew the unyielding fastenings would be digging into the flesh of her wrists but I didn’t care.
She narrowed her eyes on me but when I thrust deeper and jolted her body harshly within the strict belts, the pain on her face heightened my need, yet nothing was sating the damn need. I’d got two hot cunts in bed and all I could think of was how I wished it was Bea, Bea’s tits, Bea’s arse, Bea’s pussy. I was fucking doomed.
Jenny gasped but I thrust deeper, taking her complaint and fucking it hard. “Jay!” she squealed again. Her incessant moaning was doing my bloody head in.
“You know what!” I snarled as I pulled out of her and picked up my trousers. “Fuck it!
They both stared at me as though I’d lost my head – my hard on definitely. Although I’ll admit it hadn’t exactly been a rock, and it was because of that that I was being the asshole I couldn’t stand. I was angrier with myself yet they took the brunt of it as I flipped them both off and walked out.
Chapter 5
Bea
Looking up from the paperwork I’d been glued to all afternoon when Fran, my PA, walked into my office, I frowned at her. “What the hell’s going on?”
She shook her head and quickly shut the door, drowning out the ruckus from the other end of the department. “Something to do with Malik’s wife and his girlfriend.”
My eyes widened but I snorted. Malik had been screwing around ever since I’d worked at NSC. His girlfriend would turn up daily with his lunch. Looked like his wife had had the same idea.
“You see, this is why relationships are bad.”
Fran rolled her eyes. “Only if one of the couple is a dick and cheats.”
“They all cheat Fran. It’s a given.”
“No it’s really not,” she argued. “Tony and I have been together for eight years and he’s never dipped his wick any
where but in me.”
“That you know of,” I retorted, my eyes widening when I realised what I’d said.
Fran stared at me. “Why would you say that?”
“Shit Fran, I didn’t mean that. You know what my filter’s like.”
“What filter?”
“Exactly,” I answered back as I picked up my bag and slung the strap around my neck so I could carry the paperwork without my bag sliding off my shoulder and taking the files with it.
Opening the door, I stared at all the company’s security men rushing down the corridor. Fran called me back and I turned to look at her. “Are you going to the awards ceremony on Saturday?”
“Shit, is that this weekend. Oh god, do I have to?” I grumbled.
“There’s a free bar.”
“Of course I’m going,” I nodded firmly. “Been looking forward to it.”
Fran laughed and waved me off for my lunch.
Not realising my bag strap had caught on the door handle, I took a step out. I was yanked back with a force that lifted my feet off the ground but because of the short length, my back didn’t touch the floor. My bag became a hammock as my body swung precariously in mid-air.
And as if that wasn’t mortifying enough, Jay Carter stood in the corridor outside my door, staring at me with wide eyes.
“Hi,” I grinned as humiliation heated my cheeks. My strap snapped with my weight and my arse hit the floor with a heavy thud.
“Christ Bea,” Fran exclaimed as she rushed over to me. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I murmured, blushing furiously as I waved at Jay. “See, I always seem to be falling for you.”
He sucked in his lips, his eyes watering as he tried to control his hysterics. “And you swore you’d never be horizontal in my presence.” His eyes laughed as he crouched beside me and heaped up the scattered files as Fran helped me up off the floor - I would have preferred her to push me through it but life was a bitch.
Shaking my head in dismay, I sighed and straightened my dress. “I’ll try again.”
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