Elated, I pushed open the door of my room, and accidentally slamming it shut behind me, I slumped onto my bed still dressed in my short black dress. I hitched it up around my waist exposing my panties and then I dipped my fingers under the edge of them until I could feel my slick warmth. I was so wet! I thought about what I’d seen at the club and then I thought about my kiss with Henry. In my mind Henry was in one of the rooms at the club and I was there too. He kissed me deeply and then his hand went inside my pants and he strummed my clit. My juices poured for him. I wanted him in me so goddamn badly. I quickly pulled off my panties and threw them off the bed and then I widened my legs apart, returning my fingers to my pussy and my brain to my fantasy. Back in my imagination, I lowered Henry’s pants and removed his boxers and took in the sight of his impressive cock. Then as I laid back against the bed in one of the rooms at Club S, he had lined his cock up against my entrance and thrust inside me. Back in my room, I thrust two fingers inside myself from one hand while my thumb brushed against my clit and I imagined he was fucking me.
“Oh my God, yes. Yes.”
And I came, wave after glorious wave coursing through my body, resulting in me feeling so relaxed I fell asleep with one last thought in my mind.
Could Henry Carter be the one who I actually managed to have sex with?
As the sun streamed through my opened curtains, I woke and almost hissed. Oh my God, my head! I looked down at myself, taking in the dress around my waist and my bare pussy, and I flushed with embarrassment. What on earth was happening to me? Did I have no shame? I looked at my bedside alarm clock - six-fifteen am. My alarm was due to go off in five minutes time. Oh please no. Having decided that a shower, plus coffee, was the answer, I slowly shuffled myself out of bed and padded over to my en-suite where I set the temperature to a pleasant heat and once under the faucet, turned it up even hotter so it soothed my body. I had the jets trained on the back of my neck trying to alleviate the tension that was there every time I thought about the fact that Henry and I had kissed. If I went for my breakfast at this time, there was a large chance I’d see him. Maybe I’d be better staying in my room until the coast was clear? However, once I was out of the shower and dressed, and had towel dried my hair, my need for coffee was huge. I walked down to the kitchen and winced once again as my eyes were assaulted by the sunny day.
Mary turned to me and laughed.
“Looks like someone had a good night?” She poured me a large mug of fresh coffee and handed it to me, first adding a splash of cold water so I could start drinking it immediately. I took a gulp. My mouth wanted to scream hallelujah at the liquid refreshment that was lubricating my throat.
“I went out for dinner with a colleague and we drank rather too much wine. We went onto a club and there he had a membership where drinks were inclusive. Mary, I’ve never drunk so much in my life.”
She chuckled. “And was this colleague handsome?”
“Yes, but he’s not for me.” I scrunched up my nose. I looked around the kitchen. “Henry not up yet?”
“Henry left at six this morning as I was just arriving.” Mary answered, and I knew my face was wracked with disappointment and unease. I’d not expected him to do that, and so I didn’t have a chance to put my game face on.
“His face looked like thunder and when I asked him if everything was alright, he said he needed to be in the office early as he had an appointment with Aidan Hall and needed to prepare for it.”
Oh shit.
“But now I’ve seen your face, I can see there’s obviously something that’s happened that I’m not privy too. Is Henry in any trouble?”
I noted how she had started calling him Henry of late and how Henry hadn’t corrected her. Then I saw she was staring at me and waiting for an answer to her question.
I sighed. A girl needed someone to talk to and Mary was turning out to be a good listener and adviser.
“You aren’t allowed to say anything.”
“My lips are sealed.” Mary mimed the motion of pulling a zip across her mouth, and then her face launched into a look like she had all the inside gossip on the Kardashian/Jenners.
“So the man I went to dinner with last night...”
“Was Aidan Hall?” She interrupted.
“Yes.”
She squealed. “Now it all makes sense. That’s why Henry is so pissed. He’s jealous.”
“I don’t know.” I replied. “But last night when I arrived home, he kissed me.”
Mary’s mouth fell open, “He did?”
I nodded. “Yes, but then he said it was a huge mistake and basically closed his door in my face.”
Mary looked thoughtful. “I should imagine he’s feeling all kinds of guilt, especially as he was married to your sister. He’ll also be wondering what your family would think if they found out.”
I shrugged. “They loved Henry. I’d like to think that after the shock had settled they’d accept it.”
“So you’ve thought about a future with him?”
“Not with any seriousness. I never actually thought something would happen between us. I just thought I’d meet someone else and live happily ever after with them one day. That I’d get my own Prince Henry but it wouldn’t be Henry, if you get what I’m saying.” I sighed.
“But you came here to see if there was a possibility?”
“I guess so,” I confessed. “Deep down inside I can’t deny it was an idea.”
“Well, I guess my advice is that you’re going to have to be patient.” She offered. “The fact he left early to go charging to deal with your dinner date is encouraging.”
“Shit, Aidan! I’d better send him a warning text,” I said.
“You’ll need this, then?” Mary met my look of confusion with her hand, waving my purse in my face.
“Where did I leave that?”
“Middle of the hallway, along with your shoes.”
“Jesus, I really did have a good night.”
I took out my cell and fired a quick message to Aidan.
Amelia: Henry knows we went for dinner, but that’s all. He left in a temper, apparently.
A text came back within a minute.
Aidan: I can handle Henry Carter. Been doing it for years. I think I should call at your office for coffee afterward and we should record his reaction on our cell phones.
Amelia: You are so evil. Be careful!
I put my cell back in my purse and drank down the rest of my coffee.
“God, that feels so much better. I don’t know what I would do without you, Mary.”
“Bacon sandwich to go?”
“Actually I think it’s you I love,” I told her and then we both gasped.
What the hell had I just said?
“And on that rather embarrassing note, I’ll go fix my hair and make up.” I jumped down off my stool and practically ran to my room.
Love?
I loved him?
Impossible. I hardly knew him. It was infatuation, pure and simple.
But maybe it could lead to love.
I decided that I’d had enough of acting like a lovesick teenager and I had a job to get to. It was time to kick some ass in the world of property.
Having eaten a bacon sandwich in the car before I drove to work, by the time I got to the office and passed Jessica, the salt had made my mouth like the Sahara desert.
“I need coffee, stat!” I begged her.
“Coming right up.” She grabbed her purse.
When she returned, she brought in two cups and I looked at her strangely. “Do I have an appointment this morning?”
“No, just a hangover, and so I thought one cup might not be enough.”
“You are the best assistant I ever had.” I told her.
“I am indeed an amazing assistant.” She agreed. “Are you ready for your messages?”
“Fire away.”
“So, the property you are going to visit at one pm is now with Green’s Realtors.”
“Ooh,
gossip there?”
“Well it was with Simpson’s until this morning, and then all of a sudden there was a change, so someone wasn’t happy.”
“So, who am I meeting now?” I asked.
“A realtor called Tiffany Bailey. She’s lovely. I’ve spoken to her many a time on the phone. You’ll have to tell me what she’s like in real life.”
“I will do.” I smiled.
Jessica ran through the rest of my messages.
“Thanks so much, Jessica. Anything else?” I asked before she left the room.
“I don’t know what happened with Mr. Carter and Mr. Hall first thing, but Mr. Hall left saying that Mr. Carter needed to get his head out of his ass so he could stop talking shit and see what was in front of him.” She bit her lip, obviously unsure if she should have shared.
“Oooh, I like it. Boy fight. Maybe next time they could mud wrestle?” I winked.
Chapter 8
Henry
Lust.
Guilt.
Frustration.
Temptation.
Confusion.
I didn’t get even five minutes of sleep. Exhaustion wanted to take hold of my body, but my whirling brain wouldn’t allow it. Eventually I gave up and worked from my laptop. Figured I might as well achieve something and attempt to distract myself at the same time.
I fucking kissed her.
Totally crossed a line.
And what the hell was Aidan playing at? I told him to leave her alone. So, he takes her out to dinner?
When 5am hit, I slipped out of the house and hit the gym, stretching and pushing my body and finishing with a cold shower. Adrenaline now pumped through my veins and I hoped it would see me through the day. I went back to the apartment and fixed myself a large coffee, then grabbed everything I needed for work.
I was just headed on my way out of the door when I heard a key and Mary pushed the door open. She startled.
“Oh, my, Henry. You made me jump.”
Henry? She’d started calling me Henry a few days ago. Things were changing way too fast for me right now. I needed to escape.
“Sorry, Mary. I gotta run. Busy day ahead.”
“It must be if you’re setting off this early. Do you not have time for a quick breakfast, or have you already eaten?” Her brows knitted together with a look of concern.
“Grabbed a coffee, but I have an early meeting with Aidan Hall, so I need to move my ass. I’ll get Ashley to get us some breakfast, as I doubt he’ll have eaten either.”
“You men need to look after yourselves better. You’ll be sending yourselves into an early grave.” She said. Then she looked at me, guiltily. Christ, everything came down to me being a widower. The tragic man who lost his wife young.
And who’s to blame for that? My inner voice chastised me.
“I’ll be back before you leave,” I promised Mary, for reasons I didn’t know.
She nodded, wished me a good day and then I was out the door.
Aiden walked into the office cool as fuck.
“Morning, bro. How’s the corporate world?”
“Yeah, fuck that. What are you playing at with Amelia?”
Aidan had the audacity to smirk. “Why, H, you’re very overprotective about your employee.” He emphasized the word employee. “Sure there’s not another reason why you’re banning me from pursuing her?”
“She’s like family.”
“Stop bullshitting us both, H. You like her. It’s written all over your face. You look like you want to tear me limb from limb and I only took her out on a business dinner. This has nothing to do with her working for you, or her being any kind of family. The way I see it, you want her and she wants you. So what’s the fucking problem? Live your life, H. Date the girl, fuck the girl. Go and do it before someone beats you to it.”
“You’re way out of fucking line.”
“Someone’s got to be. I spoke to her. She might be twenty-three but she’s naive, innocent. She’s working in the world of billionaires; you think one of them isn’t going to take a shine, an interest, in the hot, young, blonde? Get over yourself. You’ve played the suffering widower card long enough. We’ve all had shit in our life, H. All of us. My brother died when I was fourteen.”
My mouth drops open.
“Yeah, you didn’t know that. Motorcycle accident. First thing I did, learned to ride a fucking bike when I was old enough to say fuck you to the universe. Can’t say my mom was thrilled but she said, and I quote, ‘Honey, when the Lord decides it’s your time, he’s going to take you if you’re on a motorbike or a fluffy cloud of cotton wool.” I see a tic beat in his taut jaw. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Aidan this pissed.
“If there is a God up there, he must be pissed with you right now, wasting your precious life. Now I’m telling you, man. Make a move on that woman if you want to, and if not, back off, because she can date who she chooses to date. It has nothing to do with you. You aren’t family. You were married to her sister and barely knew the girl herself. Now are you getting us some coffee and breakfast so we can talk business or do I need to come over there and beat the shit out of you first?”
I sat back in my chair and buzzed through to reception.
“Coffees and a breakfast selection please.”
“Coming right up, Mr Carter.”
I leaned back in my chair.
“I kissed Amelia last night.” I confessed.
“You did what? Why didn’t you say so in the first place? I wouldn’t have made my speech if I’d known you’d already made a move.”
“I told her it was a mistake, and I went back to my room.”
Aidan places his head in his hands. “You fucked up.”
“I was confused. This is all so new to me. I’ve had no proper relationships since Veronica. Just the acquaintances at the club and whatever the hell you’d class the three-way with Tiffany and Brandon as.”
“Well, I personally would class it as you were almost ready to date again but then you wimped out and added Brandon to the mix. Of course, she then went on to fall madly in love with Brandon and you got kicked to the curb.”
“Maybe.”
“What if she hadn’t been interested in Brandon? What if she’d only wanted to see you?”
“I’d have ended it. I was fond of her but it wasn’t love.”
“And are you fond of Amelia?”
“I’m confused as fuck about Amelia. I feel like I’ve known her forever, and she’s changing things. Everywhere she goes, something about my life changes. People are calling me fucking Henry. I’m starting to become approachable and I’ve even smiled at people. I’m becoming a pussy.”
“Or you’re finally starting to live life again? Look no one is putting a time pressure on you. See where things go with Amelia. Start out as friends if you need to. Just don’t hurt her. Like I say, she’s innocent, very innocent.”
There’s something about the way he says that word that sets alarm bells ringing in my head.
“What are you getting at?”
He sighed. “She asked me not to say anything so don’t you dare fucking say this came from me.”
“Spill.”
“She’s a virgin.”
A knock comes on the door and the receptionist enters with our drinks and breakfast before leaving us in peace. It gave me the few minutes I needed to be able to breathe again.
“She’s twenty-three.”
“She says she’s never been relaxed enough to go the whole way.”
“And how the ever loving fuck did this come up in conversation? Were you trying to make a move on her?”
“How many more times? I’m not trying to make a move on Amelia. We were chatting. We get on well. As friends.” He says those last two words to me slowly. “And I intend to stay her friend so you can quit with your macho posturing. Anyway, you need to apologize to the woman for last night. God only knows what a state she’s in this morning. Where is she anyway?”
I type into my electro
nic diary and tap over onto Amelia’s calendar.
“She’s checking out a new condo development. Oh, fuck.”
“What?”
“The realtor changed. She’s meeting Tiffany.”
Chapter 9
Amelia
I was out at a new development in Manhattan that Henry wanted to purchase and turn around for a huge profit. The place was still being built, so I had arranged to meet the Realtor, Tiffany, at a nearby coffee shop.
I arrived and looked around, spotting a small, pretty blonde-haired woman near the counter. She turned to me and smiled and I realized she was expecting a baby. “Amelia?” She asked.
“Yes.” I replied, and we shook hands.
“What would you like? My treat. Just please don’t tell my gym instructor husband that I ate both a cookie and a donut.”
I laughed. I liked her already.
“I promise. Two goodies sounds great. I’ll copy you, if that’s okay? I had a late night. I need plenty of coffee this morning.”
She placed our orders, and we went and took a seat each at a table by the window.
“Are you in a rush or shall we enjoy our coffees first, and then I’ll go through the particulars with you and then show you around?”
“That sounds great. I’m in no rush to get back to the office.” This was true. I was in no rush to bump into Henry any time soon. I had to face up to the fact that he may want me to move out of the apartment now, even quit my job. Goddamn it. What the fuck was I going to do if we’d messed everything up.
“You look like you’ve a lot on your mind there, girl. You okay?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, “It’s nothing important.”
“Man trouble. I can smell it a mile off.” She smiled. “I used to share an apartment with two other women, I’ve seen that face so many times, on my own reflection and on my roommates’.”
“Mine is a lack of man trouble.” I giggled.
“Oh, I suffered from that in the past too. Or they were complete dicks.”
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