Temptation (The Temptation Series)

by K. M. Golland

  I entered the bathroom and the shower was of course a double, there were brand new bottles of Shampoo, Conditioner and Body wash in the showers’ caddy. Hhmm just what I use at home. No, he couldn’t possibly know what toiletries I use. That is just beyond creepy research, that is disturbing. I told myself to quiz him about this latter, as I was more than happy to put it down to co-incidence, because the alternative was unnerving.

  I hopped into the shower and welcomed the soothing hot water. Ahhh that’s so nice, would he notice if I just stayed in here all day? Of course he would Alexis; he is probably watching you now on CCTV. All of a sudden I looked up into every corner of the room. Don’t be stupid, that’s well and truly crossing the line. I couldn’t completely put it past him though, from what I’ve learnt about him so far, it could definitely be a possibility. No Alexis you’re an idiot, hurry up and wash your hair. I did just that, I washed the conditioner out of my hair and started to relax all over. I closed my eyes, I hate hangovers, they linger and linger and over stay their welcome. I must have had my eyes closed for a few minutes, because when I opened them he was standing directly in front of me and completely starkers, he pounced on my face and pressed me up against the shower wall, the chill from the tiles made me gasp.

  “Bryce No.”

  “Shut up Alexis.” Oh, Ok. I didn’t argue, I was so overwhelmed with sensation and having his extremely sexy hard and naked body up against my bare skin was disorientating. He spun me round and cupped my breasts; he was groaning into my ear and kissing my neck. I was already close to an orgasm, this felt so fucking exciting and hot, I was literally on fire and ready to combust, he trailed his hand down to my clitoris and took control of it instantly. I groaned back and completely lost myself in the moment, I spun around and grabbed the back of his head. Our kissing was so aggressive, like we each had to take control of each other’s mouths, he gripped my arse and lifted me up. I’ve always wanted to be lifted up like this in a shower. I yanked his head back, we stared silent for seconds both yearning for more and breathing hard. His eyes were so honest, I could see how much he wanted me, how much he had wanted this and how I could no longer say no to him, regardless of what it cost me. I was well and truly addicted to him. We resumed our passionate kissing, the intensity had eased ever so slightly though and now we were savouring the moment and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands, fingers, lips and tongues. The entrance to my pussy started to stretch as he entered me, it was exquisite and as he penetrated me further I couldn’t hold back anymore. I exploded with pleasure and fell back against the tap. Suddenly I felt a stream of cold water spray my body, I opened my eyes, it took me a moment to become aware of the explicit and highly forbidden daydream I had just concocted and endured. What the Fuck Alexis? I had actually masturbated and orgasmed in his guest room bathroom. You dirty little bitch. I let the cold water bath me, I needed it after what I’d just envisioned and subconsciously experienced. My body started to settle down to its original state, what is this man doing to me? And more importantly, what am I doing to myself?

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  I stared at myself in the vanity mirror, my cheeks were flushed, I couldn’t help but laugh, I had never in my wildest dreams, done anything like that before, apparently not anymore, you hussy. The Alexis looking back at me in the mirror was sure of herself, maybe too sure, dressed immaculately in a black Burberry shirt dress with a gorgeous garter and stockings and I had even developed a knack for make-up, I was definitely changing and I could confidently say for the better. I bent down and opened the vanity cupboard, a hairdryer brilliant, I wasn’t really surprised; this was after all a penthouse apartment at City Towers. Also sitting in an elegant basket in the vanity were a number of perfume bottles, brand new and still in shrink wrap. I recognised a few and picked up Dolce and Gabbana, Rose The One, my favourite, what can I say I really do love roses. I perused the basket again and became aware that it was in fact full of my favourite perfumes. Tresor, Le Classique by JPG, Chanel No.5, Lady Million, Chloe, even White Musk from the Body Shop. This isn’t right, how does he know this? It’s not like it’s written on my resume, or plastered across my Facebook page. I had to get to the bottom of this creepy research once and for all, but firstly I needed to dry my hair and spritz myself with D&G.

  I cautiously came down his stairs, partly because I was still a learner in heels this high and partly because I had no idea where he was, I reached the bottom step just as he came out from the kitchen holding two plates, he stopped only momentarily then resumed his original course.

  “Breakfast is ready, Alexis, how was the shower?” Did he just smirk at me? Oh Holy Shit, he does have CCTV, he watched me, he fucking watched me. I was ready to take a dive from his balustrade.

  “Alexis, are you ok, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” He put the plates on the couch and rushed over to me.

  “What’s wrong? Please tell me?” He looked horrified.

  “Was the shower alright? It should’ve been fully equipped with everything you need.” He waited impatiently for my response. I was getting the feeling that maybe I’d jumped the gun and made the wrong assumption in regards to the CCTV but as I had him here squirming, I might as well utilise it.

  “The Toiletries, the Perfume? This is way past creepy, more like spine-chilling, stalker-like research.” He relaxed and very subtly murmured ‘Phew’. He could be so adorably cute sometimes.

  “Lucy.” Was all he said.

  “Lucy what?”

  “Lucy knew, that you would one day need to use the guest room, let’s just say the creepy or spine-chilling, stalker-like research as you put it, runs in the family.”

  “But how does she know?” Gee, there as bad as each other.

  “She rang and asked your daughter.” He went back to the couch picked up the plates and went out to the balcony, I called out after him and began my pursuit.

  “But you can’t do that, it’s an invasion of privacy, not to mention harassment and the taking advantage of a 6 year old with a big mouth.” I sat down at the table he had set up.

  “It’s what we do Ms Summers.” Oh Please! I rolled my eyes. Give it up Alexis, you aint gunna win this one. I surveyed the table, salmon and dill omelettes, orange juice, fresh berry salad with yogurt, there was also a hot white chocolate topped with none only than a marshmallow, it looked amazing and smelt incredible.

  “Eat Alexis, you need to build up your protein after a workout.” I’ve had a work out alright, just not the one you are referring to. I dug into the omelette, it was delicious.

  “Yum, I hope you pay your chefs more than me.” I scoffed down another mouthful, he chuckled. What, was I making a pig out of myself?

  “What’s so funny?” I know I wasn’t the most eloquent eater in the world, but surely I wasn’t laughable.

  “You could say that.”

  “Could say what?” I spoke with my mouth full. Ok scratch that last thought, I was laughable!

  “You could say that I pay the Chef more than you.”

  “Oh good, because he deserves it, this is wonderful.”

  “Thank you.” Ding, goes the light bulb!

  “You cooked this? Bryce you are sensational.” He grinned from ear to ear, he put is head down and continued eating. A blushing Billionaire, who would’ve thought!

  After breakfast, Bryce had me schedule his itinnery for the upcoming Tel V Awards which were to be held in the Queen Victoria Ballroom next Monday evening, this was very exciting for me as I enjoyed watching it on TV at home from my couch. Being the Australian equivalent to the Emmy Awards, everybody who’s anybody will be here in a weeks’ time. City Towers had hosted the prestigious event for many years and was highly renowned for its attention to detail, extremely high security protocol system and the fact that City Tower had 481 Rooms/Suites and 30 Villas, to host the VIP guests, that are the who’s who of Australian Television and from all over the world. I had spoken to Clarissa from Versace, lovely lady t
hat she is, she assured me Bryce’s Tuxedo would arrive in time for the event. He had meetings booked all weekend with numerous heads of department, Dale - Head of Security, Maria who was Head of House Keeping, Vincent - Head Chef in the Complex’s catering kitchen for large events, Joyce the Head Media Liaison Officer and I was in the midst of organising a meeting with Abigail. I picked up the phone and dialled her mobile.

  “Abigail, its Alexis, how are today?

  “Alexis sweetheart, I’m assuming this is a business call?” She was a clever cookie, I guess she had to be, in her role.

  “Yes, I need to schedule a meeting with you for Friday, in regards to the Tel V Awards. Mr Clark wants your overview delivered here preferably today so he can peruse it and then discuss with you at the meeting. As you can imagine, he has back to backs from Thursday onwards, but I have reserved a time slot for you at 9:30am.”

  “Certainly, I’m one step ahead of you, Samantha and Chelsea are on their way with the overview now.”

  “You’re one of a kind Abigail, thank you.” I hung up the phone. I miss her, I really could’ve learnt a lot from that wonderful lady. The elevator doors opened and Samantha bounced out, I still needed to get to the bottom of this thing with Gareth, he just gives me a bad vibe and I didn’t think Samantha had a clue what she could be getting herself into. A tall leggy blonde followed behind her. What is that Bitch doing here? It was licking lips lady.

  “Alexis, long time no see, are you snobbing me now that you are up here in the ‘Penthouse’?” She poked her bottom lip out and pouted at me.

  “Of course not Sweetie, actually I wanted to catch up for lunch sometime this week.”

  “Sounds good, listen have you met Chelsea? She has filled your position.” Are you shitting me? Chelsea stepped up to stand beside Samantha, she towered over me as I sat in my seat.

  “We haven’t met per se but I was witness to Alexis’ Self Defence skills this morning.” She was hopeless at trying to cover up her contempt for me with a smile.

  “Oh, that’s right, Mr Clark asked you to take the class so that you could promote it to guests. Do you know Self-Defence Alexis?”

  “No, Mr Clark apparently needed a Guinea Pig and chose me!” The door to Bryce’s office opened and he entered the foyer, it was Samantha who spoke first.

  “Good morning Mr Clark, here is the overview you requested from Abigail.” She went to hand it to him.

  “Thank you Samantha, but you can leave that with Alexis. Ah, Ms Hogan, can I have a moment in my office please.” She smiled sweetly at him.

  “Of course Mr Clark.” He motioned her towards his office and as she walked past he placed his hand at the small of her back and followed her in. I was literally fuming inside, I wanted to army roll across my desk, kick down the door, pounce on this Chelsea bitch and scratch her brown freakin eyes out. Then, I wanted to demonstrate to Bryce just what it would feel like if my Hammer-Punch had in fact connected with force to his groin this morning. Alexis, bury your WWE Alter Ego and get a grip.

  “Urgh, I hate her Alexis.” What? Samantha had dropped her head on my desk. Don’t worry Hun, I hate her too.

  “Why? What’s been happening?” I missed the interaction with her and Charlie, their gossip sessions were always amusing.

  “She thinks her shit don’t stink, just because Daddy owns a Helicopter Charter Company out in Essendon and she has a Pilot Licence and she is 6ft tall and can speak fluent French, Italian and Greek and Blah Blah Blah.” Her voice trailed off like a whinging toddler. Pilot Licence? I hate her unconditionally now.

  “Anyway, gotta go, we have so much to organise for the Tel V’s this week, it’s such a huge event, I had no idea. Did you know 4Life are performing and staying in one of the Villas? It’s going to be crazy!” 4Life were the hottest boy band in the world right now, this place was going to be swarming with hypersensitive teenage girls and Charlotte, OMG Charlotte is going to drive me crazy, she adored 4Life.

  “Ok Sam, lunch tomorrow?”

  “Yeah should be fine.”

  Shortly after Samantha left, Bryce buzzed my phone.

  “Alexis, can you have Sebastian bring up a bottle of the Chandon Rose, a Club Sandwich and a Crab Baguette, please.” Then he hung up. Fucking Crab Baguette, you can stick your Crab Baguette up your arse. I dialled Sebastian and placed the order. I was mad, but why? Bryce had done nothing wrong really, maybe it was just the fact that this Chelsea bitch was a cocky, little stuck up mole and was clearly making her moves on Bryce, then again, why should this make me mad? There’s not one single woman on this planet that wouldn’t want to make a move on him, I can’t really blame her, he was single. Was I jealous? I think I was, I think I was jealous of the fact that he had declared he wanted me and had made me cross a very strict line when we kissed and now he was just moving on to fresh meat, so yes, I was jealous and pissed off and rightly so. Should’ve added Peanut Butter to his bloody Club Sandwich. Sebastian pushed a food trolley out of the elevator.

  “Ms Summers, Mr Clark’s lunch request.”

  “Yes thank you Sebastian, I will take it from here.” He gave me a strange look and almost hesitated, poor thing, I must have broken protocol or something.

  “It’s fine Sebastian.” I gave him a reassuring look and got up to take the trolley from him.

  “Very well, good day Ms Summers.”

  Oh I liked him, he was so polite and sweet and I just wanted to give him a hug and tell him his mother would be proud! When he had left the foyer, I pushed the trolley to the door of Bryce’s office, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored panelling on the wall. I let my hair down and it fell nicely in waves across my back, my breasts however were conservatively covered up, so, I unbuttoned the top of the dress to reveal just a small section of my red lace bra. Being a shirt dress, I could also unbutton the bottom to allow a split which slightly exposed the lace atop my stockings when I knelt. Right let us see how this settles with him. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, he didn’t answer right away which only added fuel to my fire.

  “Yes.”

  I opened the door and pushed the trolley through, Bryce and Chelsea were seated opposite each other at the lounge where we had shared our first lunch together, he’s eyes widened as I closed the door behind me.

  “Your lunch Mr Clark, where would you like it?” Chelsea had her back to me and had not looked around. Smug Bitch. Bryce ran his hand through his hair giving away that my small adjustments had in fact been noticed.

  “Just down here thank you Alexis.” I pushed the trolley towards him and stopped it right next Chelsea, so that it was in between her and I, from the moment I walked in Bryce had not taken his eyes off of me. Whatever it is you wanted to achieve Alexis, I think it’s working girl. I knelt down beside the trolley to retrieve the Bottle of Chandon revealing the top of my stockings, he fidgeted in his seat and uncrossed the leg he had rested on the other, I leant over to place it on the coffee table; this little manoeuvre exposed just enough of my bra which in turn made him cross the other leg over. I stood back up and was about to produce their plates when Bryce cleared his throat.

  “Thank you Alexis.”

  I turned to leave and flashed a triumphant expression. Yes, let this be a warning to you Mr Clark. Don’t Fuck around with me. I continued my revolve and walked to the door making sure my arse shook the absolute shit out of him and not once during my display, did I acknowledge that Chelsea was even in the room with us.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I closed his door behind me and leant back against it, that felt so good but it also felt childish and what moments of satisfaction I had just achieved had left me. What am I doing? I am above this shit. I decided I would take lunch myself and tie up a few loose ends which I would normally do from my desk, in person. I forwarded all calls to my mobile and got the hell out of there.

  I managed to spend most of the afternoon out of the office, I thought I was home free when my phone rang, it was Bryce. Ah crap.

/>   “Yes Mr Clark.”

  “Alexis, where are you?” You tell me, stalker!

  “I’m with Chris from Marketing.”

  “When you’re done I’d like to see you in my office.” Shit.

  “We are nearly done here.” I hung up. Who does he think he is? Yes he’s my boss but he doesn’t have any claims on me what so ever and after his cute display earlier today with Chelsea he had no right to have such a possessive tone with me, I’m not a toy and more importantly, I’m not his toy. Chris and I quickly finished up with our discussions on marketing the ‘Family Friendly’ rooms at the Promenade, he was very nice and seemed quite interested in my point of view as a Mother, I guess that was the point though.

  “Thank you Alexis, you’re insight has been a great help. I’ll run a few of these ideas through an advertising submission and will contact you shortly to discuss with Mr Clark.”

  “Great, thanks Chris I look forward to it.” I got up and inevitably made my way up to the Lion’s Den.

  In the lift, I pinned my hair back up and double checked all buttons were fastened, I was not going to make a point by teasing him like that again. If he wanted to be the rich, playful bachelor that he was, that was his business and none of mine. I have a husband that I love and who loves me in return and I was more than happy with that. The doors opened and I headed straight for my desk, before I had even gotten half way there, he was out of his office and in the foyer.

  “Alexis, a word please.” Hold ya horses. He seemed angry. Shit, I’m in trouble. I’ve really pissed him off. I diverted from my desk past him and into his office. You know what Bryce? Bring it on, I’m sick of these games as well. I put my bag on the coffee table but didn’t sit.