More Than a Fling?

by Joss Wood

  ‘It is—you know it is,’ Ally retorted. ‘And I would, except that... Hell.’

  She stared off into space and Ross waited, knowing that she would capitulate eventually. Not only because the campaign was important but also because she wanted to take last night’s...experiment...to its logical conclusion.

  ‘Okay, I’ll temporarily move to Cape Town. Anything else?’

  Ross wanted to suggest that she pick up five kilos before she returned, and tell her that he didn’t want to see any raccoon rings around her eyes, but he thought that he might be inviting a slap.

  ‘No.’

  ‘I really have to go.’

  Was that regret he heard in her voice or just wishful thinking? He wished he could tell.

  ‘Yeah. I’m sorry I can’t take you to the airport but I have a meeting in fifteen.’ Ross held the door to his office open and waited for her to walk through. ‘I’ll walk you down.’

  ‘Thank you.’

  Why did his heart feel so heavy at the thought of her going? What was wrong with him? Women passed in and out of his life all the time and he never thought twice about it, but he felt hollow thinking that Ally was another of those passing ships. Get a grip, Bennett. She’ll be back in a few weeks.

  ‘What time is your flight?’ Ross asked guiding her along the side of the downstairs offices—ignoring the speculating glances of his staff—to the front door.

  ‘This afternoon,’ Ally said, pulling her sunglasses out of her bag as they stepped into the hot sunshine.

  The taxi was parked a couple of feet away, ready and waiting to take her away from him. Ross grabbed her elbow to hold her still and she slowly turned to look at him, tipping her head back to look into his face. ‘It’s been...interesting.’

  Ally’s sexy mouth quirked as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. ‘That’s one way of putting it.’ She reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek, holding her face against his for a moment as if to soak in his smell. ‘Bye, Ross.’

  Ross touched her face again. ‘Bye, Jones. See you in a couple of weeks, okay?’

  Ally managed a small smile and they walked over to the taxi. Ross opened the back door and waited until she was inside before slamming it shut. The taxi pulled away and Ross watched it turn the corner and disappear out of sight.

  Ross shoved his fist into his sternum, like Ally often did, and turned to go back into his building.

  She was breathtaking, in a fist to the solar plexus kind of way. Not good, he thought. But he had a couple of weeks to wrap his head around that. Because he had no intention of letting her become important.

  No intention at all.

  SIX

  Ally looked out of her window into the pouring rain and leaned back in her office chair. A few days ago she’d been swimming in the Indian Ocean and riding on the back of Ross’s bike in the hot, hot African sunshine and she missed it.

  She missed him. Which was ridiculous, since she hardly knew the guy. But the reality was that her life, never a carnival, had seemed a little more monochromatic since she’d returned from Cape Town, her mood a little bleaker. And, although she knew there was no point, she kept checking her e-mail to see if maybe—possibly—miraculously—an e-mail from him would pop into her inbox... Just a Hello, how are you doing? Anything to let her know that he was thinking of her as much as she was thinking of him.

  She couldn’t even find anything to e-mail him directly about—and she’d tried. Legal was dealing with the contracts, and nothing was settled yet with regard to the adverts themselves. The Bellechier stylist had e-mailed him to get his clothing and shoe sizes, so there was nothing she could use as an excuse to make contact.

  Damn.

  She was behaving like a teenager, wishing and projecting like this. Realistically she knew that Ross hadn’t given her—Ally Jones, not the campaign—another thought since she’d left RBM in that taxi; why should he? He had a busy life that she wasn’t a part of.

  Ally cursed softly at the knock on her door and, seeing Sabine behind the glass panel next to the door, nodded for her to come in. She stood up and met her foster mother as she entered the room, kissing her on both cheeks and accepting a quick hug.

  Sabine sat down and crossed her still lovely legs. ‘I came to see if I can take you to lunch.’

  Ally gestured to the piles of paper on her desk. ‘I’d love to but I have so much to do.’

  ‘You always do.’ Sabine cocked her head. ‘How are the arrangements coming along for the campaign?’

  Ally wrinkled her nose. ‘Fine. The ad company sent through their storyboards earlier and they are wonderful. Ross will be...is...utterly perfect... I mean they’ve done a good job.’

  ‘“Utterly perfect”? That’s an interesting choice of words.’ Sabine’s lips twitched.

  Ally lifted her head at another knock on her door and her assistant shoved her head inside.

  ‘Hey, Francine. What’s up?’ she asked in French.

  ‘I have something for you.’

  Ally gasped as she saw the huge bouquet of purple and blue flowers in Francine’s arms.

  Francine tottered over to her desk and handed her the card. ‘Afrique du Sud.’

  Ally resisted the urge to rip open the envelope, her heart thumping. There was only one person she knew in South Africa... Wow, this was better than any e-mail.

  Sabine peered at the blooms as Ally took the bouquet from Francine, reverently touching the petals as if she’d never seen flowers before.

  ‘Do you know what flowers they are?’ she asked Sabine.

  Sabine nodded and pointed. ‘Blue orchids, anemones, hydrangeas, sweet peas, delphinium and Bachelor’s Button. Dear Lord, it is beautiful. From whom, ma petite?’

  Ally placed the card on the desk and handed the flowers back to Francine. ‘Can you find a vase for me and bring them back?’

  ‘Sure.’ Francine took the bunch and hopped from foot to foot, hoping to hear the answer to Sabine’s question.

  Ally knew that if she exhibited the smallest bit of curiosity Francine would pepper her with questions. Her assistant had no concept of boundaries and tact. Then again, neither did Sabine.

  ‘Thanks, Francine,’ Ally told her assistant, and grinned at her obvious frustration.

  Sabine just crossed her legs and looked inquisitive. Ally wouldn’t be able to dismiss her as easily.

  She sighed, knowing that Sabine would out-stubborn her. ‘They are from Ross.’

  ‘Ah...that’s quite a gesture from someone you’ve just met.’

  ‘I... He’s...’ Ally bit the inside of her lip and stared at her desk. She wished she was one of those women who could just open up, spill what she was thinking. She knew that Sabine wished she was too.

  ‘Talk to me, darling. Please.’

  Okay, maybe she could try. Just this once...

  She presumed that Sabine knew that she wasn’t a virgin, although she’d never brought a man home. Around the time that she’d felt she could take one home, they had all—to a man—dumped her because they were tired of playing second fiddle to her work.

  Ally licked her lips. ‘We had a very hot encounter...’

  Sabine’s thin eyebrows lifted. ‘Sex?’

  ‘No, just a hot kiss.’ Well, that wasn’t quite all, but she wasn’t telling her that.

  Sabine pouted in disappointment. ‘Pfft! You need sex, not a kiss...’

  ‘Tante Sabine!’

 
Although, honestly, she couldn’t disagree. She did need sex—now more than ever. A toy would never cut it now.

  ‘Alyssa!’ Sabine retorted. ‘You need sex like nobody I’ve ever encountered. It’s an amazing method of stress relief.’ She examined her fingernails, her expression mischievous. ‘Why do you think that Justin and I are so...how do you English say?...frigid?’

  ‘Chilled,’ Ally replied, before putting her hands over her ears. ‘And I so didn’t need to hear that.’

  ‘Sex releases endorphins....’

  ‘La-la-la-la.’ Ally stuck her fingers in her ears. ‘Heard of the expression too much information, Sabine?’

  ‘Between friends? Mother and daughter? Non!’ Sabine stood up, walked around the desk and placed her cool hands on either side of Ally’s face. ‘Darling girl, you need a man. You need sex. You need fun. You need not to work so hard. You need to let people in. You need to chill. And, mon Dieu, you need to eat!’

  Ally covered those hands with hers. ‘I know that you think you know best...’

  Sabine’s frown warned her to be careful.

  ‘But I am fine—I really am. I’m busy and productive. I’m happy.’

  Sabine removed her hands, but not before tapping Ally’s nose with a red-tipped finger. ‘This grew bigger with that lie, Alyssa.’ She shook her head in frustration before walking across the room to the door. ‘I’ll order lunch to be sent up to you from the deli on the corner.’

  Sabine needed to fuss and to nurture and Ally was happy to let her order lunch if it made her happy. ‘Thanks, Tante Sabine, that would be great.’

  ‘Any chance of showing me the card?’ Sabine asked hopefully as she reached the door.

  ‘No.’

  ‘Zut!’

  As soon as Sabine had closed the door behind her Ally reached for the card and ripped the envelope open. After much cursing—had they used superglue to seal the flap?—she yanked the plain white card out of the envelope and flipped it open, her stomach quivering with anticipation.

  He’d scanned his note and sent it to the florist, who’d pasted it onto the card. His handwriting was strong and masculine and untidy.

  Blue... I’m noticing it a lot lately and not one shade matches your eyes. Maybe one of these flowers will.

  Ross

  Ally hiccupped a laugh and buried her face in the fragrant bouquet, her heart pounding a staccato beat. So he was thinking of her...had thought of her enough to make him order a bouquet of expensive blue flowers.

  Her stomach was fizzing with pleasure—a very pleasant change from the scorching heat of heartburn.

  It was a thoughtful, lovely, sexy gift and it deserved at the very least a response. His business card was attached to her stationery jar and on it was his personal e-mail address. It would be so easy to drop him a quick line...

  Ally reached for her laptop and thought a while.

  To: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  From: AJones@bellechier.com

  Subject: Nice surprise.

  I didn’t realise that my eyes had made such an impression on you...

  Ally.

  PS The bouquet is stunning. Thank you so much.

  It wasn’t a minute before his reply appeared in her inbox.

  To: AJones@bellechier.com

  From: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  Subject: Re: Nice surprise.

  Your eyes are amazing but your boobs, butt and legs are even better. You are the reason I toss and turn at night.

  To: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  From: AJones@bellechier.com

  Subject: Um...

  Not sure what to say to that except that we did—do—seem to have an unexplainable and hectic chemical reaction.

  My sleep has also been disrupted by certain memories...and fantasies.

  The mouse hovered over the ‘Send’ button as she debated whether to send it or not. What the hell? she thought, but immediately wished she could pull it back as it winged off. What was the point of exchanging flirty, sexy e-mails with a man so far away? What could they do about it except become increasingly frustrated?

  To: AJones@bellechier.com

  From: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  Subject: Re: Um...

  Am about to go into a meeting and now have a hard-on. Thanks a bunch.

  When are you going to give me one I can actually use? With you?

  Holy frosting on a cupcake, Ally thought, and licked her lips as moisture appeared between her legs.

  Before she could formulate a reply—dear God in heaven, what could she say to that?—another message appeared in her inbox.

  To: AJones@bellechier.com

  From: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  Subject: Re: Re: Um...

  Is that a possibility?

  A straight-up, no-strings offer this time. All personal and no business.

  Was it? Ally thought quickly and thought hard. She was incredibly attracted to Ross, and he’d made her feel more alive than she’d felt in months...years. Maybe she needed to step out of the comfort zone she was in and live just a little.

  They could have a brief, hot, fizzy affair when she went back to Cape Town. An affair that had a time limit—a logical conclusion. One that made her feel in control, secure, because it couldn’t carry on for longer than that. He lived on another continent and there was no possibility of her getting emotionally attached because there wouldn’t be enough time. Besides, she didn’t open up to anybody and it wouldn’t be any different with Ross...

  It would be a working holiday, she thought; the best of both worlds. She’d work during the day, as she always did, and hook up with him at night.

  What would be the harm? Having some fun... Everyone— okay, Sabine—was telling her to have some fun, some sex, so why not with him?

  To: AJones@bellechier.com

  From: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  Subject: Dying here...

  You still there? Need a reply, Jones, or else I’m going to be less than useless in this long, long meeting...which is about to start!

  To: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  From: AJones@bellechier.com

  Subject: Re: Dying here...

  When I get back to Cape Town, maybe. That’ll not be for another four weeks, though...

  And, just to be clear, we’re talking a hook-up only, right? No messy emotions. No expectations. I don’t do emotions and have no expectations.

  To: AJones@bellechier.com

  From: rossbennett@rbmedia.com

  Subject: I’ll make a plan.

  I can’t wait that long so I’ll come to you. A hook-up works for me... I don’t do long-term either.

  Got to run...enjoy the flowers.

  Later.

  Ally stared at her screen and couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to have sex with Ross. Had she lost her ever-lovin’, cotton-pickin’ mind? Was she bat-mad insane? She didn’t do hook-ups, one-night stands, have crazy sex with men she hardly knew.

  Then again, if she didn’t do any and all of the above then why was she feeling so damn pleased with herself?

  * * *

  Ross was worse than useless for most of the meeting; thank God it was largely technical talk, which Eli could handle, allowing him to drift.

  She’d said yes...

  Friggin’ hell.

  He couldn’t believe it. He’d thought that he’d lob it out there and had expected a snotty equivalent to a kick in the nuts rebuke.<
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  Ross checked the e-mails on his mobile; nope, he hadn’t been imagining the whole thing.

  She’d agreed to a casual hook-up. Hurrah.

  He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her... Her long legs, flat stomach, the deep blue of her eyes. The perfect feminine bits of her...

  Okay, not a good time to go there... He slipped his hand under the table and adjusted himself to find a little comfort.

  It had been a long, long time since a woman had had the ability to give him a hard-on just from a memory—to distract him like this, to creep under his mental skin. One minute he’d be concentrating on some paperwork and the next she’d leap into his head, like a mischievous kid who hid behind doors and yelled boo!

  She was such an intriguing mix between business and sexy, smart and vulnerable. And wild... There was a lot of passion bubbling under the severe clothes and the strait-laced attitude. He wanted to be the one to release that passion...the one who held her while she was burning with it. The one who was inside her when she screamed from it, exploding around him.

  That was if he didn’t spontaneously combust from sheer frustration first.

  He had to get to her.

  Logistics, logistics... Ross tapped his mobile on the boardroom table. He wanted to go online and book the first flight out to Geneva, be there by late tonight. But that was crazy and would make him look desperate. What he should do was combine it with a trip to see his mother in London, his sister in York. He could interview that new computer animation student who was reputedly brilliant. After a little work he could pop over to Geneva late Thursday afternoon, take Ally to dinner and then to bed.