Bring me to life (The golden collection)

by Carr, Kam

  The line went quiet. "I am happy for you" she began. "WE should meet up and have a few drinks. Besides you working there might actually work in my favour. Get enough cocktails down your neck and you may spill some secrets."

  "I'll go for the drinks but I will not be revealing anything."

  "Oh we will see. I'll text you when I'm free-should be Wednesday. Right, ciao" and she was gone. I looked down at my phone and shook my head.

  What a weekend?

  Meet Maxwell Thomas

  I slammed the door of my office and headed towards the drinks cabinet. I poured myself a large brandy and took a well needed swig. I walked over to my desk and sat down. This was not what I needed!! Everything was beginning to fall apart. I had spent most of my life building up this company and it was being taken away from me. I loosened my tie as I felt it was beginning to strangle me. I took another swig and placed the glass down.

  What else could I do?

  I had just been in crisis meetings with my team. The people I had on my books were slowly drifting away to another agency. Some rich kid who had just left preschool was out doing me. I ran a hand through my hair.

  What was I going to do?

  There was a knock on the door. A few seconds later Hannah my PA entered. Bump first Hannah followed. She was almost 7 months pregnant and was going on maternity leave. I was in the middle of finding a temp.

  Shit! More fucking expense.

  "You busy?" I shook my head and waved my hand as to say carry on. "Okay just a few things. Your trip to LA is all booked and planned. Here is your schedule for next week." She handed it to me. I ran over it briefly and set it down. "Next, Shannon turned up to her interview drunk . . .Again."

  "E-mail her and bring her in. If she doesn't respond this time get hold of my solicitor and cancel her contract!" I was getting sick of these young reality stars taking the piss out of me. Here I was trying to get them a career and all they cared about was boozing and coking. Dumb cunts! "Anything else?"

  Hannah stepped forward and lowered her voice. "There is a woman outside requesting to see you."

  That was strange I had nothing else planned for today. Then I remembered the old woman I had walked passed into my office. Who was she? I was curious. "Bring the old dear in." I bet it was someone wanting me to give to charity this often happened a lot. The only problem was I didn't actually have anything to give at the moment!!!

  "Will do, sir. Anything else you would like me to do?"

  "No just send the email and we will call it a day" I smiled, Hannah smiled back and left. She was really good at her job. I was going to have a problem finding a replacement. I took the last swig of my brandy and I watched the smartly dress woman enter my office. She had money that was for sure. A fitted tailored suit and pearls. She actually reminded me of the Queen. I stood up from my desk. "Maxwell Thomas."

  "I know who you are" she smiled. "May I?"she pointed to a chair and I nodded. She sat down and placed her bag still on her knees clutching the handle. I looked behind her to make sure a Corgi wasn't following behind.

  "I guess you're wondering why a woman like myself would want to see you?" I shrugged and retook my seat. I hope this wasn't going to be long: I needed sleep!!! "You see Mr Thomas... I have a business deal I would like to negotiate with you."

  She had my attention. I was all about business. Yes, I liked to make money but it was the business side I thrived in.

  "What exactly would that be . . ." Then I realized she hadn't introduced herself. That was odd. How could I do a deal with her if I didn't know who the fuck she was?

  "I believe you're looking for a new PA" she began. I hope she wasn't offering her services. I wasn't against old people but I had to draw a line somewhere. "I don't want the job!" she said sternly.

  "Why would I need to work?" she laughed. Must of been a private joke. I gave her my special Knicker combustion smile. She blushed and shifted slightly in her seat. It even worked on older women. You're a sex god!! "I believe a Miss Georgina Dawson has applied."

  I raised an eyebrow. I remembered the name. I had spoken to her today and we had agreed she would come in tomorrow. Oh and now I know where this is going. She was obviously the girls mum or nan. She wanted to put in a good word. How sweet . . . Not!!! I didn't do favours for anyone. No one made them for me. I had started this company from my parents house 10 years ago and only me alone had built it up.

  I only hired people I thought were well suited to the job and it was my decision. End of!

  "Where is this going? Your daughter or granddaughter has an interview tomorrow. If she impresses me then the job will be hers. So there was no need to come in and beg." Right that was it I wanted out of this place . . . Fast!!

  The woman laughed. Why was she laughing? I was being serious.

  "You have the wrong idea Mr Thomas!" This woman was beginning to freak me out. She stopped laughing and glared at me. "I have a very good offer that you would be stupid to refuse. I know how difficult it is for you at the moment!"

  Everyone knew that. Somehow stories had been leaked to the press. I could feel a headache coming on. No doubt from all the stress.

  “Can we just cut to the chase" I snapped. I didn't want to play games with an old woman. I just wanted to leave, go home and go to bed. It had been a long day.

  "Of course." She bent forward slightly. "I want you to hire Miss Dawson and my son Blake. I know you have just signed Veronica Hart and I know she needs a photographer. My son will be perfect for the job. In return I will pay you 2.5 million."

  Okay she was crazy. My head was starting to spin. "Let me get this right" I chuckled. "I hire two people and you give me 2.5 million?" This had to be some sort of joke. "You're a very funny lady. . . But I don't have the time or the patience for this. You want to play games? Then go and find some other twat! Now is that all?"

  "This isn't a game!" She snarled. "I will only pay 2.5 million if you seduce Miss Dawson and make my son realize what a gold digging whore she actually is. In the meantime Blake will spend time with my dear Veronica and Georgina will be gone." She said it coldly.

  Was she evil?

  I slumped back in my chair and began to rub my chin. "Why would I do something like this? I am not that sort of man. I never mix business and pleasure. It's been my golden rule for many years now."

  "Because you need my money and I need your help" she said coolly. She was serious and now I felt uncomfortable. "Miss Dawson is a very pretty girl but she is not right for my son. I know this all sounds harsh and cruel. This is my only chance to get rid of her for good."

  "I wouldn't feel comfortable doing what you're asking."

  "I thought you would say that" this time she smiled. "Meet Georgina tomorrow and see what you think. I will expect a call by Saturday. If I hear nothing I will know your answer." She produced a card out of her bag and slide it over the desk. "It's a very good offer" she stood up. "I will be waiting." With that she left my office.

  For the love of god!! Had all that just happened? Did people really think I was that desperate? But the 2.5 million would be a bonus. I couldn't believe I was actually contemplating this. I had to get home and get to bed. Surely all this stress was fucking up my head.

  * * *

  I looked up at the clock it was almost four o'clock. Miss Dawson would be here any second. The conversation I had yesterday with the old woman was still playing on my mind. I hadn't really slept all night. I kept having visions of a woman with two heads or something.

  Why would anyone want to pay you money to seduce someone?

  This woman had to be a mutant!!

  I was still debating whether to take up her offer or not. I thought of 2.5 million and what a blessing it would be. I wouldn't have to worry about my business for at least a while. I could pay off debts and invest in all my decent clients.

  Plus, having an in house photographer would save a lot of money. Veronica Hart was at the moment one of my famous clients she was the money maker. Shame she wa
s as bright as a dim less light bulb. She was hot though and sex sold!

  I picked up Miss Dawson’s CV. It was actually very impressive with respect to all the other applicants. Just on this she had the job. She didn't need a 2.5 million price tag. The phone rang. "Yeah" I answered.

  "Mr Thomas" it was Hannah. "Miss Dawson is out here with me."

  Fuck!

  "Okay. I will be out in a second" I put down the phone. Moment of truth Maxwell. Be prepared for you have no idea what monster is sitting just outside that door!!!

  I stepped outside my office and glanced over at the black sofa in the corner. A petite woman with long blonde hair was fidgeting in her seat and staring back at me. I breathed a sigh of relief. One head!! And not a mutant. Thank fuck for that. "Miss Dawson, thanks for coming in" She gave a breathtaking smile and rose up. "Hannah, have you finished everything?"

  She looked up from her computer. "Um mm . . . I think so." She started looking around her desk as if something was going to jump up and hit her.

  "You can go. I just need to speak to Miss Dawson and it shouldn't take very long". Within a second Hannah had her bag, coat and was gone. My attention turned back to Miss Dawson. "Ready when you are." She entered my office. Her black pencil skirt hit the curves of her arse perfectly and her long legs were in luring.

  I shook my head.

  Concentrate Maxwell!!

  I made my entrance and she was standing in the middle of the room looking around. She looked nervous and distracted.

  "Drink?"

  "Yes please" she said with relief. She looked around the office again. "This is really impressive".

  I nodded and headed over to the drinks cabinet. "G and T?" From her smile I knew it was a yes. "Take a seat on the sofa. I don't like sitting at the desk makes it all too formal." I poured two drinks, headed over and sat down besides her. She smelt amazing. "Here!" I passed her the drink. She looked at it, raised it to her mouth and took a sip. I watched as she wiped a drop from the side of her mouth and licked her finger. How would those lips feel on me?

  Fucking hell!!!

  This woman was worth much more than 2.5 million. This woman was priceless. Miss Dawson was the ultimate trophy girlfriend. She was what I needed. I could feel myself getting hot and blood flowing in places it shouldn't.

  Just get on with it you prick! I decided to take my subconscious advice.

  "I read your CV that was more impressive than my office." She blushed and looked away. "No seriously, you have a diploma in English literature and business management. How did you find time to cram in all in?"

  She shrugged and brushed some of her silky hair away from her face. "I just got on with it. No point dwelling on stuff and I didn't have much of a social life. In spite of what my father says."

  I took a large gulp of my drink. Just hearing her talk made me what to bang her right here and now. I sat back on the sofa and with my free hand flopping over the back. I wanted to take her in. "What about admin skills, Miss Dawson?" I could slowly see her relaxing before me.

  She tilted her head to the side. "Please call me George."

  "George!" I raised an eyebrow such a masculine name for such a perfect beautiful woman. "Okay" I shrugged. "What about admin stuff, Geoorgggee" I couldn't say it. She was a woman not a man!

  "Call me Georgina then" she giggled.

  Whew for that!!! "Georgina, what about admin skills?" I asked mocking her slightly.

  "My father has a car sales business" She crossed her legs and faced me. "I would work there during the summer holidays. I answered phones, did filing, emails, letters and I took notes during his meetings. I also worked at the Grand Café while I was at Uni. So I have experience with people too."

  I hadn't taken any of it in. I was too busy glancing down at her blouse for a petite girl she had impressive breasts.

  She noticed and followed my eye level. "I haven't had a boob job?"

  Uh! I realized what she was referring to and felt embarrassed. She was still smiling when I looked at her face.

  "Busted!" I laughed and she laughed too. "Miss Dawson......" I murmured. I was finally taking in her beauty. My heart was racing and I had no idea what else to say. She had got to me. No one had got to me in years.

  Play it cool, Maxwell.

  "Please Georgina" she said breathlessly and placed a hand on my knee. It took me by surprised. Our eyes locked. She looked down at my mouth and then back to my eyes. "I don't normally do this."

  "Do what?" before she could reply my lips were on hers.

  I pulled her over and placed her on my lap. My hands were firmly on her arse and her lips never left mine. She tasted too good. She ran her hands through my hair, then they were slowly creeping down my arms and then up my chest. She pulled away breathless. "Fuck me!" and that was it I was rock hard.

  I slapped her arse.

  She knelt up. I reached down and undid my zip. My manhood was out and standing to attention. I pulled her skirt up and felt the soft skin of her inside thighs. This was mind blowing. I had never done this before with anyone. There was something about this woman I couldn't explain. She had turned me into an animal.

  I pulled her silk knickers to the side and she lowered slowly. The groaning she made as I filled her up was out of this world. Gently she began to move up and down. Her fingers were in my hair again. Her hips began to sway and I got lost in her rhythm. I could feel the heat between us. I wanted it slow. I wanted to remember this moment.

  Her head tilted back and I grabbed her breast. Perfect size for my hand. All of a sudden she lost control; Moving faster up and down. She moved towards me and rested her head on my shoulders. Her groans and moans were like gold droplets to my ears. I felt the tightening of her as she was coming.

  "Give it to me" I groaned in response. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Then I was out of control. Pushing myself deeper and deeper into her. "Yes!" I moaned through gritted teeth. She fell apart around me and with one last force I came to.

  She clasped on me and I could feel her heartbeat racing. We both were breathing heavily and in sync. I looked down at her. She was too beautiful. She looked at me and blushed.

  Then within a second something changed inside her. Her eyes widen and the colour drained from her face. She jumped up and turned away. Had I done something wrong? I did up my trousers and went in search of my cigarettes. I sat down at my desk, got out a cigarette and lit it. I looked up and she was staring at me. Our eyes locked again. She shook her head and turned back around.

  "Hey"

  She didn't speak. She turned around walking over to the sofa. She grabbed her bag and coat.

  "You aren't going to say your welcome?"

  Still no answer.

  I took a deep breath. Was it that bad? "You should receive a phone call by Monday" I added. She nodded in response and was gone.

  Rejection slapped me hard in the face. I rested my head back on my chair and carried on smoking the cigarette. Why did I want her to thank me? I should of been thanking her. That was the first time I had fucked a woman in over two months.

  Dickhead!!!

  I must of sounded like a right wet fucker.

  I closed my eyes and the thought of her going back to see this so called bastard boyfriend angered me. I had only just met her. Why was I feeling like this? Had no sex for 2 months turned me into a woman??

  Shut up!!

  I had to see her again. That I knew for certain.

  How?

  She wasn't just going to walk into my office again after what happened. I could give her the job. Then again... Would she accept?? I opened my eyes and sat up. I had it!!! I had the answer all the time. I reached for the ashtray and stumped the cigarette out.

  I grabbed my phone, pulled the card out of my desk and dialled the number.

  "Good afternoon, Mrs Waterman is speaking."

  "Its Maxwell Thomas."

  "Oh Mr Thomas, what a delight to hear from you so soon" she paused. "I gather your calling in res
ponse to my business deal?"

  "I am." Shame the details were going to change and all to benefit me. "I just want to tweet it a little."

  "Really?" she sounded off key.

  "Yes. . . I have spoken to Georgina and I really don't want to seduce her. She seems a very intelligent and warm person. There is no way I could degrade her in that manner."

  "Oh I see" she sounded mad. "She's affected you as well then!!"

  "Not at all. Here's my offer. I hire Georgina and Blake like you suggested. I send Blake everywhere with Veronica. Every time he is away I will spend time with Georgina. Then maybe, I don't know someone close to Blake could plant ideas in his head."

  "You want me to mess with my own son's head?" she snapped.

  "Yes and when he comes to have it out with me I won't deny anything" There was a massive pause. She was thinking about my suggestion. "What's your answer? Do you want my help or not? This is the only chance I am going to give you."

  "It's a deal"

  I smirked, oh yes I was good at what I did. "Great!! I will see my solicitor and get him to write up a contract. I'm going to have to say your a silent partner.

  We wouldn't want any of this getting out. It would have a devastating effect on both of us." I was still smirking.

  "If needs must" she replied. "Oh Mr Thomas. I am having a gathering at my house tomorrow. Please come. You could come with Veronica?"

  "Why not?" I could offer Georgina the job tomorrow. "It was good doing business with you Mrs Waterman. Talk soon" and I hung up.

  I could of easily started dancing around my desk. If Georgina did refuse the job at least Shit head would be far away and I could convince her. This had to work!!! Please let this work!!! Also, 2.5 million for hiring a Mummy's boy well that was an added bonus. NO!! WAIT!! Georgina Dawson was the bonus and I craved her more than anything.

  * * *

  I got back from LA last night and was heading into my office. A few potential clients and contracts were in process.