by T L Swan
I walk into the kitchen to see a hive of activity.
Travis spots me and releases a low whistle. “Wow. Hot, Emerson.”
I smile as I look down at myself. I may have searched the whole of London for the right outfit for tonight. Sexy business is what Hank, Vanessa and Brielle have called it. I am wearing a black woolen pencil skirt and a black turtle neck woolen tight sweater that hugs in all the right places. This outfit cost a bomb but who cares. It’s only money, right? I may break my neck in these high stilettos by the end of the night, though. Sheer black stockings finish off my look. My blonde hair is up in a high ponytail and my lips are hot pink and glossy, with smoky dark eyes. I grab a glass of champagne as a man with a tray walks past me and wish to God I could drain it. Mark spots me from across the kitchen and smiles warmly as he approaches. “Hello.” His eyes scan up and down my body. “You look gorgeous.”
I smile.
He leans and whispers in my ear. “If I could kiss you hello, I would.”
Oh. I fake a stronger smile. Oh… shit. I need to knock this on the head. I have zero attraction to him and that’s only getting worse, not better. An hour, and a million jobs later, the auction starts and the staff stand at the back to watch the proceedings. I’m relieved I’m not on the actual auction team. They seem to be running around like maniacs. Alastar hasn’t shown up, so it looks like I bought this outfit for nothing. The night is loud and fairly uneventful, until about half an hour before it ends, Mark whispers into my ear.
“Lets go outside and get some air.”
“Okay.” I reply. For an ultra modern building, it is rather stuffy in here and I would like a break from all the shouting. It will also give me a chance to talk to him in private. I head toward the door.
“No, this way,” Mark replies as he heads down a corridor to the left. It is quiet and semi-lit. Oh jeez. He has something on his mind here, for sure. He opens a glass door out onto a courtyard. It’s small, square, and has a large oak tree in the centre with a spotlight shining up onto its trunk. It’s beautiful. A seat sits in the centre and Mark sits down and pats the seat next to him, I hesitate and then sit nervously.
“How are you liking the UK?” he asks.
“It’s good, I like it. I’m a bit homesick. I’ve never seen so much rain and I’m missing my parents and brother.” I’m rambling and talking way too fast.
“Are you going to go home before the year is out?”
I shake my head. “No, definitely not. We may even stay another year. I’m trying to talk my parents into visiting me.”
“I’m so happy you’re here. I...” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear as I hold my breath, but the moment is interrupted by the glass door opening. Both our eyes flicker up to the doorway. I immediately stand up guiltily. Alastar stands before me. Where has he been hiding?
His angry eyes flick between Mark and I.
“Hello, Star. You remember Emerson?
Alastar’s eyes glare at me. “I remember,” he breathes angrily.
He continues to stare at me but doesn’t speak. It’s Mark who breaks the silence. “Star is one of the top photographers in the country. You have some work for sale tonight, don’t you?” He nods as his hungry eyes drop down my body then rise back to my face. I stand still on the spot as I feel his fury seep out into the small courtyard. I flutter at the feel of his eyes on my body. Cut it out, you sex craved bitch.
“So you are in charge of customer relations?” he asks with a raised brow.
I nod nervously as I drain my glass. This is bad. Really bad. One guy I’m dreaming about and messaging, who I also told I was single, is now talking to the other guy who is dreaming about me and thinks we have a thing who I am trying to escape.
How freaking cozy.
“Can I steal Emerson to introduce her to a client of mine?” Alastar asks casually.
“Of course,” Mark replies, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
My horrified eyes stare him down. What is he doing? He fakes a smile.
“This way.” He gestures toward the door and Mark bends to pick up his glass. Alastar’s face falls instantly betraying his fury. Oh crap. I swallow the lump in my throat. Alastar opens the courtyard door and I follow him tentatively. We walk down the corridor a few feet and he opens a door and pulls me in, it seems to be a large storage cupboard. He flicks the light on. “What do you think you’re doing?” He growls.
I don’t answer.
“You don’t sleep with anyone else. Do you fucking hear me?”
I frown. “Wait. What?”
He shakes his head angrily. “I said… you do not sleep with anyone, especially not that idiot.” He’s near yelling.
I snatch my arm from his grip.
“Why do you touch me like that?” I yell.
“Like what?”
“Like you own me.”
“That’s because I do, you just don’t know it yet.”
Huh?
“Where were you last night?” he barks.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you text me last night?”
I screw up my face. What the hell?
“Were you with him?”
My face falls. Am I in the twilight zone? “No, I was not with him.”
I glare at Alastar as the electricity tingles between us. He’s angry, infuriating, and goddamn it if he isn’t the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
“I-I was waiting for you to call me,” I stammer. “But, of course, you didn’t.”
He stands close to me, only inches from my face as he sucks in air to try and calm himself down.
He’s jealous. Oh my God, he’s jealous. Exhilaration fills me.
His dark eyes hold mine before they slip down, scanning my body and then resting on my breasts. I can feel his arousal; the need coming from his body is blanket thick.
“I just need one night,” he whispers almost to himself
His dark eyes drop to my lips.
“Then take it,” I whisper.
Chapter 7
My eyes search his as he glares at me. He’s furious that I just said that, but
why?
Unable to control himself, he grabs my hand and aggressively places it over his crotch.
“This cock has been hard and weeping for you since you kissed me two weeks ago.” He growls. “It’s painful and the bastard won’t go down. I want to know what you plan on doing about it…”
Instincts take over my thought process and I squeeze the hard bulge beneath my hand.
Feels so good.
I pull my hand away and slide it inside his jeans, underneath his jocks.
“You want me to feel it, then let me really feel it… and, actually, it was you who kissed me first. Not the other way around.” I whisper as I squeeze the hard shaft that’s wet with pre-ejaculate.
Holy fucking fuck.
I feel my insides start to liquefy; he’s rock hard, hot and hung—the most perfect thing I have ever felt in my life.
Then he is on me, his large bee stung lips covering mine, as his hand pushes into the back of my hair, his tongue pushing through my mouth while my hand remains down his pants. He lunges forward as his body pumps his dick into my hand and it’s all I can do not to drop to my knees and suck him dry.
This is insane. What am I doing?
He kisses me again and his tongue brings me to a halt. I feel a rush of cream as my arousal hits new heights. With one of his hands holding my head to his, his hips lunge forward and my hand slides down the thick shaft through the pre-ejaculate lubricant.
He closes his eyes in appreciation and hisses in approval.
“My house,” he breathes as he lurches forward. His mouth ravages my neck and he pushes me back to lie across the bench.
I swear to God, I’m going to come. I’ve never seen a man so aroused and it’s pushing me over the edge.
“Harder.” He growls into my mouth and I pick up the pace. My hand is really stroking him fast. His body quivers
and his eyes roll back in his head.
As he lies over me with his mouth open in pleasure, my legs open by themselves, I want him inside me. I need him inside me now.
The door opens.
What?
We both look around in horror to see the blonde receptionist from my office.
My world stops.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, shocked to her core.
“Get the fuck out!” Alastar growls over his shoulder.
I pant as I glance down at us. Oh my God! What does this look like? I am sprawled across the bench with my legs open and my hand is down Alastar’s undone jeans as I jerk him off while he lies across me.
Holy fucking fuck alright.
The door quietly shuts. Alastar stands abruptly and zips up his jeans and I sit up horrified.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Oh… God.” I put my head in my hands in dismay.
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He scrubs his hand down his face in disgust. “That escalated a lot quicker than I intended it to.”
I pant as I pull down my skirt, mortified at my whoreish behavior. “You think?” I whisper.
His eyes fall back to mine and he bends to kiss me tenderly. “You’re coming home with me.”
My eyes hold his and a myriad of emotions swirl in my brain. I lick my lips. Just the thought of a night with this god brings me to my knees.
I nod, unable to bring myself to decline a night like the one I know he will give me.
He looks down at the bulge in his jeans and he puffs air into his cheeks as he thinks. His breathing is still erratic and his hands are on his hips.
I put my hand over my mouth and burst out laughing.
He smirks. “You think this is funny?”
I shake my head as I laugh. “No. This is utterly ridiculous.”
He shakes his head and smiles broadly, also clearly unable to believe it.
“How did that go from why didn’t you call me to me jacking you off in thirty seconds?” I smile.
He shakes his head. “I have no idea.” He bends and takes my lips in his and his hand snakes around my behind as he pulls me aggressively onto his waiting cock. “I only know that I am nowhere near finished with you.”
His lips tenderly linger on mine and I feel my heart jump in my chest. He cups my cheek and studies my face.
“Emmaline,” he whispers softly.
My face falls. “My name is Emerson.”
He smiles and kisses me gently again. “I know you as Emmaline because that’s what I thought your name was at first. Please let me call you that.”
His tongue gently dances over my lips and somehow I feel it in my g-spot.
“It’s not my name.” I smile into his lips.
“Humor me.” He smiles sexily into my neck.
His hand roams up and over my stomach and he cups my breast through my top, catching my bottom lip in between his teeth and stretching it out. My eyes close. I do have to admit the name Emmaline does sound dreamy in that accent.
“I’ll go outside and get the car. You be polite, say goodbye, and I will meet you out in the parking lot.” His kisses trail down my neck and over my clavicle. He bites me hard as he squeezes my nipple and I nearly orgasm on the spot.
I pull back, overwhelmed that this man can make my body respond to him like no other man has ever been able to do before.
I’ve never lost control like this. I’ve never been so turned on.
He turns and kisses me once more. “You have ten minutes. Don’t make me come get you.” He disappears out of the closet and I stand dumbstruck.
Holy shit.
Did that just happen?
* * *
I wait five minutes for my heart to stop trying to break through my chest and I smooth my disheveled hair. I pull my skirt down and re-tuck in my shirt. I cannot fucking believe that just happened. I open the door and peer around it like a criminal. God, I hope that stupid bitch from reception keeps her mouth shut. I will lose my job for sure. I walk out into the main hall area and the auction is still going on, my eyes looking all around for the peeping Tom. I need to speak to her. Damn. Will I make it worse if I ask her not to say anything? I stand at the back of the crowd and quickly dial Brielle’s number. She answers first ring.
“Hello.”
I quickly walk back up the hall and back out into the small courtyard so that nobody else can hear my conversation.
“Oh… my… fuck,” I stammer. “I am at the work auction and talking to Mark. Alastar shows up and is all why didn’t you ring me and then he pulled me in a cupboard. Next thing I’m jacking him off with my legs open in a skirt and a girl from reception walked in and now she’s going to tell Mark and I am going to get fired!” I blurt out in a rush.
“Umm.” I hear her walk away from wherever she is. “Just a minute, guys.” She’s trying to act calm. She must be out with her family.
“Did you hear me?” I whisper in a panic.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she pushes out.
My panic rises. It sounds worse now I’ve said it out loud. “I jacked him off in a broom closet and got busted.”
“What the fuck? Who… Mark?”
“No.” I shake my head in frustration. “Fucking Alastar.”
“What the hell? What the fuck were you doing in a broom closet?”
I hold my forehead with one hand. “He was angry because he thought I was with Mark last night, so he pulled me in there and one minute we are fighting and then next minute we are making out and I had my hands down his pants.”
“I have no words,” she replies in horror after a few moments of excruciating silence.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” I stammer as the reality of the situation hits home.
“Where is he now?”
“Mark?”
“No, Alastar!”
“He’s waiting out in the car to take me back to his place.”
“Oh, man.” She sighs.
“What do I do?” I whisper as my eyes glance around guiltily.
“Go outside and blow his fucking mind.”
I bite my bottom lip as I think. “You have no idea how hot this man is Brielle? I can’t even...”
“Then what are you waiting for, you idiot? If you are going to get fired anyway, at least go out with a bang.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Literally.”
She laughs.
“This will finish me.” I sigh.
She laughs. “Pretty funny but, hey.”
“No.”
The door opens and my eyes shoot up. Oh no, it’s Mark. Shit. I’m back in the courtyard and now he thinks I am waiting for him.
“I got to go,” I snap. I hang up and my phone immediately beeps a text. It’s Alastar.
Hurry up.
My eyes widen… Fucking hell!
“Hello, gorgeous girl.” Mark smiles sexily.
I fake a smile, oh man. I have to get out of here. “Hi,” I reply nervously.
“Sorry it took me so long. Where were we?” He reaches over and pushes my hair behind my ear.
“Ahh.” Holy shit. “I’m going home. I’m not really feeling that well.”
He picks up my hand in his. “Are you okay? You seem to have distanced yourself from me since your arrival.” His eyes search mine. “Is everything good between us?”
The door opens and we both turn. To my horror, it’s the damn nosy receptionist again. My face falls and her mouth actually drops open. She thinks I’m here with Mark as he is holding my hand and I just had sex with Alastar. Great. I will never live this down. She narrows her eyes and her animosity bounces through the courtyard.
Oh no.
“Mark, can I see you for a moment, please?” she sneers.
I swallow the golf ball in my throat as my eyes flutter between the two of them.
Mark doesn’t seem to like her tone. “Just a second. I am just going to walk Emerson out to a cab,” he replies curtly.
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bsp; Huh? I don’t want you to walk me outside. Oh, this night is out of fucking control.
“She’s not feeling well,” he replies.
She smirks and raises a brow at me. “Poor, poor Emerson. Rough night, hey, sweetie?” She smiles sarcastically.
I feel faint as the blood drains from my face. Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Mark glares at blondie as he leads me out of the courtyard and toward the auction room. If I walk out into the parking lot with Mark, Alastar will see and will probably lose his shit and then I will lose my job.
This night is going in the Guinness Book of Records as the world’s biggest disaster.
“Can I call round and see you tonight?” Mark asks.
Huh? The auction starts again and the auctioneers voice calls out. “An early piece from the talented photographer, Star.” He holds up an abstract painting of greens and gold and I turn around for the perfect artist. This is his painting. “Can I start the bidding at one hundred thousand?” he calls in an assertive voice.
Four little tickets on sticks get held up and I frown. What?
The battle begins and I stand dumbfounded as four different parties all go to war for the gorgeous green painting. The tickets are getting held up left right and centre. Where is he? He should be here to witness this and my eyes scan around in search of him again.
“Two hundred thousand.”
Mark gestures to the door and I shake my head subtly. I want to see who gets the painting.
“Sold. Two hundred and Sixty Thousand, to the lady in purple.” The crowd clap.
I turn and see a sophisticated lady standing at the back in a purple pants suit. What must it be like to have that kind of money? She smiles proudly as the auctioneer’s secretary approaches her and takes her details.
Wow. One of the big bosses’ approaches Mark. “Mark, I have someone I want you to meet.”
Marks looks to me for a response. Here’s my chance to escape.
“I will just go to the bathroom and meet you back here?” I smile.
