She shakes her head. ‘So, it’s serious?’
‘No. There’s no chance of that happening. He doesn’t want anything more than sex from me.’
‘What?’ Her brow is furrowed.
‘Yeah. He has walls like an impenetrable nuclear bunker. I think he’s had some terrible tragedy happen to him. The first time we met, I walked in on him when he wasn’t expecting me to, and he looked totally tormented. I have never seen anybody suffering in that way.’
‘Not another fucking loser, like that psycho Michael.’
‘He’s not a loser. He’s just had some kind of tragedy that he hasn’t got over.’
‘Oh no. You’re going to fall for this guy, aren’t you?’
‘I won’t.’
‘You won’t? You’re already more than halfway there.’
‘I’m not,’ I insist firmly.
She sighs. ‘Is the sex at least good?’
‘Fan-fucking-tastic,’ I say with a large grin.
TWELVE
She opens the door and my eyes widen.
I told my secretary, ‘A red dress with a slit at the back.’
‘How much do you want to spend?’ she asked.
‘Get her something spectacular that I’ll enjoy taking off,’ I said, and I never gave it a second thought after that. Until now!
Spectacular would be an understatement. She looks fucking unreal!
An innocent, but almost secret smile slips onto her face, and suddenly, for just a sliver of time, the past becomes the present. It is as if I have known her forever. Something in my gut catches, and I grab the tax investigator’s hand and yank her hard. She tumbles into my arms in a delectable rush of soft flesh, blonde curls, and rising perfume.
Our bodies touching from chest to thigh, I curl my fingers into her silky hair and crush her mouth under mine. It parts. She tastes of chocolate. I plunder, I brand, I claim. Mine. This one’s mine. Blood pounds into my dick. I want to walk her backwards into her flat, push her up against the wall, and shove my hard, hungry cock into her like on that first night.
I pull my mouth away, furious with my own lack of control.
She blinks up at me, dazed, panting, her spine tense. ‘What’s the matter?’ she whispers.
I say the first thing that comes into my head. ‘You taste of chocolate.’
‘And that’s a … bad thing?’
‘Ella …’ I begin, but there’s nothing to say. I can’t promise her anything. Give her anything. There is nothing for sweet Ella. Just these crazy moments until they, too, are gone. I shake my head. ‘We’ll be late. Let’s go.’
She backs away from me. Her eyes are confused and hurt. ‘Where are we going?’ Her voice is pseudo breezy.
‘My mate Justin is having a party.’ My voice is distant. I hate the way it sounds, but it’s too late to take it back.
She nods. ‘That’ll be nice.’
‘You look beautiful.’
‘Thank you,’ she says sadly.