Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife (5 page)

“Get that...”
I flicked my fingers down at the straining cock in his trousers.
“Away from me, you fucking knob jockey.”

The man’s face
reddened as he tried to back up against the door. Actually, he
looked like he wanted to crawl into a corner and seep into a wall,
be forgotten. Now he could. Everyone around us seemed to suddenly
find some space and make way for him. I didn’t know whether it was
because they got a whiff of him or whether it was the abundantly
straining dick wanting to bust its way out of his trousers that got
everyone to move. Either way, I was happy to finally have some
breathing space.

Finally I was
off the train and running up the stairs in my heels, silently
praying that I didn’t topple or fall over. I didn’t. I got to the
top and through the barriers without issue. I stopped outside in
the rain and sucked in breaths. I grimaced when I still smelt Mr.
Stink on my coat and around me.

Shivering, I
quickly walked down the road to the building I worked in and
climbed the concrete steps. I entered through the glass doors and
waved to Evelyn who worked the main switchboard.

“You’re late.”
She mouthed, with the phone stuck to her ear.

“So, what are
you, the hall monitor?” I spat and raced to the lifts, jamming the
button for level six. I stood by and pulled my coat off, watching
droplets of water fall to the carpeted floor. Completely freaking
ruined. I flicked the coat and watched droplets of water fly around
me, coating anything near me in rain water.

I shook my
head as the lift opened. I stood aside and let the businessmen
leave, avoiding their smirks and crazy looks at the state of me. I
held my tongue, literally from poking out and sticking them with
it. It didn’t stop my fingers from itching to flip them off either.
I stepped inside and jabbed the button, watching the little white
light appear in a ring around the number.

Minutes later,
I was on the sixth floor. I raced down the corridor to Brewster
Brothers Security and pushed the door open. The little room that
was our waiting room was empty, thank God. I sighed in pleasure as
the smell of coffee hit my nose. I
so
had to get myself a
cup before I collapsed. I quickly pushed the door open to the staff
entrance and walked down the hall listening to Ben’s voice talking
somewhere in an office and Conrad’s laugh rumbling from what
sounded like the staff room.

Good. If they
were doing something else, then they wouldn’t be shouting at me for
being late. The brothers were pricks and wind up merchants but they
were a stickler for punctuation especially time keeping. I was
actually surprised that Conrad wasn’t standing by the door waiting
like a drill sergeant with a whistle in his mouth and his eyes on
his watch waiting for me.

With my
soaking coat hanging limply from my hands, I entered the locker
room and frantically searched for a hanger and eventually found a
shitty bent metal one. I hung my coat up on the curtain pole and
scowled at the ruined material. Coat cost me a bloody fortune a
couple of years ago and now look at it.

Ten minutes
later, I’d stopped sweating enough to put my makeup on or at least
some of it and straightened my clothing. My top was stuck kind of
to my boobs. Lucky I had chosen a support bra because right now, it
wouldn’t have been pretty.

I wiped my
hands down my skirt as I left the locker room and made my way down
to the staff room that was packed with employees, mostly security
guards that had no doubt come in to get their new timetables that I
had yet to print up.

Another thing
on another God damned list somewhere.

“Oh, so she
remembers where she works then?” Conrad commented as he spotted
me.

I resisted the
urge to flip him the bird and walked over to the kettle and flicked
in on. I watched the little blue light illuminate and heard the
element begin to crackle and pop. I reached up for the coffee in
the cupboard and a cup when a hand and a paper cup with a Starbucks
logo appeared in front of me.

My mouth
watered instantly as the smell of hazelnuts and coffee permeated my
nose. That was the latte Ben promised me yesterday. I reached for
it only for the cup to be snatched away.

I turned
slowly and looked up at Conrad who was standing there looking too
bloody big in this small room. The smirk he had on his face so
didn’t suit him, not this morning anyhow. “Give me the latte.” I
said slowly, just so he could understand the seriousness of me
needing that freaking drink.

“Why were you
late?”

“Alarm didn’t
go off.” I said without missing a beat, my eyes tracking the
movement of the beloved beverage.

“Why?”

I clucked my
tongue and reached for the drink again. He held it up high, well
out of my reach. Even with my heels on, he was a monster.

“Why what?”
now I was getting annoyed.

“Why didn’t
your alarm go off? I know you have one.”

I huffed and
crossed my arms over my chest. He was getting seriously annoying
now. “Will you just give me the flipping drink?”

“No.” He
pursed his lips and raised his brows seeing what I would do about
it.

I was so not
in the mood for him and this mood he was in. Yesterday he was like
a bear with a sore head as he had been for days, even weeks
beforehand and now, he wanted to play. I didn’t freaking think
so.

Instead, I
turned and reached into the cupboard for that horrible container
that held his mix sports drink. I stood on my toes and brought the
box down, listening to the room suddenly turn deathly quiet and
Conrad suck in a breath.

The heat of
him came against my back; his breath tickled my ear as he leaned
down and whispered, “Put the drink back and back away. Now,”

I snorted and
wrapped my arms around his treasure, holding the mix close to my
chest. Two could play at this. “Give me my drink and I’ll give you
yours.”

“Not
happening.” He growled.

“Fine,” I
snapped and quickly twirled around, catching him off guard. I
snatched the latte from his hands and made a run for it. I thought
about releasing the container in my arms but shook my head. No, I’d
hide it from him, just to teach him a lesson for being a first
class prick.

I pushed
through the throng of security guards who stood by watching with
amusement lining their faces. They knew like me how Conrad felt
about his special drink.

“Victoria.” He
roared as he chased me out.

I looked over
my shoulder at him as I legged it down the corridor, my heels
sounding against the carpeted flooring. I giggled like a schoolgirl
as I watched his big figure gaining on me. I squealed out loud as
his hand came out and grabbed the back of my shirt in his fist.

“I promise you
with utter vengeance that I will put you over my knee for this.” He
warned as his fist tightened against my material.

Yeah like hell
he’d get near me to even touch my backside. I mean, I knew it was
sizable and there was in fact quite a bit of it but he wasn’t
touching it. In his dreams,

I wriggled and
held the latte up high to stop the hot liquid from spilling out
onto my hand. I twisted in his hold and managed to get loose, the
box in my arms was slipping down, threatening to fall to the
floor.

“Victoria.” He
shouted when he realised I’d gotten free.

I was just
about to turn to go down the next corridor towards the locker room
when I looked back over my shoulder to see how far away he was and
tripped. The pointed part of my shoe had gotten stuck in something
along the skirting board. I squeaked as I hit something hard.

“Humph.”

The latte in
my hand exploded all over me and whatever I had run into. The box
in my arms dropped to the floor with a thud and strawberry
flavoured powder puffed everywhere with a great big cloud.

The ‘whatever’
I had run into was strong and hard enough that I stumbled
backwards. My hands wind milled out as my heels wobbled. I reached
for something to grab onto but found nothing. I landed on my arse
with a great big thud.

“God damn it,
that hurt.” I moaned as I rolled over on the floor to rub my
backside.

“Victoria.”

I froze mid
rub as I turned around to see if my ears were deceiving me, no, it
couldn’t be, could it?

My mouth
dropped open and my eyes went wide, standing there currently
wearing my hazelnut latte down the front of his thousand pound suit
that I’d seen him wear so many times before, was Sebastian.

Holy shitballs
Sunday!

I missed
you.

No, no,
no.

No.

Oh, hell,
no.

I had to be
seeing things. Sebastian Blackwell was not standing in the corridor
to the place I worked and was not the ‘whatever’ I had run into. He
wasn’t. I refused to accept it.

Except it was
true,

I groaned and
let my head drop to the floor with a thud.

“Victoria.” He
said again like he had a right to say my name, which he didn’t.

“What are you
doing here?” I asked, even though it came out muffled because of
the floor.

“You know
Sebastian?” Ben asked, seeming confused.

My head shot
up to see that what looked like the whole bloody building was
standing in the corridor. I pushed up from the floor feeling the
cooling latte sticking to my bare arms and the strawberry powder
coating the whole front of me.

Great, I
smelled and looked like a giant sized Strawberry and Coffee
Bonbon.

Once I was on
my feet, I rubbed my hands down the front of me and realised I was
doing more damage than good.

“Well?” Ben
questioned, his tone was beginning to get sharp and pissed.

“No.” I
answered.

“Yes.”
Sebastian answered at the same time.

I shot a glare
at Sebastian before I looked up to Ben to see him glancing between
me and Sebastian obviously wondering who was telling the truth.

“Well?” he
prompted again.

“Does it
matter?” I asked with a sigh.

Ben stared at
me like I’d lost my ever loving mind. He reached out to grab me
only for Sebastian to grab his forearm, his face morphing into
something I’d never seen before. “Don’t touch her.” he warned
vehemently.

What the
fuck?

I placed my
hand on Sebastian’s arm and shoved him away getting between him and
Ben. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

The past six
months riled through my like a volcano waiting to blast out its
lava. He had no right to come in here and start barking orders,
saying who could and couldn’t touch me.

Sebastian’s
jaw ticked. “We’ll talk in private, Victoria.”

I shook my
head and moved away from him. I needed to get away from him. That
close to his body, I could smell his aftershave wafting up my
nostrils, making my body warm up against my will. “I don’t fucking
think so. I think it would be better if you just left now,
Sebastian.”

Yeah leave and
never come back. That was good.

“No, he can’t
go.” Ben shouted a bit too high. His cheeks flushed ruddy as he
shifted on the spot. “I mean Mr. Blackwell is here for
business.”

“What?” I
shouted this time. He had to be joking. “You’re doing business with
him?” I asked incredulously.

Ben nodded as
his brows furrowed. “Mr. Blackwell is renewing a contract.”

Oh hell to the
freaking no.

I span around
on the spot and threw my hands up in the air. “This can’t be
happening.” I shrieked as I stomped down the corridor. The guards
and people who had gathered moved out of my way, watching me as if
I were a mad woman just about to lose it. “He can’t just come in
here and do business with us.”

“It’s not your
business, Victoria.” Conrad put in.

I stopped mid
stomp and turned back to him, my finger came out and poked him in
the chest. “Listen to me buster; you do not want to do business
with him. He is trouble with a capital t.”

“Tough.”
Conrad said simply as his big shoulders shrugged. “We need his
business and well...”

My head was
already moving back and fourth with a shake. “Conrad.” I said
slowly. “We don’t need his business.” Hell, I didn’t need to be
dealing with Sebastian on a daily basis.

“We do.”

“We
don’t.”

“We do.” He
repeated through clenched teeth.

“Enough
already.” Ben shouted and marched his way down the corridor,
getting in between me and Conrad. He was big enough to as well.
“You, Victoria are the receptionist; you have no say on who we hire
or who we take up contracts with. You know your job and right now,
you’re overstepping your mark.”

Hurt rushed
through me like a vacuum. Yeah, I’d only worked for them for five
and half months but during that time, we’d all got along really
well. We’d gone out for after work drinks and I’d been introduced
to their parents, Bob and Marie Brewster. I’d met the people who
they’d been dating and had dinner with them and they’d helped me by
giving me a job to get out of the depressed stupor I was in. Now,
Ben was telling me I was overstepping the mark because of
Sebastian.

There was only
one thing I could do.

“Fine,” I said
quietly. “I quit.”

It hurt like
hell and stung like a bitch to say those words but I would do it
and both men knew it.

Ben sucked in
a quick breath and Conrad groaned as he rubbed his eyes. “Now wait
a God damned minute, Victoria. Think about this.”

“There’s
nothing to think about, Ben.” I said as I began to back up. “You do
business with him.” I pointed at Sebastian. “Then there’s no place
here for me.”

“Victoria.”
Sebastian said in
that
voice as he began to approach me.

I held my
hands up but he pushed into them, invading my space. Obviously, he
ignored me and kept on coming at me.