Cherry Girl (Blackstone Affair) (17 page)

I had her exactly how I wanted her.  Hot, sexed, and submissive.
  Better than I remembered. And, bloody fuckin’ hell if I was out of my mind with wanting, barely coherent of what I said to her.  Or did.

It was
on
with my Cherry once again.

The flowery scent of her skin wound me up something fierce to the point I was thinking about noth
ing else but getting my cock into her.  I was going for it right then with her in my office.  And the fuckin’ desk would just have to do.  In a few minutes it would become a literal fuckin’ desk.

I was figuring what the best maneuver would be to get her from the wall to where I co
uld make a place to lay her out in all her cherry-haired glory so I could push my way back in.  And make her see what was so clear to me.  She wanted me too.  I knew she did, down deep in my bones.

Oh yeah, the vision was all coming together in my mind beautifully.  Me picking her up and hauling her over onto my desk.  My fingers finding the button that locked the bloody door so nobody would interrupt.  My mouth on her throat making its way down to savor breasts that tasted sweeter than honey.  My palms pushing up the tight black skirt that caressed her arse, before moving them along to the inside of thighs I would spread wide for—

Ethan busted into my office and ruined everything.

Motherfuckin’ cunt of the world!

“Look at what’s just arrived, mate.  I had to come tell you in person.  It’s fucking amazing—”  Ethan cut off whatever he was saying mid-speech and backed out of the door, muttering something about coming back later.

Yeah, you do that, E.

I might just have to kill him for that.

While I was mentally eviscerating E
than for his untimely visit, Elaina made good her escape.  She gave a little squeak, ducked under my arm and took off.  I tried to hold her back but she was too fast and had just enough leeway to skirt the other way and bolt.

My hand snatched at empty air.

But I could still smell her.  The gentle flowery scent that I loved, above all others, was still present in the room even when she wasn’t.

I went over to my desk and sat down slowly.  Slow was the operative word due to the state of my cock.
  My dick was so hard by that point, I could have used it to punch in the numbers to dial up Personnel.

“BSI Personnel Dep
artment, Helen speaking, how may I direct you?”

“Helen, this is Neil.  I need to know who’s on the board for self-defense
training for Elaina Morrison, today at five.”

“That would be Terrence, Mr. McManus.”

“Thank you, Helen.  Just need to free up some bodies and tweak the timing a bit.  You’ve been very helpful.”

I dialed again.

“Terrence Shaw here.”

“Terrence, this is Neil.  I’
m going to have to pull you off the SD training for Elaina Morrison.  You’re scheduled for five o’clock today.  We need you on another job.”

“All right, boss.  Just tell me where you want me and what time,” Terrence replied easily.

Good man that Terrence.  Might need to see he gets a nice bonus at Christmas for being so agreeable.

“Right.  Well something’s come up that is definitely taking priority
for today.  Miss Morrison will just have to be rescheduled for some time next week.  Got a pen?”

I ended the call with
Terrence and leaned back in my chair, feeling pretty damn smug about my master scheduling skills.  I was learning how to play the game, and I had to say it felt really good to
have
a plan.  For the first time since she’d reappeared back into my life, I knew what I was going to do.

I checked my watch.

Two hours.

Two more hours until I h
ad her alone in a room with me.

This time? 
There weren’t going to be
any
interruptions.

21

B
y the time I made it back to my switchboard
I was a shaking mess of confusion and worry and hormones.  A stop at the loo to put myself back in order hadn’t helped much.  I knew enough to realize I was in deep, serious trouble, but then I also didn’t have any earthly idea about how to get out of it either.

Nei
l wanted to fuck me.  In his office.

And I would have let him.

What in the hell had gotten into Neil?  Caveman plus Greek god equaled big problems for me.  If Ethan hadn’t interrupted we would’ve been going at it hard on his desk at that moment.  Jesus Christ…

I sat there for a minute and tried to process
what had just happened with Neil in his office.

What did
all this mean coming from him?  Was he trying to torture me?

Did he just expect I would sleep with him whenever the urge struck?  Was that payback
just then for leaving him all those years ago?  Was he just being a manipulative bastard and trying to guilt me back into his bed because he thought he might get away with it?

Well, if so
, then he was a delusional bastard as well as a manipulative one.  I sat and seethed in my chair, getting angrier and angrier with every moment that passed.

I opened up my email and started typing.

TO:  nmcmanus @bsiltd.co.uk

If you think I’m allowing you to drive me home tonight you
are bloody dreaming.  LEAVE ME ALONE.

I had some hope
he really
got
my message, both literally and figuratively, because this time he didn’t reply.  Maybe some sense had been smacked into that thick head of his when the boss caught him trying to have sex with an employee on work premises.  Wasn’t my fault.  This one was completely on Neil.  He made the mess.  He could sort it out.

Once five o’clock rolled around
, I’d calmed down enough to think about my self-defense class.  Maybe I’d learn some techniques I could use on Neil if he tried to seduce me in his office again.

Would there be a next time? 
There can’t be a next time, stupid.

I told myself to shelve the matter for the time being, as I
had to focus my attentions on the class I was about to attend.  I left the locker room adjacent to the training facility dressed and ready.  The memo had suggested comfortable clothes and shoes for the class, so I’d brought a bag along with me today with trainers and work-out gear.

I came out into the main
room where I was supposed to meet the instructor, someone named Terrence.  The classes were one-on-one, to maximize the benefit of the time allocated.  Apparently BSI didn’t mess about when it came to this stuff.

The l
ights were on, and there was a Power-Point set up in the back, but I didn’t see anyone in the room.

“Hello?”
I called out but was met with silence.

I walked over to the mat in the center and looked around the room.  Typical work-out facility with weight machines and treadmills, free weights and
assorted equipment for training in the martial arts.  Probably did the whole Krav Maga thing here too.  It was quite the rage and I had friends that never missed a class.

I’d keep an o
pen mind, but I wasn’t into that sort of thing really.  I preferred taking walks outside, or maybe Pilates, or yoga in the park.  I was into more mellow forms of exercise than what could be had indoors behind the walls of a gym.

I heard the sounds of the double
doors opening behind me and turned to see.

Not
my instructor named Terrence.

Neil?

Neil.  Dressed all in black, nylon joggers and a long sleeved dry-fit that followed the form of his chest and arms like a second skin.

He walked slowly toward
s me; his eyes predatory again as they devoured me.

“
There’s been a change of instructors.  I’m afraid you get me.”

“What
the h-hell?” she stammered, her expression one of furious beauty, as well as utter contempt.

That’
s very good.  She can use it to her advantage.

“Y
ou cannot be serious,” she said, her mouth falling open in surprise.

“Oh, I’m very serious about self-defense training for all employees at BSI.”

“That’s not what I meant, Neil, and you’re very aware of it.”  She stomped her foot and pursed her lips together in a sexy pout that sent my cock into instant hardness.  I wanted to kiss those angry lips of hers until she yielded to the inevitable.

Me, her—
gettin’ down to it.  Once I cracked that hard outer shell she’d encased herself in, I’d have a way to reach her, and we could figure out the rest.

I
shrugged at her and asked, “Shall we begin?”  I held out my arm with the palm up, directing to a position on the mat where she should stand.

“No!”
she shouted.  “We’re not beginning anything.”

“You a
re here for a required class, yes?”  I started pacing her, slowly in a circle.  She turned her body to follow me.  “You must be trained in self-defense.”  I pointed both fingers at her.  “I’m here to teach you.”  I pointed my thumbs back at my chest, all the while still circling her, making her more and more uncomfortable as the seconds passed.

It’s always good to have a plan.

“But you can’t just come in here and be my instructor after what—what just happened in your office but three hours ago!”

“
I don’t see any other instructors in the room, do you?”  I looked around at the walls for dramatic effect.  “Just me.”  I tightened my circle, getting closer in distance, and watched her eyes grow dark.  My taunts were making her angrier by the second.

“This isn’t right, Neil—f-for you to be doing th-this to me,” she sputtered.

“There you go again with that word, Cherry. 
This
is such a nebulous term in my opinion.  I really think I need to demand a solid definition for your usage of the word
this
.”

“Why are you being so cruel?  Haven’t I suffered enough, you sadistic arsehole!”

“Did it make you angry, Cherry?  Do you want to beat me right now for what I tried to do to you earlier in my office?”

She glared and panted in
short breaths, her beautiful breasts heaving under that tight pink sports top she wore.  I desperately wanted to tear it off her and see her naked tits.

Soon.

I kept at her.  “I would have you know, if E hadn't come in when he did?”  I held my hands out in show of surrender.  “Well, you know I would've had you spread out on my desk and screaming my name in under two minutes—”

She slapped me
hard right across the face, the sharp sting bolstering me to finish the task at hand.

“
Shut up!  Shut your dirty mouth, you bastard.  Why are you saying such things to me?  Why are you taunting me so cruelly?”

I held out my hands, offering my body, offering myself
to her.

“
That's right, Cherry, let it all out.  Hit me.  I can take it.  Say what it is that's made you so very, very angry with me.  It is me, isn’t it?  It’s me that you’re angry at.”

She paused, breasts still heaving, her
fury on the verge of release when I let her have the rest.

“
Time for the truth now, beautiful girl.  Come on.”  I gestured toward my chest.  “No more lies, no more fading away into the background and giving up.  Truth only.  Say it out loud so I can hear you!  SAY THE FUCKIN’TRUTH TO ME NOW.”

She
hit me over the chest, arms and face, with all the wrath of a volatile female, enraged, and fighting her way closer to me with every smack and slap she dealt out.

“
You didn't come for me.  You should have come for me in Italy, and told me the goddamn truth.  You let me believe in something that kept us apart.  I loved you, and you let me stay away when you could have come for me! 
YOU
DID THAT, NEIL.”

She collapsed against my body
then, crying in great anguished sobs, the fight gone out of her, the truth finally revealed.

I held her close and c
radled her head against my chest.  Against my heart where she had always been, even when we were apart.  Where she would always be.

“I know
,” I said against her ear so she could hear me clearly.

I took her face in my hands and lifted it up.  My Cherry’s face was wrecked
with tears, and streaked with black eye makeup, and yet, the quiet stillness of her as I held her there to me, made her appear so beautiful.  It was the truth of the moment I guess.  We were finally there on the same page, at the same time, reading the same fuckin’ book.

“
I know, I know, I know, Cherry Girl.  I was so wrong.  I
should
have come for you.”  My thumbs caressed her cheeks as I held her, trying to make her understand.  “I am so sorry.”

I kept her face very close, held in my hands and brought my lips to hers.
 

She flinched.

“Let me, Cherry.  Let me in now,” I whispered softly, my plea both a request and a command.

I tried again,
and this time she accepted my kiss.  Her soft lips quivering under mine in beautiful acquiesce.   I deepened the kiss.  I showed her all we'd missed in the intervening years.  I showed her how good it could feel to have your lover's tongue in your mouth.  I showed her my love.

From there
, things got crazy, to the point I was supremely grateful for disabling the video surveillance for this room. 

I walked us
to a padded wall and set her back up against it.  Nothing was going to stop me this time.  Nothing.

Not even her.

Neil’s hands were all over me; his tongue was in my mouth, his body swallowing me up.  I couldn’t do much more than let him take me.

I was
on fire, everywhere, and my mind was lost in the taste and the scent of him as we consumed each other in the training facility room, up against a padded wall.