Initiate Me (13 page)

"Jessica!” I roared her name. “What the fuck do you want now?"

She'd been calling me on and off for months. Ever since she'd heard about my shoulder injury, she all of a sudden wanted me back.

"Oh, baby, don't be like that." I heard her acidic voice pour out of my Bluetooth connection in the car. "You know you still want me."

Wanted her? Yeah, I wanted her like I wanted to drink poison.

"Didn't you hear me right the last time I spoke to you, or all the other times before that?"
Stupid bitch does the dirty on me and now she's bored with her boy toy she wants me back. Well, fuck her!
"Don't call me again, Jessica. I'm warning you. It was over the minute you spread your legs for not only one of my co-workers but a guy almost half your age!" I hung up. My hard-on was now non-existent. Damn, she made my blood boil.

I met Jessica at a popular nightclub in Adelaide. We had sex. Hot, demanding sex; exactly how I liked it. I considered myself to be a respectable guy, always treating women with admiration. We dated for six months before we got engaged. Jessica gave me exactly what I needed in bed, which a lot of women couldn't. We were together for almost three years. For three years I cherished her, had given her everything. I thought I'd found perfection but all I found was disillusion instead.

My eyes narrowed as I cast my mind back to that afternoon when I caught her in bed with one of the young rookies I had been training at work. That was why Mia's friendship with young Brandon really pissed me off.

To add insult to injury, Jessica wanted me back and came grovelling back to me the very next day.

I didn't. Told her I never would.

My eyes closed as I pictured that horrible day...

"Hey, Zane, why are you leaving so early? You never leave the office this early," my assistant Bruce asked.

"I'm surprising Jessica. She's always complaining I work too much, so I'd thought I'd pick up some dinner from that new place down Frome Street and be home early for a change."

"Zane, you're whipped, man," Bruce said with a smile. "I've not been here long, but you've never left this place before eight pm. Jessica will be surprised, that's for sure."

"Whipped?" I laughed. "I haven't heard that word in years. She's my fiancée and I've been neglecting her. I need to make it up to her somehow. Okay, wish me luck to get back into her good books."

I said goodbye to Bruce and quickly breezed into the florist after picking up the dinner before going home. When I arrived, I couldn’t find Jessica anywhere downstairs. I grinned with the anticipation that she may be upstairs, sprawled out on the bed waiting for me, in her sexy lingerie and perhaps with a few of my favourite toys.

When I opened the door, I most definitely found her in bed, minus the sexy lingerie – hell, she wasn’t dressed at all! And she wasn’t alone. I froze as shock filled me.

“Ohhh, Ricky!” Jessica cried out. The minute I heard her crying out another man’s name, a man who was supposedly my friend, all my illusions of happily ever after were shattered.

I stood in the dim light, watching as one of my mates screwed my fiancée. The bastard. I cleared my throat as I heard her scream again in the throes of ecstasy. The two of them froze – locked in their torrid embrace – before their heads turned and they looked at me in horror.

I walked out of the room and waited downstairs. Soon after, Ricky scurried out of the house with his head down. Jessica came rushing toward me and started begging for my forgiveness.

She had no chance. No chance in Hell.

I shook off the unpleasant memory as I exited the car. I was shattered but only for a second. For almost three years, I had sacrificed so much of myself to please her, gave her everything she wanted, but none of that was ever enough. She’d wanted everything from me.

Once again, she wanted me back, yet I needed to move on. The only person I'd even consider entering a relationship with, was Mia. Mia was different; I knew her family, her background. I’d seen her mature into a woman but I had to admit it, I was scared.

Scared of failure.

***

MIA

W
orking with Zane was agonising and frustrating. I wanted him but Jada advised me to make him squirm and I sure as hell was going to make him squirm.

After our little meeting with Max, Zane had been on his best behaviour. In fact, he was acting like the perfect gentleman. I wasn’t not sure I liked it; I wanted him to be annoying and infuriating. I wanted him to be flirtatious and rub himself against me at every opportunity, just like he used to. But he didn’t.

It was getting late in the day and I hadn’t seen Zane all afternoon. If I needed to make him squirm, I at least had to see him; or better yet,
him see
me. I made sure I dressed in sexier clothing, still ensuring it was still appropriate office attire. I was wearing a chic black dress which hugged my curves like a second skin. It moulded my breasts, showing a hint of cleavage and it ended modestly at my knees. Unfortunately, Zane had been in and out of meetings all day with Max and Marco, so he barely had the time to notice me.

Damn it, why did he have to be so nice all of a sudden?

“Mia, can you watch the front desk for a bit while I step out to go grab some coffees?” Winter knocked on my door but I must have been oblivious to her because I was daydreaming again, about Zane, of course.

“Mia, did you hear what I said?” Winter asked again.

“Oh, sorry, I was in deep thought. What was it you wanted me to do again?” I stared at her blankly.

Winter giggled. “What is wrong with you today? You are acting strange for some reason.”

“I am? Maybe I’m just tired. I had a big day yesterday rearranging my entire wardrobe. You know, ‘out with the old in with the new’ type of thing. I have so many clothes I’ve never worn; it seemed silly not to give them to charity.”

I sure hoped Winter couldn’t tell I was lying to her. Well, it was only a little white lie. I
did
actually rearrange my wardrobe, but the whole time I was doing it, I was thinking of Zane, imagining what he would think of me in a certain dress, skirt or outfit. Shit, I was totally obsessed with him; it was ridiculous.

“I won’t be long. I’ll be back soon. You want anything?” Winter asked before she flew out the door.

“No, I’m fine, thanks. Go, I will be fine here.”

I was so angry with Zane for avoiding me all day, especially after Friday night. It was a habit he was beginning to form, where he left me there hungry for him. At least he admitted he still wanted to teach me. Oh, God, just thinking about it made me wet. I really didn’t want another round with the vibrator.

Winter’s phone lit up and I quickly answered it. As I was on the phone, Lauren, the blonde floozy from accounts Zane was talking about the other week, sauntered in.

“Oh, hi, Mia. I was expecting Winter. I was looking for Zane. Is he in?” she asked casually.

I was seething. There was no reason for me to be jealous; I knew Zane wanted me. But I was jealous, jealous as hell.

“No. Zane’s busy. He is in a very important meeting and cannot be disturbed. Why? What did you need? Maybe I can help you. Zane and I do work very closely together, you know.” I just thought I’d slip that little warning in for Lauren.

However, it went unnoticed as she then said, “Oh, it doesn’t matter. Can you let him know to give me a call about tonight? I’ve left my phone at home and I can’t text him. Thanks, Mia,” she offered, swinging her skinny arse out the door.

Damn, she was the complete opposite to me. Where she was blonde and slim, I was raven-haired and voluptuous. I already had a complex about my weight as it was, in particularly my butt. I knew I wasn’t fat, but the amount of exercise I did and calories I counted to stay that size was a joke. It was so unfair that other women had it so easy.

Once Zane and I make love there will be no more women, no more ‘Lauren’s’ interfering or trying to get near him
. Zane was mine and I was going to get to the bottom of those so-called plans he had made with Lauren that evening, even if I had to break his fingers to do it.

I think it is time I interrupted that
important
meeting to start making him squirm.

***

ZANE

W
hen Mia interrupted our meeting, my eyes met hers and she licked her lips and smiled seductively. Wantonly. Like she was picturing me naked. In front of both her brothers!

“Hey, brat, what is it you wanted for you to barge in here unannounced?” Max asked her. Marco simply glared at her, obviously not happy she had interrupted us. Marco looked from Mia and then toward me, a cheeky smile spread across his face.
The bastard, if he so much as says anything about me being attracted to his sister and embarrass her in any way, I will deck him
.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Max and
Marco
,” she uttered Marco’s name with sarcasm. “Something important has come up and I need to speak with Zane.”

A wave of lust heated my balls. Fuck, she looked sexy in that dress. Her eyes were trying to speak to me and she was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I didn’t; I was too busy checking out her magnificent cleavage and the expanse of shapely thighs which were on display. Damn, it should be illegal to wear clothes like that in an office. It was a simple dress, but it clung to every delectable curve.

Max laughed. “Sure thing, Mia. Once Zane picks his jaw up off the floor, he’s all yours. We were almost done here anyway. Zane, I’ll see you tomorrow to go through the final rundown before you leave for Queensland. I want the Sinclair and Brunetti wineries to be fitted with the most up-to-date and technological security systems.”

“That’s right,” Marco added. “That last burglary cost us a fortune. I’ve got Brandon working on the insurance claim now and it’s huge.”

My jaw tightened at the mention of Brandon’s name. “I’ll have a look at everything Max; don’t stress. I’ll keep my eye out for something revolutionary to outfit the resorts and wineries. There are a few systems I have seen already that I want to take closer look at.”

Mia was perched on Max’s desk and her dress rose even higher up her thighs. Hot damn!
Did she purposely come in here to get me flustered, because it was working really well. Fuck.
My dick throbbed in my pants, reminding me how close I was to blowing. I had to get out of there, out of the office before Max or Marco noticed. But it got worse. Mia seductively moved off the desk and walked toward me, ensuring she brushed herself against me, against my growing erection.

Fuck. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that hard for a woman. Pure lust unlike anything I had ever experienced before hit me. I knew the connection between the two of us was powerful, but it was going way beyond lust. Her eyes met mine briefly as she took a slow ride down my body. On her way back up, her eyes paused on my dick. There was no way anyone could miss how turned on I was.

I looked up and locked eyes with Max; he was smirking, too, just like his bastard of a brother. But fuck me, she was beautiful.

“So, what is it you want to talk about, Mia?” I cleared my voice, trying to sound composed and gain some control of my situation.

“Well, I’d rather speak to you about it in your office if you don’t mind. It doesn’t concern my brothers, so I’ll wait for you in there while you finish up your meeting.” Mia winked at me and with a throaty laugh, she turned on her heels and walked out of Max’s office.

As she closed the door, Marco let out a huge bellow of laughter. “Man, you should have seen your face. It was priceless, wasn’t it, Max?”

“Sure was, but I’m glad you restrained your laughter for when she left; otherwise, you would have hurt her feelings,” Max answered.

“Hurt her feelings? Are you serious? She wants him and he wants her; why would she be embarrassed about that? Did you see what squirt did?” Marco said, his eyes wide in astonishment.

“I’m glad the two of you think it’s hilarious, laughing at your sister like that, but...”

“We are not laughing at our sister, dickhead. We’re laughing at you!” Max roared with laughter that time. “Mia has you all in knots, and you don’t like it one bit. Mr Control Freak himself can’t cope. I love it.”

I turned my back on the both of them, reminding myself not to lose it because they were my bosses. But I didn’t give a flying fuck. “Fuck off, the both of you!” I could still hear them laughing as I walked out the door.

ZANE

W
alking down the hall to my office, I made sure I had my dick under control again and to play nicely with Mia. I caught sight of her leaning over my desk, perusing some files I had left out for her earlier. Although her skin-tight black dress covered her body, it hugged her to perfection. It was then I noticed her shoes; they were high as fucking hell and zebra print. Her tanned legs looked a mile long and immediately I had visions of them wrapped tightly across my thrusting hips, with those shoes digging into my back and arse. Fuck, so much for trying to gain control. I groaned as I walked around to my desk and sat down to try and cover my budding hard-on.

It was going to be a long fucking afternoon.

“Okay, what is it? What is so urgent you had to pull me out of a very important meeting? It better be good, angel.”

“I don’t want to wait anymore, Zane.”

“You don’t want to wait anymore for what?”

“For us. You said you wanted to wait until we got to Queensland. Well, I...I’m ready. I admit, I’m not sure if this was the right thing to do, here in the workplace, in the office but I know what I want. I am not uncertain anymore. That’s if you still want me.”

What the hell made her think I didn’t want her? I was going to drown in those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. The tip of her tongue slipped out and wet her lips. Mia narrowed her eyes, and her voice dropped to a whisper, soft and intimate, just for my ears.

“Unless of course, you still think you’re too old for me? Because I don’t want someone who’s going to be all careful and delicate with me when what you need is a woman to make love with—”