The Boleyn Effect (The Boorman Ending) (23 page)

'So what do you suggest we
do now?' he asks.

'I think maybe we should
end this. You remember Jamie? Well he wants to take things
further...maybe I should take him up on it. Leave you to get on
with your life with Katherine. We had fun and I suppose that's all
it can ever be now you're renewing you vows.'

'Is that what you really
want?'

'Is staying with Katherine
what you really want?' I ask.

I look him in the eye and
it's still there. That electricity. He still wants me, but he's
trying to suppress it. What has Katherine promised in order to keep
him? I'd love to know. But I am a dirty player too. I just need to
regain my inner balance.

'I asked you first,' he
says.

He's avoiding the
question. He doesn't want to give me the answer, because I'm not
going to like it. But I have to try and double bluff him. Just
once.

'Of course not, but I
don't really have any choice. I meant what I said. I am in love
with you Harry, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made. You was
never meant to be mine. I can't keep you.'

To seal my deal and gamble
I lean across and kiss him lightly on the lips. His hand grabs mine
and pulls me back towards him as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
He pushes me back against the sofa and his hands start to pull at
clothing. Feeling him grow and harden between my legs makes me want
to wrap my legs around him and submit. But I can't I have to find
that Leigh that told him no while he fingered me in my studio.
Because she was much stronger than I am now.

'You should never wear
jeans when you come and see me,' he growls.

I push against him and
manage to wiggle from his grasp.

'And you should learn to
listen when a lady says something to you. I'm saying
no.'

I grab my things and walk
confidently out of the office. His secretary glances my way and I
offer her a smile. I'm back and ready to go again. Katherine
knocked me to the floor and I took George with me, but now I've got
back up all by myself and while there's still breath in my body he
will divorce her.

CHAPTER
THIRTY

It didn't happen straight
away, in fact nearly three days later. I was in the middle of a
busy day and I’m nearly back to back with customers. Photographing
a young family is driving me crazy as the little angels will not do
what I ask. With a white backdrop spread across the floor, I've
taken to allowing them to run riot across it, much to the parents
distress. It seems to be working and very very slowly I'm getting
what I need.

Then just as I start to
finish up, Clair comes to my side. Her earlier concern has gone and
she's returned to being icy with me. I've briefly wondered if
pillow talk has extended to George confessing getting his way with
me. But the way I see it now, if she wants to leave then she should
use the door. I can always get another assistant. I am past
caring.

'He's here,' she whispers
in my ear.

'Who's here?' I ask,
briefly turning away from what I'm doing.

She gives a slight nod and
I turn. Harry is stood by the door looking a little
awkward.

'Show him to my office.
Tell I'll see him in a moment.'

She gives me a
strange look as if to say
tell him
yourself
, but doesn't say a word. I
continue to wind up the white backing scene, while listening to my
message being conveyed. I have my back to them and I can't help but
smile. I'm making him wait on me. Put the dynamics of power back
where they were. Hearing the office door open and close, I finally
turn and face Clair.

'How long have I
got?'

'Your next sitting is in
half hour,' she answers.

'Good.'

'Leigh, be careful,' she
says as I pass.

'I know what I'm doing,' I
answer.

'Well I'll be just out
front,' she smiles thinly.

I go to my office door and
I’m suddenly aware and grateful at having a cupboard like office.
No windows anywhere. It's like a box. I reach out and open the
door. Harry turns around as I enter and I offer a smile.

'Sorry I had to keep you
waiting. You've caught me at my busiest.'

'I know I should have
rung, but I was passing and...' he starts.

'So what can I do for
you?'

'I owe you an
apology.'

I perch one arse cheek on
my desk, conscious that the denim of my dungaree dress rises up
showing as much as decent. It works as his eyes go straight to my
thigh. Camel brown Hugg boots cover my feet to my calf and all
that's in between is bare and naked apart from lace
panties.

'What is there to
apologise for?'

'For treating you like
shit. I never meant to hurt you and what you said about loving
me...well it brought that home.'

He seems so big in my
small office and most definitely out of his comfort zone. He knows
how much power I weld over him when we are closed in like this and
it's obviously makes him nervous. He wants me so much, but he's
fighting whether he can keep betraying Katherine.

'Well, I accept your
apology, Harry. Now as you can see I am really snowed under
here.'

I pull myself off my desk
and adjust the skirt demurely. I go to the door, but Harry's hand
stops me and drags me towards him.

'I've come all this way to
apologise the least you could do is accept it properly,' he
snaps.

'And how would you like to
me accept it?'

'You know damn well. Get
back on your desk.'

I wrench my arm away from
his.

'No,' I say.

My heart is pounding as
hard as is his breathing. In this small space I'm aware that I'm
playing a dangerous game, but the danger is the turn-on. He grabs
me again and this time I push him away and he stumbles against my
filing cabinet.

'You stand there in that
dress and dare to tell me no,' he hisses.

I sidle towards him and
press my body against his and hold his glare. The contact between
us both pushes the heat up a notch and I can feel myself start to
shake. I need to remain controlled.

'You're in my office now
and you will do what I say. Now sit!'

There is a moment of shock
on his face, before a raised eyebrow. He moves past me and goes to
sit down on my office chair.

'No! You sit on my desk,'
I instruct.

He does what I tell him
and I sit on my chair with my legs crossed and look him up and
down.

'Now what?' he
smiles.

'Take off your T-shirt and
for future record you wear a shirt and tie when you come and see
me.'

With a large grin he
shrugs off his jacket and tugs the T-shirt over his head dropping
it on the floor.

'Now the
jeans.'

'My jeans?'

'Please don't make me
repeat myself,' I chastise.

Any concerns that I may be
pushing things too far come unfounded as the jeans fall and I see
just how aroused he is. Naked and vulnerable in my office and it's
all for me.

'Sit back on the desk,' I
say.

He does as I tell him.
Naked arse perched on the cheap wood of my desk. Getting up, I go
to where my iPod is docked in speakers and I press play. The sound
of Bon Jovi fills my office and he looks at me
questionably.

'This is going to get
noisy,' I purr.

Going back to where he
waits, I run my hand up his leg and feel him shudder underneath my
touch. With expert fingers I touch with a scraping of nail, his
length and a groan leaves his lips. Merely stroking lightly, I know
I'm not giving him enough, but just a taste of what's to come. He
squirms under my touch and it arouses me even more. Then bending
down, I do the same with my tongue. Running it lightly up and down
while he quivers near my mouth.

'Please...' he
mutters.

'Please what?' I
ask.

'You know
what.'

With my hand now gripping
him, I lightly touch his lips and he's now shaking like a leaf. How
could I have thought that he wouldn't come back to me? That I
didn't have the power?

'Beg,' I smile.

He pulls away slightly as
he meets my eye.

'What?'

'Beg me and I will give
you everything.'

'Very well, I beg you Miss
Boorman, give me everything.'

I slowly wriggle from my
panties. Then hoisting myself up onto the desk, I lower onto him
and allow him to fill and stretch my insides. A loud moan leaves
his lips as he breathlessly asks me to hold.

Giving him a moment, I
undo my braces and pull off my own vest top and bra. His mouth
finds my breasts and I hold him there as I begin to ride him.
Slowly at first to continue my tease, but I find that my own
self-control is not as good as his and I soon pick up pace for my
own benefit.

The wood of the desk pains
my knees, but the pain drives me. My skirt is now bunched up as
Harry grips my waist. His fingers digging hard into flesh.
Clutching his shoulders, his mouth lifts to mine, biting, licking
and groaning into each other.

'I'm ready to come,' Harry
cries against my mouth.

'Hold on, I'm there...hold
on,' I beg.

'Leigh... I can't,' he
cries out.

'My
God...Harry.'

His head in my shoulder
and my face in his hair muffle our mutual climax. Our hearts racing
against each other as my insides throb and ache from my own
assault. Breathless, I start to move, but Harry holds me
still.

'Don't leave me,' he
whispers.

'Why?' I ask.

He moves his head so that
he looks me in the eye. With a hand he strokes my hair from face
and offers me a small smile.

'I don't want to be with
Katherine, because I'm in love with you.'

Straddled on top of him on
my desk, with him still throbbing inside me, I think I am going to
cry. I don't know if it's a triumphant feeling or one of pure joy,
but I just want to kiss him.

'I have clients to see,
but we should talk. If you can I'll see you tonight at the
flat.'

'I'll be there,' he
answers.

Now he allows me to climb
off him and we start to retrieve our clothes. I turn off the music
and watch as he dresses and he catches me.

'You should take a
picture,' he smirks.

'Maybe I will,' I laugh.
'Something to keep me going when you're not here.'

A knock at the door
reminds me that Clair is outside.

'I'll be out in a minute,'
I shout.

'Your next one isn't here
yet. It's something else,' I hear her say.

Sighing, I leave Harry in
my office and step out into the studio.

'Miss Boorman.'

My insides chill at
Gaskill's unimpressed glare. I'm aware that I must look flushed and
ruffled, and I feel a little self-conscious. I'm sure Harry's smell
is all over me.

'Clair, I've left someone
on hold in my office, could you just deal with it,' I
ask.

Catching my meaning, Clair
hurries into my office and shuts the door.

'What do I owe the
pleasure?' I ask moving further away from my office, hoping that
Gaskill follows.

'I've had a visit from Mrs
Cobain. She's asked me to come and see regarding an arrangement
made with her.'

My eyes fleet towards the
closed up office and then back onto Gaskill.

'I don't know anything
about an arrangement.'

Gaskill moves closer
towards me and I suddenly feel nervous in his presence.

'I think you'll find it's
the one where you stopped screwing her husband in exchange for
money.'

'What makes you think I'm
screwing her husband? It seems a bit far-fetched to me,' I
bluff.

'Because it was me that
saw you coming out of that club and before you try and say it was
all innocent...both in the same place...coincidence crap. I don't
think there was anything innocent when he...let's say fucked you
against the alley wall.'

My mouth falls open and my
cheeks heat even more. He was there and more to the point watched
while we...

'I never agreed to
anything,' I manage to say.

'Maybe you did, maybe you
didn't that doesn't concern me, but maybe you and I can come to
some sort of our own arrangement. One where we could all benefit.
One where you don't need to worry about Katherine anymore. I am a
lawyer after all. I make things happen.'

I am now backed into the
wall and looking at my office I wonder how much can be heard from
inside and what on earth is Clair doing in there?

'What sort of an
arrangement?' I barely manage to ask.