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A little more to give away….
From Chapter 3. Not their first meeting, but the one when he makes his intentions clear to her….
The conversation had maintained a serious nature to it all evening and it was not my normal style. I liked frivolity, gaiety and witticisms. I could do sombre mature exchanges. I was not a giggling brash girl who harped on about celebrities or spiteful co-workers nor did I hunger for bitchy gossip. Still, I had to let my hair down from time to time and have fun somehow.
“Why me Mr Lucas?” I plucked up the courage to ask. “This evening’s concert, you could have chosen anyone to take.”
“To take?” he said with a bemused expression. “It was your evening out as much as mine.”
“Then why gate-crash it with your presence?”
“Unwanted am I?”
I blushed terribly as I realised the direction we were heading in was not my intention. I had made myself sound ungracious.
“Oh no,” I backtracked quickly. “I mean, I’m very grateful for the ticket and your company.”
“You said gate-crash Gemma,” he was not going to let my foolish word be dropped.
“I assumed you’d have better things to do then keep me company, that’s all,” I said meekly.
“I enjoy classical music,” said Jason cocking his head to one side. “In fact I purchased the tickets a long time ago. My brother was going to join me but he had to change his plans.”
I felt guilty. Had I usurped his brother from the seat and taken it for myself?
“Yes, a good coincidence, wasn’t it?” he remarked and I was not convinced he was being honest with me. “The charities which are benefitting from tonight’s proceeds includes one I have a particular fondness for. Whether I came or not, the tickets were already purchased.”
“So you wouldn’t have come without your brother? You don’t have any other suitable companions?” I added quickly.
His romantic background remained a mystery. Nobody at work seemed to be aware of girlfriends and the vacuum of information was filled with endless tittle-tattle and gossip.
“I have other family members and friends who could have filled his shoes, then I heard your little disappointed voice by the photocopier,” he swilled the glass of wine about before swallowing a mouthful.
“You have a little black book somewhere do you?” I chirped up. “My name has been added to your list. Is it a long list or am I a convenient stand-in?”
I was trying to be humorous and somehow I knew I had failed to stoke up the belly laughs. The moment my impulsive mouth shut tight, I wondered if I had offended him. His face remained unchanged by my outburst. Before he could answer I leapt back to apologise.
“Sorry, I’m being rude and unappreciative. It’s just you’re my boss, rich and, well, I ask again – why me?”
He did not answer, instead he pinned me down with his gaze. I was flummoxed for a moment and the pause led me to my analytical place. At what point had he decided to give me the spare ticket? The moment he saw me by the photocopier or the project meeting when we barely exchanged a word. That brief meeting in his office seemed to have laid the foundation for something more substantial. Did he give me the ticket because of my musical preferences or because he wanted my company?
Shit! I hated having to think about things sometimes.
“What do you want from me Mr Lucas?” I said taking the bull by the horns. “I’m not a lonely heart in need of solace.”
“Aren’t you?” he said.
“No,” I said adamantly. “I’m quite alright as I am.”
“Indeed,” he pursed his lips and leant forward putting his wine glass down. “Seems to me like you’re in need of something.”
The floor should have swallowed me up and made me disappear. I crushed my legs together and there was that moment of trembling when you know your sexual awakening has been discovered. Was my attraction to him that obvious! He was good-looking and probably expected women to drool over him. He exuded attractiveness and I had responded to him as if I was programmed like a computer. I had probably followed his textbook evening – entertainment, alcohol and then what?
“I don’t have a little black book Gemma,” he said so softly I could barely hear his voice over the hubbub. “I just know when somebody needs me. Arrogant of me to assume so perhaps. I had a spare ticket and you, with your voracious green eyes and shaking fingers, had tempted me into giving it to you.”
“No little black book?” I asked quietly and almost rhetorically.
“No,” he said. “I’ve never needed one. I know what I want.”
I had to pee. It was always the way when my inner thing was activated so successfully. The adrenaline rush was ramped to a high setting and my bladder responded on cue.
“I need to pee,” I said. Did I just say pee! “The ladies,” I added embarrassed.
“I believe it’s the appropriate location,” he said sardonically. “You want my permission?” he commented with a grin.
My mouth opened and nothing came out for a second.
“No of course not,” I said picking up my small clutch purse with those silly shaking hands he had so observantly noticed. Smoothing my skirt down, I went to stand up.
“Are you sure that is all you need?” he asked wryly.
I did not know what to say and practically ran to the toilet.
I never expected sex that night. The prospect seriously had not crossed my mind. After all, I had not been in the company of a single man for what seemed an age. My sex life was in limbo and I had no idea what I needed to do to return it to its normal safe existence. The end of the evening I foresaw was a taxi ride home and then burying my head under the covers with my dancing fingers. I would satisfy my urges on my own as I had done in the past when alone. His face would be plastered on the back of my retina along with his long legs, slender graceful fingers and those damn cornflower blue eyes.
I had served my purpose, or so I thought, I had kept him company and he had satiated his curiosity. At the end of the day, I was just another intern with a decent brain but limited prospects. My ambitions did not really lie with his corporation or for that matter any business in the arena of mergers and acquisitions. I was waiting for my recovery to end and to feel strong on my own two legs again. Physically I was fine, yet emotionally I was a delicate frozen petal and could easily shatter with an inconsiderate touch. Mr Lucas was a dangerous man to play with and I was not up to strength for his games; that was so apparent from the ease in which he flustered me.
Sex had been on holiday in my life for a good reason and I knew it had to be re-established as gratifying and fun. An evening with Jason Lucas had at least kick started my libido and had made me feel desirable. I would be grateful for the effects on my dormant sex drive and go home having taken a few tentative steps towards my goal.
All those resilient thoughts came crashing down when I went to visit the restroom. Looking at my reflection, I reminded myself I was attractive in my own way. Nothing glamorous or splendid but many told me I had a natural beauty which was best served by not being over touched with make-up. I re-applied the faint line of lipstick and ran my tongue along my teeth. My insides were buzzing with the warmth of wine and I was convinced pheromones had permeated my skin and unleashed my wicked side. The hot sexy pulse of my blood flowed eagerly about my body activating all my erogenous zones one at a time until a unison of nerve endings shouted out for pleasure.
I came back from a visit to the restroom and when I sat down he took my hand again, my insides went delirious. Perhaps I had been over thinking my situation too much and should simply concentrate on the moment I existed in and not the God awful past.
“I don’t do this kind of thing Gemma, I find you intriguing and I’m drawn to you like a moth to fire,” his voice, even with the background noise, was clear but very quiet, tone mesmerising. His long steady index finger swept back the hair out of my face. “You’re lonely and quite in need of a good time. Let me finish this evening off for you in a style you should enjoy. What would you say Gemma Marshall if I said I want to take you back to my place and fuck you senseless.”
He looked at me earnestly and with unfaltering confidence; a man used to getting his own way. I perceptibly gulped and looked down at my shoes. Part of me still wanted the floor to swallow me up, however, my libido thought differently and she won.
Oh yes, fuck me please!
Then that other part of me shouted from where I had buried her, and spank me, tied me up, make me do whatever you like. She had awoken, and I did not know how to tame her or put her back to sleep. Yes, the moment had come and I was going to live it.
My answer was simple.
“Yes please,” I said mouse-like. “I think I would like that.”
The evening was drawing to an end, as we drove in the darkness, out of the city to the perimeter of the suburbs. The landscape was very open here, picturesque villages chained together by an extensive commuting network. Then we arrived at a set of iron gates, ornate ones that swung open automatically and we sped past a small gatehouse that had a light on inside. Down a tree-lined driveway, which must be a quarter of a mile long. The car halted outside a house, no a mansion. Outwardly, it looked a hundred or so years old, with stone blocks and windows with small arches above them. Ivy grew up around the decoratively carved porchway with the large oak door recessed and imposing like the entrance to a castle.
We had travelled in an interminable oppressive silence, waiting desperately for the strange stillness to be interrupted. Neither of us did the deed though. Both of us shunned speech as if it might ruin the occasion. He might back out of the arrangement or my blabbering mouth might blurt out something inappropriate. My hands had been shaking with anticipation and I could not bring myself to look at my fellow passenger. Nothing transpired between us and the bizarreness of the situation was not lost on me.
How could I be here with a strikingly handsome man and not be talking. Was I making a mistake? I would normally arrange to contact someone if I went out with a man for the first time or leave details of where I was going. Nobody knew I was with him. How could I back out and walk away from the situation with my head held high and my sanity in place. Then the realisation stuck me, I did not want to. My sexual reawakening needed completion and I had to trust my instincts. For most of my life, they had served me very well. The car halted and Jason Lucas climbed out with a swift graceful movement. I shuffled over to the opened door. A calming hand appeared to take my trembling one.
“Come Gemma.” A command, not a request.