Bring me to life (The golden collection) (18 page)

             
He put his hand on my knee. His touch on my bare leg was electrifying. I slowly removed my hands and looked up into his eyes. He was beautiful. The feeling began low in my stomach. I needed him, I lusted after him and I loved him. It hurt again.             

             
"I know" he said softly, trailing his fingers up and down my leg. "I'm sorry. I told myself over and over again today to get over you. Every time I saw you- I wanted to grab you and kiss every inch of you. I couldn't and it  is fucking frustrating for me."             

             
"Are you with her?" I cried reaching out and grabbing his hand. I began to rub my fingers over his knuckles. He had such big hands, powerful, controlling and in luring. Like him.             

             
"No" he smiled. "I want to be with you." His words took my breath away. We sat staring at each other lost in our own little world.             

             
"Georgina!"

             
My hand moved from Maxwell's quickly and I regained myself back. I looked up and Blake was walking towards us. He had a big grin on his face. I felt relief he couldn't of seen or heard anything.

             
"What are you doing out here?"             

             
I smiled back and looked over at Maxwell. He threw his cigarette and folded his arms. He was giving Blake the cold glare. I laughed in my head at the thought of what he said about Blake and the soup.             

             
"Me and Maxwell were just talking."             

             
"About?"                           

             
"Maxwell was telling me about a conference this weekend and he wants me to go with him." It was the only way I could see him again and I was desperate for him. I looked over urging him with my eyes. He understood and a little grin came to his lips.             

             
"Really?" Blake narrowed his eyes. "Couldn't you speak about it tomorrow?"             

             
Maxwell shrugged and began to rub his thumb over his lips. He was thinking. "Yes, but I only found out tonight. It will be good for Georgina to come with me. She'll learn more about the business and it will be a perfect way to introduce her into scene."              

             
Blake nodded. He held out his hand and I took it. "If needs must." He helped me get up. "Come, let's go back to our celebration." He led me back indoors.             

             
"Oh and Miss Dawson" Maxwell yelled after us. I turned round to look at him. He was smiling ear to ear. "Bring something dressy there will be a formal do." He winked and I started biting my lip.

             
Another weekend with Maxwell... I couldn't wait.

CHAPTER 11

             
I couldn't take my eyes away from her. Here we were sitting in a meeting and all I could think about was sprawling her over this table. I shifted in my seat to get a better glance of those legs. Every aspect of her was endearing.

             
I watched how she brushed a strand of hair away from her face and the way her mouth pouted as she concentrated. A whole weekend away with her alone.

             
No shit face Blake, no business, no Oxford.

             
Just us.

             
The excitement began and I coughed to try to relieve my discomfort. She looked over and started biting down on that lip. She must be thinking the same. A little grin appeared on my lips and I slowly undressed her with my eyes.

             
I looked over at the clock, not long and she would be under my control. Anything was welcomed this weekend. I could do anything I wanted to do. She was mine.              

             
"Maxwell!" I turned to see my managing director glaring at me. "Did you hear?"

             
I waved my hand. "Yeah, yeah!! Good as soon as you know when the publicity will start let me know. Shall we call it a day?" She nodded.
Thank fuck for that.
"Good, have a nice weekend."

             
Straight away everyone dashed to the door leaving me and Georgina alone.

             
I loved being the boss!!
             

             
Georgina got up and picked up all her bits. I followed her lead. "You want to share the lift with me?" She said in a suggestive manner.              

             
"Lead the way" she smiled leaving me trailing behind. I could study her all day long if she let me. Beautiful long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, rosebud lips and such a hot body. Yes, she ticked all the boxes for me.

             
She stopped and called the lift. We both stood there not talking. Every now and again our eyes would lock, she would blush and look away. The lift pinged, opened and we stepped inside. Once alone with the doors safely shut I reached out and placed my hand on her perfect arse.             

             
"Mr Thomas, you're breaking the golden rule" she laughed.             

             
I looked down and gave a smug grin. "What are you doing to me, Miss Dawson?"              

             
She grabbed my tie and yanked it down...Our lips were itches apart.             

             
"Oh Mr Thomas, I think you mean
what am I
going to do with you?" Her lips met mine and her tongue invaded my mouth.

             
The lift pinged and we jumped apart just as the doors opened. A few people stepped in. I looked over and blew a little air out of my mouth. She blew a kiss in my direction. I couldn't wait for work to end. .. . . .

             
We were sat in the car ready to start our weekend. As soon as that clock hit 5.30pm I grabbed her and dashed for the door. I didn't want to waste one special moment of our weekend together. I had put a lot of thought and planning into this. I wanted this to me the time of our lives. I watched her do the seat belt and sit back.              "You need to wear this!" I waved a blind fold up.

             
She raised an eyebrow and took it. She began to study it. "What sort of kinky stuff are you into?"             

             
I laughed. "Always thinking about one thing. Put it on!" I ordered. She did as I asked. "Suits you. Now keep it on till I say."             

             
"Why?"             

             
I lent towards her and kissed her cheek. "All in good time, Miss Dawson. All in good time." I sat back in my seat and turned the ignition on. The music blared through the car- Damien Dawn your heart.             

             
"Oh my god! I love this song" Georgina gasped, she held her hand to her chest and began to sing along.             

             
I loved this song too. I was hardly a very sentimental man but after Sunday I had listened to

over a thousand times. The words were so true. "And when you're next to me, you're still light in my reach, But I just long for you, My soul is dark, I cease the night." And hearing Georgina singing them they meant even more.

             
I got the car moving and we were off.             

             
I felt content for the first time in years. Here I was taking a beautiful woman away for the weekend. I felt young and carefree. I was hardly young. I had missed out on a lot.  Everything has been always about the business. The only truly happy moment was watching Olivia be born and now she was miles away calling another man Dad. Fucking prick! Business got in the way of everything. Thank god! For a whole weekend I didn't have to think about it. Georgina was mine for the weekend. We could pretend to be different people. Before I knew it we at our destination. I cut the engine and Georgina spun round to look at me.             

             
"Why we stopping?"             

             
"We are here!" I laughed.             

             
"You said we were leaving Oxford far away. I doubt we are even a mile away from it." She folded her arms and slumped back into the seat.             

             
"Wait and see" I got out, walked round and helped Georgina out. "Wait here!" I ordered. I looked over and the staff were all there waiting. I threw my keys at the youngest. "Bags are in the boot." He caught the keys, nodded and got on with his task.             

             
"What are you doing?" snapped Georgina her arms were still folded and she was tapping her foot impatiently. It was an amusing sight. I wonder how long I could make her stand there. I started to laugh I shouldn't be mean.

             
"MAXWELL!!"             

             
"Come" I grabbed her hand and escorted over to the plane. "There's steps be careful." I helped her with the stairs once inside I removed the blindfold. "Ta-da!!"

             
She looked around the tiny cabin.             

             
"Is this yours?" She began to walk around. It was only a little plane nothing too flashy. It had two sets of seats and two tables. You couldn't travel far as it didn't have a bathroom. I used it mostly for business meetings in Europe and Ireland.             

             
"My companies" I smiled. I sat down in one of the seats. Georgina was in awe of it all. I had impressed. Not like that was important. She looked like a little child lost in time. She turned and smiled. "Take a seat."              She sat down next to me.

             
"Where are we going?"             

             
"Cannes" I raised an eyebrow.              

             
"Cannes" she played with the word. "Wow, that is away from Oxford. I have never been to France. It's meant to be beautiful there. Why did you choose Cannes?"             

             
"My parents have a holiday home there. I haven't been for a while and they said it was free this weekend." I grabbed hold of her hand. It was good to touch her whenever I wanted to. "I want to make our weekend special." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "For I know this could be our last."             

             
The smile fell from her face and she looked up. Her eyes big and dull. "Please" she sighed. "Can we just have fun and forget about life for a little bit. At this moment in time there is no Blake, no business. Please!" she urged.

             
Those words were like music to my ears. We were very much alike. I wrapped an arm around her and fell into my embrace. The air-hostess came on board. I didn't have to remove my arm and that felt good. A whole weekend where no one knew who we were. We could relax and enjoy one another. This was going to be perfect.

CHAPTER 12

"Oh my god!" I laughed as I ran from room to room. The place was amazing. All marble floors, white clean walls, Roman style pillars and that was just the living room. I ran into the bedroom, a four poster bed with blue drapes with a fancy on-suite bathroom with all the mod cons and the biggest bath I had ever seen.

             
In another room, wow a cinema room. I ran back into the living room. Maxwell was standing smiling at me. Then I noticed the large balcony doors. I opened them and stepped outside. The view was amazing and so was the hot tub.              

             
"That's La Croisette beach" He whispered in my ear. I felt his arms wrap round my waist and  he rested his head on my shoulder. It was beautiful the full moon reflecting on the sea. clear sky and the stars twinkling. I closed my eyes and took in the fresh cool air.

             
This didn't feel real . . . I hoped I wasn't dreaming and if I was I never wanted to wake up.             

             
"It's all real, baby" He began to kiss my neck. I stood frozen.

             
Could he read my mind now?

             
Or did he feel the exact same way I did. I hoped he did.

             
Then the pang of guilt hit me. Blake would be sitting eating dinner alone and here I was in France with my bit on the side. His kisses felt too good. He meant more than just a bit on the side. Every time I was next to him my heart would pound and a wave of desire came over me. This man was beautiful, truthful. successful, sexy, strong and most of all he loved me. I turned to face him, placed my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.