I Promise You (4 page)

 I spread my
legs even further apart, as the feeling was becoming more intense.

If Jack was
speaking to me then my mind had gone blank. In and out my fingers went, wetter
and wetter every time.

My heart felt
like it was about to give up. I could feel it, feel the sensation building and
building. As I took hold of the sheets to brace myself, I let out a scream, a
scream like no other, my body shaking and trembling with the force of my
orgasm.

I hoped that
the hotel staff would not burst in and see what caused me to make this
undignified noise with my fingers still inside me being sucked and sucked by
some invisible force.

“Autum, Autum
are you ok? I thought I’d lost you for a moment”

Still
breathless and wet with my legs now flopping outwards and my insides still
throbbing I replied “I’m fine honey, just didn’t realise how good that could
be”

“Well, promise
not to replace me with that finger will you”

 “I won’t” I
said, as we both laughed.

Before I knew
it we were into our second week of our working holiday. Frank went jogging most
mornings before work, along with Julian his new buddy and in a way I was glad.

Rebecca and I
had managed to have some girlie time together when we went out shopping.

“So how
serious is it with you and Julian?”

“Oh just
having a bit of fun, he is so charming and sweet and is such a great lover I
can understand why he is a lady’s man, he’s hung like a..”

“Hold up girl,
way too much information,” and we both laughed.

“Julian says
that Frank has been trying to find out some inside gossip on you and Jack”

“What? Why?”

“Not sure”

“What’s he
been asking about me?”

“Things like
where you both met, does he often stay over, what do your friends think about
him, and do they think he’s good enough for you, things like that”

“What the
hell! What if he stays over? What the fuck has that got to do with him?”

“Has he not
said anything or hinted those things when you’ve been at dinner or at the bar
at anytime since our stay even as a joke?”

“Never, why
would he?”

“Maybe he finds
you more attractive now you’re engaged, men sometimes like the challenge”

I laughed it
off as a seriously bad joke, but I was feeling uncomfortable and even more so,
fucking pissed off!

Why
do we always think that everyone is watching and following us when we feel
scared?

And
is it a good sign to go in guns blazing.

After
returning from shopping with Rebecca I put my bags down and pondered over what
she had said about Frank.

The more I
thought about it, the more I was working myself up, and the more I worked
myself up the more pissed off I got, so I decided there was only thing for it,
confrontation.

I never
thought of myself as the argumentative type, but I would pull no punches with
Frank. He knew me well enough to know that I would speak as I find; this had
stood me in good stead with the line of work I was in.

It would be
like dealing with the men in the boardroom who think that I am just a clueless
girl who knows nothing about business.

When it came
to handling myself in business, by the time I’d finish with them they always
remembered my face and my name rather than just my gorgeous ass.

“I can do
this, yes I can”

“Do I want to
do this? Not really, but I need answers so that I can put this stupid situation
behind me”

“Has my temper
calmed down? No”

Instead, it
had moved up a notch as I slammed my hotel door and headed for Frank’s suite.

In the
elevator I looked at myself in the glass mirror, I looked like someone
possessed.

Gone was the
lovely smart looking loved up girl of last night and in her place was a she
devil.

“Breathe” I
told myself as my heart started pounding and my breathing did the same.

I heard the
ping of the elevator, it was showtime.

As I knocked
on the door and waited, I realised that I could do this the rational way and
smile as best as I could, or the not so rational way and go in there all guns
blazing.

Frank answered
the door with a smile, and at that moment I knew which way this would be
heading.

I pushed the
door open just missing his smiley face and barged my way into his room.

I saw his lip
trying to move, trying to say something, but the she devil took possession of
my mouth and I let it all out.

“How dare you
ask questions about me?”

“What gives
you the fucking right to speak to Julian behind my back?”

“If you want
to know anything about me and Jack then come right out and fucking ask me”

His mouth
opened again to say something but I cut him off.

“What business
is it of yours if Jack sleeps over? None, that’s right; you have no right
prying into my private life Frank, none at all”

As I tried to
breathe I noticed that Frank was moving slowly towards me.

He was looking
me straight in the eye at all times, every time he took one step he would stop,
then repeating the process all over again.

Is he trying
to intimidate me? I think so”

“Is it
working? I’m about to find out”

Now that I cleared
the air and could think about what I had just done, I realised that maybe I
went a bit overboard. “Oh shit what have I done?” but I didn’t care, I still
needed answers.

 “Answer me
Frank, why?”

“You want to
know why”? Because I fancy you.

“What?”

“You heard. I
have fancied you since you first started to work for me and still fancy you
now”

I wanted to
see if your relationship with Jack was solid and strong and not just a passing
phase in your life.

“You fancy me?
But you’ve never ever given any indication that you liked me that way”

“Ever the
professional, that’s me. I know the age difference could have been a factor”

“God Frank
you’re not much older than me”
oh no, have I given him an indication that I
don’t mind him liking me?

 Frank
continued to get closer!

“Well so
there’s no more misunderstandings, I will say the words slowly. Jack, and, I,
are fine, happy, in love and plan to get married once we have set a date.”

He was
getting closer still, what should I do?
He was now in front of me.

I backed up a
little so that Frank was not in my face.

My breathing
started to feel
“different”

It should have
been heavy and angry, but it felt
“ready and inviting”

I started to
go around Frank so that I could leave but he grabbed me by the waist and swung
me around; before I knew it, he was kissing me.

I put my hand
across his chest to fight him off, but his tongue was sliding in, twirling
around, finding a home in my mouth as if it should have always been there.

I struggled
with my mind as to why my grip on his chest seemed to be loosening and turning
into more of a hug.

Why my hands
were now sliding through his hair, trying to get a better grip instead of
fighting him off? I didn’t want to let him go.

My mouth was
no longer fighting him, but welcoming his tongue more and more.

I could taste
him; he had recently had strawberries and champagne, my favourite mix.

Now my mouth
wanted to suck in all that flavour.

My breathing!
What
the hell was going on with my breathing?

He came up for
air and looked at me,
shocked I think,
to which I felt the same.

As I took in
some air myself, reality kicked in. What the hell was I doing? Like a bolt of
lightning up my ass I jerked away, shocked, shamed and embarrassed about what I
had just done and allowed to be done to me in return. I took a good look at
myself, my clothes slightly roughed up from the friction of both our bodies
together, and my breathing,
“how did I get this sexual breathing”

Frank was
still looking at me and I at him. I then glanced down to find that he had
gotten
aroused
by me, and just like that I ran out of room.

I pressed the
elevator button so many times my finger ached, and then prayed that he would
not follow me out. I asked myself why did I do it. But most of all
why did I
like it?”

Frank looked
on as Autum left his room; he remembered the look of shock on her face before
she ran out and what had occurred only a few minutes ago.

He remembered
her shouting at him, her face all flushed and angry, but all he wanted to do
was to go to her, to try and calm her down. Her breathing was heavy and loud,
but he just wanted to calm her down, he told himself.

Whilst she was
leaving his room he had held out his hand to stop her and to explain, but then
kissed her.
Why?
He didn’t know.

As she was
shouting at him his mind had drifted to her lips. They were pink and sexy and
his body was being drawn to them.

He had tried
to fight the urge but couldn’t help himself.

Once his lips
met hers he noticed they were so warm, soft and moist, his tongue slid inside
her mouth so easily.
But how did it get in there?

Chocolate
& Mint, that’s what he could taste in her mouth. She must have had an
ice-cream while she was out. Her hands were on my chest trying to keep me from
her, but then she moved her hands into my hair willingly and her mouth
, she
opened it.

Why? She
wanted my tongue inside her?

Yes that’s
right; she invited me in, but why?

He could feel
the connection between them. It was real, it was instant, and he thinks she knew
it to.

She must have
felt it too before she pulled away, probably shocked at what she found herself
doing, did she notice when she looked down at herself and at me how she had made
me get
aroused?
He thought she did.

I ran back to
my room and stripped off my clothes and took a shower, scrubbing myself clean
as if I had tripped over and fallen in a pile of shit, as shit is how I was
feeling right now.

I cried to
myself as I didn’t know what else to do and replayed what had just happened.

Went to Frank’s
room pissed as hell (check)

Felt
empowered (check) breathing heavy, started to
kiss, enjoyed kiss, wanted
more,
ok, no need to replay, just needed to know how I was going to deal
with this.

I didn’t fancy
him,
did I?
Had I ever fancied him? Not that I knew of.

So what
happened up there?

Did my
subconscious like the fact that he fancied me?

Was I slightly
turned on by that?  I must have been, oh god, what had I done?

After my
shower I laid on my bed and without realising I drifted off to sleep.

I could hear a
phone ringing but thought I was still dreaming until I jumped out of bed.

It was now
seven in the evening, time for dinner.

The phone was
still ringing when I decided that I needed to answer it as I did not want
anyone to come up to my room.

“Hello”

“Wow Autum did
I wake you?”

Thank goodness
it was Rebecca.

“Just dosed
off for a bit you know, all that sun and shopping must have taken it right out
of me”

“Are you
coming down for dinner as I was just about to order some drinks”

“No, not tonight
may just order room service as I still feel tired”

“You as well”
says Rebecca.

“What do you
mean?”

“Frank has
also cried off, nothing going on that I should know about is there?”

“Don’t be so
fucking stupid Rebecca you know I’m engaged, why should there be anything going
on between me and Frank?”

“Jesus, I was
only joking Autum what’s got into you?”

Talk about
hanging myself.

“Sorry, just
tired”

“Do you want
any company?”

“No thanks, I
might come down after all, just give me five minutes.”

I arrived for dinner,
and in a way was glad, as I was famished. We talked about our shopping trip to
Julian and mentioned some of the items we bought as well as the fabulous
ice-cream parlour we found which served the most awesome flavoured ice-creams
known to man.

I explained
that I had chocolate and mint and Rebecca had pecan.

“So, Rebecca
tells me that Frank had been asking some questions about my private life?”

Julian looked
at Rebecca as if to say “big mouth”

“Don’t worry
its fine”

“I’m just
curious why he wanted to know,
” like I don’t already.

“Well to be
honest he was really embarrassed about asking. He was a little shy, and kept blushing,
then kept telling me just to forget that he had asked the questions in the
first place.”

Frank shy,
embarrassed, no way, I never would have thought he was that type of guy!

“Oh, there was
one thing that I found out though”

“What’s that?”

“I think he
has a crush on you, a man thing you know, you ladies wouldn’t understand”

Rebecca and I
both started to laugh.

As the night
was drawing on, I was still hungry but did not have the stomach for food even
though my belly was telling me otherwise so I ordered light.

I started to
feel guilty about the way I had over reacted when I went to see him.

I also
realised that I could not just blame him as I also
willingly
contributed.

I needed to
sort this out before tomorrow but was unsure as to how.