Starr Fated (41 page)

“Of course
not, Liam. I get it. This Seraphina is off limits. But I can't stop
other guys approaching her, especially if she’s going to come down
here in skimpy little outfits like that,” he nodded out of the
office window. “I suggest you have a quiet word with your new
little pet if you don't want the bees swarming round that sweet
little honey pot.”

I was
horrified to see Seraphina had removed her track suit and was doing
her warm up exercises wearing a tiny thin pair of shorts, along
with the briefest of thin crop tops. Everyone could see the shape
of her breasts and the peak of her nipples, and as she bent over,
nothing about her shapely bottom was left to the imagination. Every
man in the gym was spellbound, and yet she appeared totally
oblivious to the effect she was having.

My first
instinct was to haul her straight out of there, but I knew she’d
make a huge fuss and protest loudly if I did that. So instead I
shielded her by running on the machine right next to her, and tried
to get her to cover herself up, but she refused to see reason.
That’s why I decided to wait for the right moment to make my point
more forcefully later that evening with a little light punishment.
And that short, sharp shock finally brought her round to my point
of view.

~*~

Finally my
latest round of business trips were completed, and Friday evening
came around.

When Seraphina
came round to my place, she seemed to find it strange that I was
preparing the meal for our special Friday date.

“I just didn't
have you down as the domesticated type,” she smiled as she sat on
one of the bar stools in the kitchen, sipping her champagne as she
watched me searing the pan fried sea bass we were having.

Tonight, Sera
was wearing a short dress made from a silky shimmering pale gold
fabric. She told me it was one of Abbey’s designs when I told her
how great she looked.

It was very
simply cut, almost like a long t shirt shape, with just a simple
silk ribbon trim round the bottom edge, but it looked stunning on
her. I was pleased she was also wearing the Jimmy Choo shoes I'd
bought her, and I hoped those were stockings she was wearing,
although I couldn’t be sure just yet. I planned to find out
shortly.

She was
wearing her hair down, and her loose curls fell around her
shoulders. It meant she kept tucking her hair behind her ears,
which was a nervous habit of hers I’d noticed. She was wearing her
angel wing earrings again, which I liked – I suppose because they
were part of Seraphina’s unique character.

I’d opened a
bottle of 2002 Perrier-Jouët Belle Époque vintage champagne for us
tonight. Sera seemed to like the decorative Art Nouveau design of
the bottle as much as the contents, but I’d bought it because it
was a decent vintage.

“Just because
I don't often have the time, doesn't mean I don't take pleasure in
being able to put together a simple nutritious meal. I thought we’d
just have a main course and a dessert, if that’s okay – you did say
you don't like overeating .”

“Fine by me,
but with your huge appetite, won’t you feel a little peckish?”

“Maybe I’m
saving my appetite for other things.”

Although this
made Sera blush, so far she seemed happy and relaxed, not worried
or nervous about spending the night with me for the first time, and
I was glad I'd decided against taking her out somewhere. Here in my
apartment, we could take our time and not worry about anything
else. I’d insisted we both switch our phones off so we wouldn’t be
disturbed, just for tonight. I assured her the alarm she’d set to
remind her to take her pill would still activate even with her
phone off, while she assured me she’d remembered to take her pill
every day as regular as clockwork, and I was glad we were in total
agreement about how important this was.

I’d cleared my
schedule for the weekend, having worked my socks off all week in
order to spend some quality uninterrupted time with Seraphina. I’d
even left work early to pull together all the plans to make this
evening as special as I could for her.

While I laid
the food out on the dining table, she wandered over and looked
through the music on my iPod.

“Well, Liam,
you do surprise me. Kayne West, The Black Keys, The XX, Kasabian,
Mumford and Sons, Bruno Mars, Ben Howard, even some David Guetta.
This isn’t the type of music I’d have expected you to listen to at
all,” she commented.

“Why? What
would you have thought I liked?”

“I don't know,
I suppose I would have had you down as more into classical
music.”

“Really? What
makes you say that?”

“Oh come on,
Liam, you can't deny how conservative you are in most things. Take
your décor in here and your office for example. Everything is so
neutral and bland, at least that’s how I would describe it. So I
guess I assumed your taste in music would be along the same
lines.”

“Well, that
just goes to show you shouldn’t make sweeping assumptions, doesn’t
it? For your information, I like something quite heavy to work out
to in the gym. Of course there are also other types of music I like
- I like classical piano pieces when I'm travelling. So I'd say I
have a pretty varied and diverse taste in music.”

“There’s hope
for you yet, then,” she grinned at me.

“I'm pleased
to hear it. Now, please come and eat.”

As we sat down
at the dining table, with some soft music playing quietly in the
background. Seraphina suddenly blurted out,

“Look, I know
this probably isn’t the right time, but can I just ask something
about Jamie to get it out of the way because it’s been bothering
me. Then I promise we won’t talk about him anymore.”

“If you must.
What did you want to know?” I frowned, not really wishing to
discuss anything to do with my brother this evening.

“What exactly
happened between you two when you had him round for lunch last
Sunday? Because afterwards you suddenly started acting kind of
weird about him.”

“What exactly
do you mean by acting weird?”

“Well, you
insisted I go and put some stockings on just because Jamie had seen
me in stockings. I'd say that was a bit weird.”

“Sera, I don't
deny that I feel very possessive about you. The thought that he’d
seen you in stockings and I hadn't didn't sit well with me, so I
just wanted to put that right.”

“So as well as
being possessive, I'm guessing you’re the jealous type as
well?”

“Unquestionably, and you would do very well to remember that.” I
looked her straight in the eye as I took a sip of my wine.

Seraphina
rolled her eyes at me.

“And if I
don't? Are you going to punish me by spanking me again?” Her words
were defiant, but the huskiness of her voice gave lie to her
apparent disapproval.

“Only if you
want me to, Seraphina,” I gave her my best wicked smile and watched
her blush. She was turned on by the thought of me spanking her, no
question.

“So, back to
Jamie. Did you tell him you'd given me a job at Starr Capital
Ventures?” she quickly changed the subject.

“I did,
yes.”

“What was his
reaction?”

“He was
somewhat surprised, of course. But he said he was pleased for you,
and that you deserved a break.”

“Did he?” she
smiled, as she toyed with the food on her plate. I sincerely hoped
her interest didn’t mean she still harboured romantic feelings for
him.

“Yes, and then
he had the nerve to start lecturing me on how he’d always told me
how talented you were, and how I should be thanking him for setting
you up as an intern in my company,” I fumed. I'd not enjoyed being
reminded of my previous attitude towards Sera.

“You didn't
like me much back then, did you?” she stared at my face, watching
for my reaction.

“I didn't know
you.” I felt myself squirming uncomfortably because she was
right.

“Yes, but you
didn't like the idea of some stupid little art student Jamie had
virtually picked up off the street moving in. As his over
protective big brother, you thought I was planning to just use him,
didn't you?”

“Maybe
initially, but I was totally wrong. I’ve told you, I’m not proud of
how cynical I was about your motives. I admit I wasn’t nice to you
before. I could have made things so much easier and more
comfortable for you, but I didn’t, and I feel very guilty about
that. That’s why I need to make amends, so I'm pleased you’ve
finally started accepting gifts from me. Speaking of which, are you
wearing any of the Agent Provocateur lingerie I had sent to
you?”

“You’ll have
to wait and see, won’t you?” she smiled tantalizingly at me. She
was sat opposite me at the table, and I stared when she crossed her
legs because her short dress teasingly rode up even higher. “That
fish was very good, by the way. My compliments to the chef,” she
smiled.

I collected
our empty plates and headed to the kitchen, where I took a deep
breath and subtly rearranged my cock because I already had an
achingly hard erection. It wasn’t going to be easy pacing myself
this evening, but I knew I had to for her sake, however desperately
I wanted to take her hard and fast for my own pleasure. I refocused
my brain from where it had descended into the gutter, and
concentrated on serving up our dessert.

Once we’d
finished our simple Affogato ice cream and espresso dessert,
Seraphina excused herself to go to the bathroom.

While she was
gone, I quickly cleared up and then headed to my bedroom to put the
finishing touches to create the perfect ambiance. Trying to be
romantic was all new territory for me, but I was determined to make
a break with my sordid past and make a fresh start with
Seraphina.

I’d never
taken a woman into my bedroom before. I’d always had sex with my
previous partners in the guest bedroom, after which I’d returned to
my own room to sleep. I’d always made it plain that my room was out
of bounds, that it was my own personal space that they were not to
invade. The guest room had its own en-suite bathroom, so it was
self contained and had everything they needed.

Most of my
previous partners had happily accepted this arrangement, with one
or two exceptions of course. Most notably Kimberley, who’d tried
her hardest to inveigle her way into my bedroom and had been very
reluctant to end our arrangement. Even now, she still tried to make
contact with me from time to time to try her luck again, and I
didn't think it was coincidence that I’d seen her hanging around
the gym a few times at a very early hour when I knew she really
wasn’t a morning person.

The guest
bedroom had always been my fuck pad where I kept my assortment of
sex toys, along with my favourite tantra chair. The room had
several large mirrors to increase my selfish pleasure because I
liked to watch when I gave a good hard fuck to whoever had agreed
to play around with me.

That bedroom
door was locked now because I didn't want Seraphina wandering in
there by mistake. She didn't belong in that room. She was
different. That wasn’t how I was going to treat her.

With Seraphina
I wanted everything to be different. I’d promised that I was going
to make love to her, not fuck her. I wanted to create a sensual and
romantic atmosphere, so I’d ordered vases of flowers of every
possible type and shade to be delivered, specifying that I wanted
plenty of her favourite roses included.

Before she
arrived this evening, I carefully arranged the flowers on every
available surface in my bedroom, so that she would see them
wherever she looked. The colourful flowers stood out against the
plain backdrop of the white walls, and the dark blue bedding in the
room. I'd come in to light the candles that I’d strategically
dotted around the room, making sure I wasn’t about to set the place
on fire of course. I checked out my bathroom too, which was also
crammed full of flowers, interspersed with candles which I was
planning to light later on, if things went according to plan.

Satisfied that
everything was in order, I returned to the lounge, a little
surprised that Seraphina still hadn't returned. I hoped she wasn’t
suffering from a sudden attack of nerves or having second thoughts.
While I waited, I changed the playlist on my iPod to suit the mood,
hoping that the time I'd spent trying to compile some suitably
romantic tracks was not going to be wasted. But if she had changed
her mind, there was nothing I could do about it. I was just going
to have to be patient, as I’d promised her.

Just as Ed
Sheeran’s ‘Kiss Me’ started to play, I looked up to see Seraphina
standing in the doorway, watching me. I felt my heart literally
jump as our eyes locked.

“Dance with
me.” I smiled and held out my hand.

She smiled
back shyly as she came over to take my hand. I entwined her fingers
with mine, and put my other hand around her waist to bring her up
closely against me. As she rested her head against my chest, we
started slowly moving round to the music.

I gently
raised her chin with my finger and bent down to kiss her.

It was a soft
and tentative kiss, checking how nervous she was, but that light
touch was all it took to ignite the passion between us. It
instantly flared into a frenzy of deep kissing with erotic tongue
dancing, as we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.

Seraphina
gripped my hair to pull my head down to her, while my hand explored
the sensual curve of her hip and then ran along the length of her
thigh until I grabbed hold of the back of her knee to wrap her leg
around me, bringing her heat right against my hardness. She moaned
as she ground herself against my erection.

“Is this what
you want?” I broke away to ask breathlessly, as I held her face in
my hands to gaze into her eyes. “You want to carry on?”