A Little Bit of Crazy (Little Bits) (5 page)

Hell yeah.

     I creep into his office and look around the sparse space. There’s only the essentials, desk, chairs, shelves. I haven’t been in here in a few years. Padding around the area I take note of a picture on his desk. It’s of me and him on our wedding day. How sweet. The same one in my office, although my father had that put in there not me.

     I notice a smudge over my face on the frame, as if it has been touched a lot, where my lips are. What a sap. I can’t help the smile that takes over my face at the thought of him stopping every so often and finding peace whilst looking at me. It’s a nice feeling.

     “Let’s do this,” I giggle and start rummaging through his drawers.

    This is going to take longer than I thought.

     I head back up to my office, still laughing so hard tears stream from my eyes. Margie promises me she’ll call me as soon as Mr. James Freeman enters the building. I want to be waiting to see his reaction to my little payback. Man I am such a bitch, but a funny bitch.

    The morning drags, I’m constantly glancing at the clock yet it barely moved when it felt like an hour had gone since the last minute ticked. I decide to finish up what little I have to do and get most of it done right before the phone rings. Security has alerted Margie that James has entered the building. Commencing evil laugh, full blast. Now all I need is a fluffy white cat. Or grey, the grey ones are cuter.

     I dash out of my office and into the waiting elevator. As soon as I reach his floor Carlson bursts out laughing, having seen my handy work and motions for me to hide under his desk. It’s a large U shaped desk that you can’t see underneath unless you walk around the back which James never does apparently.

     I squeeze in between drawers and wires, next to Carlson’s legs. He’s struggling to compose himself so naturally I pinch him hard on his upper thigh.

     “The elevator’s just opened,” he whispers and begins typing on his computer. “Good morning James. You have a meeting at nine in the morning with Jonathon Brigg. He says it’s urgent.”

     “Thanks Carlson.” James replies. I hear his door open, then close. Wait for it. Carlson’s leg begins bouncing, I’m stifling my laughter in my hand but my entire body is shaking. Wait for it. “WHAT THE?” A loud animal like roar sounds from his office and James comes storming out. “What the fuck happened to my office?”

     “What are you talking about?” Carlson asks, feigning confusion. That man should be an actor. I almost believe him.

     “Everything has been taped to the fucking ceiling! Who’s been… Maya.”

     “I warned you she wouldn’t like you changing her name behind her back,” Carlson chuckled and climbs out of his seat. “I think she’s in her office.”

     “I’m going to murder her. I swear that woman pushes every single button I have!”

     Too right I do.

     “I’ll hold your calls,” Carlson replies and I hear the elevator ding. “Quick, go, go, go, go.”

     I laugh and run from behind my desk. Unfortunately the elevator doors aren’t fully closed and I hear James shout my name as I dash for the stairs. My legs propel me forward, even in heels it’s skillful how fast I’m leaping from stair to stair. “MAYA!” I hear him shout and footsteps follow behind. “Get your ass here now.”

     “Go away,” I laugh and burst into the eight floor hallway. A few people look at me startled. I ignore them and press the button for the elevator. “Come on…” It dings open only moments later. I jump in and press the button for the lobby. The doors shut just as James slides around the corner, a proper movie screen moment.

     The travel down to the lobby seems to be the longest one ever. When the doors open I sigh with relief and step out into the busy area. “MAYA!” I hear a shouting James from somewhere near the stairwell. I can tell he’s breathless. Damn he’s fast.

     All heads turn to me and I catch my husband’s eyes. The green is dark, so dark they’re almost black. He’s furious and potentially horny, hell yes. I gulp at the sight of his clenched jaw and take off squealing. “I’m sorry! You totally deserved it!” I shout over my shoulder.

     People start laughing as warm arms catch me around the waist and I’m thrown over his shoulder. “Put me down you caveman! This is not professional!” I pound his back as people watch in amusement. Some of them are laughing some are trying not to others are clucking and rolling their eyes. “James.” He bumps me up, heading towards the elevator but not before slapping my ass hard in front of everyone. Now that was kinky. “Put me down you big oaf.”

     He completely ignores me, I stop struggling and sag against his back. I feel like Princess Fiona except my Shrek is hot as fuck and turning me the hell on. Also he’s not green.

     I can feel his anger coming off him in waves, his frustration heating his body to an unbearably sexy temperature. “
Oof,” I grunt as he bunks me up again and heads towards my office.

     “Hey Margie,” he says as if nothing is wrong at all.

     She bursts out laughing at the ridiculous sight before her. James marches straight into my office, slams me on the couch and locks the door. All the air is knocked out of me as my back hits the leather.

     “I’ve never laid a hand on a woman before, never raised a hand in a negative way,” he snaps and stalks over to me, looking every bit the sexy angry office man in a suit. Not sure what the name for that is yet so we’ll just call it as it is. “But you seriously, push all my freaking buttons. I’ve never wanted to punish someone so god damn bad as I do you right now.”

     “Kinky.”

     “Do you live to make my life difficult?”

     “I live to make it interesting.” I wink at him.

     He runs his hands through his dark waves and straddles me on the couch, his hands grip my wrists as his weight pins me down. “You think it’s funny?”

     I nod, “So will you in an hour or so. It’ll be a great story to tell the grandkids. Two months after our wedding my dearest wife taped everything to my ceiling. Including my computer screen and our wedding photo, and…”

     “Grandchildren?” the disbelief in his eyes is a little unnerving. His eyes have softened immensely so I must have said something right. One of his hands comes down and brushes the hair from my forehead. “You want kids?”

     “In like ten years or something. Not right now.”

     “Three years.”

     I frown. “Ten.”

     “Two.”

     “Eleven.”

     “Three.”

     “My womb, my rules, and unless they make it legal for babies to go into clubs there’s no way in hell I’m ruining my body and my freedom at such a young age. I’m twenty three. Give me chance to grow up.”

     “Five. Besides, I’ll do the work.”

     I growl in frustration and tug my arms free, “So. I have stuff I need to do. It’s work time. Unless you’re planning on servicing me with that beautiful mouth of yours I suggest you go back to your own office.”

     “You mean my ceiling office?” he mumbles and stretches out to the side of me. Leaning on his elbow so he’s above me. “I like option one.”

     “Mr. Gerald Davidson on line one,” Margie calls over the intercom.

     “Works a calling,” I smirk and shove him off the couch, he lands with an oomph on his back. I snort and skip over to my desk.

     I pick up the phone and start my boring conversation on how many of such a product needs to go to such a store blah, blah, boring as hell. James kisses me on the forehead, winks and heads to the door. Not before noticing the cracked wedding photo that is back on the wall. He picks it up and leaves without looking back.

     “Hello?” Gerald says snapping me out of my daze. I can’t help it, James has a perfect ass. Too perfect it should be a sin.

     “Sorry Mr. Davidson, the line broke up for a second. Please continue.”

     When work finished I headed into the room that held a bed and a few of my clothing items and an en-suite bathroom. I changed into a navy blue tight tube dress and sparkly navy heels. Gorgeous. My hair fell in waves to my waist and I was good to go.

     “How long you going to be hubby?” I say as I step into James’ office. I’m shocked to see Claire, blonde, skinny, kind of pretty if you like the anorexic look, sat on his desk as he types on his computer. My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline at the sight of her laughing and straightening out his tie with her bony fingers. Her legs are crossed and so close to his arm he could lean over and kiss them. No doubt he can see up it.

     They snap to attention as I walk in and James’ smile drops and his eyes darken as he takes in my outfit, “You look.” Claire stands from his desk and moves behind him, snapping him out of his daze. “I just have to send a couple of emails and I’m done.”

     “By all means continue. I’m going out. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I frown and head to the door. Wait… what was that outburst about?

     James looks startled for a moment before his brows furrow in confusion then hurt flutters across his eyes, “Wait… what?” My thoughts exactly. “I can’t come with you?”

     “No, but bony blonde there can show you a good time, I’m sure.” I growl and slam the door behind me. Carlson is gone, he finishes at six and it’s already seven. I dragged my day out knowing my husband would be finishing late. What a shock it is to find him with another woman.

Bony blonde, I slay myself.

You’re over reacting. Why do you even care?

I have no idea.

     “Wait, Maya. What’s wrong?” he asks and grips my arm to stop me from escaping. Damn him and his strong hands, body, everything. GAH!

     “Nothing, I just changed my mind, I don’t want no husband cramping my style. Go have fun. You have permission,” I say and I mean it.

No you don’t
.

     “You’re jealous?” he grins and tilts my head up. “Dear lord. One night sleeping with me and I’m already melting that frosty exterior. It was the cereal wasn’t it?” His eyes are alight with humor. Bloody asshole.

     I yank my arm free and straighten my dress a little aggressively, “I am not jealous!” chin up. “I just don’t want you there.”

     “Too bad, and yes you are jealous. You are so jealous,” he laughs and swiftly kisses my lips making me pout like a child. “Come on, let me send these emails and we’ll go together.”

     “I’m busy.”

     He pulls me in for a deep kiss and I feel something cool and hard wrap around my wrist. What the fuck?    “You handcuffed me?”  He laughs and wags his arm where my cuff is linked to his by a thin chain. “You asshole, undo these now!”

     “Nope, because you’ll run,” he smirks and laces our fingers. “Come on, I’ll be five minutes tops.”

     “Then you have to go and get changed,” I eye his suit. Of course it’s gorgeous but not club worthy. “The girls are waiting for me already.”

     “I still can’t believe you got jealous,” he laughs and opens his office door. Claire is sat on his desk chair. She looks startled. “I thought I told you to leave!”

     “I wanted to apologize,” she says and looks at her shoes. Ugly shoes.

     “You already did, now out.”

     “Yes Mr. Freeman.” She quickly scrambles out as we head over to the desk. Must sterilize everything bony blonde skank touched. Lighter and gasoline at the ready. Whoosh! Airplanes at the ready, bombs drop. Neeeeeeeeeoooooooor boom!

     “Why are you making silly explosion noises?” James smirks as he lifts me onto the desk and lowers himself into his seat.

      “I didn’t realize I was,” I mumble before laughing a little. “I really am crazy.”

      “I like crazy.”

      “Crazy doesn’t like bony blonde,” I grumble. James laughs as he types. Every so often, just to be annoying and even though we’re already late, I tug my arm, causing him to slip a few keys. Then I lift it to examine my nails whilst whistling innocently. “Sorry am I bothering you?”

     “Do that one more time and I’ll keep them on all night. That’s a promise.”

     “Kinky.” Sounds good. I like kinky promises.

     He leans forward and nips at my wrist with his perfect teeth, I squeal pull away and his own hand comes up and smacks him in the face. His head jerks back and he yelps. I burst out laughing, tears stream down my face it’s just that funny but I soon sober when blood leaks from his right nostril.

     “Fuck,” he winces and stands abruptly. He cups his face with his cuffed hand and turns so fast towards the bathroom he pulls me off the table. I scream and land with a thud, pulling him with me. I scream some more when his bloody nose drips on my chest. “Sorry.”

     “Get off me,” I laugh and shove him away. “I hate blood. It’s gross. Get these cuffs off me!” He climbs to his feet and helps me up before tugging me towards the bathroom. I sit on the counter and wipe his face with a damp flannel. He smiles and works the blood off my chest. I’m thrilled it didn’t get on my dress but I make him double check anyway. “Take these off. I promise I’ll wait.”