A very Corporate Affair Book 1 (The Corporate Series) (16 page)

                 "They're exquisite. Takes my breath away how perfect they are. I thought they were really rare, yet you have six."

                 "Forty two exist, and these six are among the best examples. My grandfather bought them from Lenin when he was desperate for cash after the Russian revolution. By the way, Ivan doesn't know I have them, he would probably kill for them, so I prefer you not to reveal their existence."

                "Of course. I won't say a word." Oscar stroked my back softly as I took in the beauty of the eggs, marvelling at the intricacy of the workmanship. After a while, I moved around the cabinets, feasting my eyes on the objects d'art they held.

                 "Come, we need to start getting ready for dinner," said Oscar, as he led me upstairs.

Chapter 11

                Oscar’s bedroom was dominated by an enormous four poster bed, covered with heavy, red drapes. The room was large, with two huge mahogany wardrobes, and a matching chest of drawers. The only modern items in the room were a phone, and a flat screen television perched on top of a chest.

                "Shower or bath?" Oscar asked with a sexy smile.

                "Shower please. I need to wash this dust out of my hair. It's starting to itch."

                "Can I wash it for you?"

                "Ok, if you want to." I was surprised at his request, but quite happy to share a shower, although I'd heard that old houses had seriously bad plumbing. He led me through a door into a modern, stylish, black marble bathroom. I could feel his breath on my neck as he unzipped my dress, sliding it off my shoulders gently. He stood behind me as he undid my bra, sliding his hands over my breasts as soon as they were freed. I stepped out of my shoes before slipping my dress, tights and knickers off in one move. I stood completely naked in front of him.

                "You appear to still be dressed," I purred. I undid the buttons of his shirt while he pressed kisses along my jaw. After kicking off his shoes, he shed the rest of his clothes, and switched on the shower.

                The hot water felt wonderfully soothing, pummelling my tense shoulders in a luxuriously fast flow from a large rainwater style shower head. Oscar massaged a blob of shampoo into my scalp, his firm, square fingers covering every inch, washing the grime of the day away. He tipped my head back slightly to rinse, then repeated the process, spreading the scented shampoo through the lengths of my hair, lathering it thoroughly, until it was squeaky clean.

                He surprised me by conditioning it, combing the conditioner through patiently and carefully. He left it to soak in while he washed the rest of my body with a sweetly scented shower gel. He kneaded my shoulders, releasing the knots of tension with probing thumbs. I felt myself relax for the first time since six o'clock that morning.

                When I was clean, I proceeded to do the same for Oscar, shampooing his hair, before lathering his entire body. As I knelt down to massage his calves and feet, I came face to face with his impressive erection. Without touching it, I caught the tip in my lips, and lightly sucked just the very end, which made his legs buckle slightly, and his hands slapped against the walls of the shower for support. I swirled my tongue over the taut skin, and he groaned loudly.

                "I have to have you" he declared, pulling out of my mouth, and darting out of the shower to rifle through a drawer for a condom. He unrolled it onto himself, and stepped back into the steamy enclosure.

                "Turn around, I want to take you from behind." No sooner had I turned to face the wall, and bend over, I felt him nudging into me. He reached around to massage my clitoris as he slowly thrust back and forth, circling his hips to wring maximum pleasure. With the head of his dick repeatedly hitting my g spot, I felt the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm.

                 He must have felt it too, as he sped up slightly, and muttered, "let go, come all over my cock, I want to feel your cunt juice dripping all over me." His carnal words, spoken in his upperclass deep voice, sent me over the edge, and I pulsed around him, crying out as my orgasm raged through my body. I felt him swell and let go, pressing deep inside me as he lost control of his body. His arms snaked around my waist, and he rested his cheek against my back as we both basked in post orgasmic bliss.

                 After a few moments, he planted a kiss on my back, and holding the condom in place, pulled out of me, before removing it and tying a knot.

                 "God you're sexy, I don't think I could ever get enough of you," he said, grabbing the shower gel to rewash us both. He stepped out of the shower while I rinsed the conditioner from my hair, and held out a large, warm towel for me. He wrapped it around me, and handed me a smaller one for my head. As I towel dried my hair, he began to shave. He used an old fashioned looking razor and shaving brush, lathering soap from a bowl.

                 "Enjoying the show?" He asked as I watched him drawing the blade over his face in confident strokes.

                 "I've never watched anyone shave before," I admitted.

                 "Never?"

                 "Nope." I watched as he finished off and wiped the remaining foam with a towel. Still wrapped up, I wandered into his bedroom to look for my weekend bag, which contained my hairdryer and brushes.

                 "Your things are probably in the bottom drawer of my chest, that's where Jones normally puts things when he unpacks. Your clothes will be in the left hand wardrobe." Oscar called out. I found my dryer, and carefully blow dried my hair, before putting on some makeup and perfume. I had bought my trusty little black dress to wear to dinner, and teamed it with black stockings and black heels.

                "Very nice," said Oscar appreciatively, as he looked me up and down while deftly tying his tie. I did a little twirl for him.

                "You sure this is ok?" I asked.

                "Perfect."

                Oscar held my arm as we walked into the 'sitting room', as he called it, for pre-dinner drinks. About half of the others were already there, with no sign of Oscar's mother. Oscar handed me a gin and tonic from a tray on a side table, and we joined Darius, and his wife, Arabella, as Oscar wanted to introduce me properly.

                Arabella was a sweet girl, and I got the impression she had been with Darius a long time. She too teased Oscar about his overbearing mother, and her determination to pair him off with Lucinda Rothschild, who she referred to as 'shrek'.

                Minty came over with her partner, who introduced himself as Thomas Darlington as he shook my hand warmly. He was ruggedly handsome, with a rugby player's physique, and a wayward mop of blonde hair. He stared pointedly at my chest as he spoke, only raising his eyes when Minty dug him in the ribs with her elbow, which Oscar seemed to think was quite funny.

                "He's such a boy, you'll have to forgive him," she muttered as the men got engrossed in a conversation about rugby. "Anyone would think he'd never seen a pair of tits before. Bloody overgrown schoolboys."

                I laughed, "last time I went out, an elderly, redhaired lesbian did the same thing. At least Thomas is male, so it's a step up."

                 Minty hooted with laughter, "that's not so bad then. At least I don't have any worries about Thomas batting for the home team. There isn't a man alive more fascinated by boobs than him."

                 The other three couples arrived soon after, and Minty introduced them to me, giving me some background information about each couple. Although they were all 'posh', everyone seemed really warm and friendly, with none of the snobbery exhibited by Oscar's mother. I began to relax and enjoy myself.

                "What do you think of Conniscliffe?" Arabella asked.

                "Beautiful so far, although I haven't had a chance to look around much yet. Hopefully I'll see more tomorrow."

                 "The gardens are lovely this time of year. Are you shooting tomorrow?"

                 "Oscar said he'd teach me. I've never tried it before."

                 "I don't like shooting much, so I just watch Darius," she confided, "nobody minds if you don't join in."

                 "I promised I'd try it, but if it's not for me, then at least I can say I've tried."

                 I carried on making small talk with the girls until Oscar slipped his arm around my shoulders, and pecked my cheek.

                 "I don't think we should wait any longer for mother, shall we head through to the dining room?" I breathed a sigh of relief that his mother wouldn't be joining us for dinner.

                It was short lived as her strident voice called out, "Oscar! I need you to call that odious friend of yours this weekend." She came sweeping into the room. My heart sank.

                "What odious friend and why?" Oscar said, frowning.

                 "Podunky, or whatever his name is. The church newsletter is going to be late because of him. It's just not good enough Oscar."

                 "I don't understand how Ivan has anything at all to do with the church newsletter."

                 "I'll tell you during dinner. We are late getting seated as it is," she declared, as she led everyone out of the room, and into the adjacent dining room.

                The table looked magnificent dressed with silverware, crystal, and dainty floral centrepieces. The room itself was decorated in deep blue, with acres of gilding, and vast, heavily swagged curtains covering the four large windows that ran along one side. Oscar held me close, and steered me towards the far end of the table, seating me in the first chair next to the large carver at the head. Darius sidled up beside me, and after seating Arabella further down, took the chair next to me. Oscar's mother took the remaining end position down the table, so was about as far away from me as it was possible to get.

                 Jones arrived to pour water and wine, and ensure everyone was ready before the first course was served.

                "You were telling me about a problem with St Augustine's newsletter mother," said Oscar.

                "Yes. I had Mrs Smith on the telephone. Apparently that dreadful man is now her employer, and he sent the most horrible woman down to the company to practically hound Mrs Smith out of her job. Well, the point is, this nasty woman ripped, positively ripped, the piece Mrs Smith was typing, out of her typewriter, and forced her to abandon it. As a result, the reverend's article on spring flowers in Derwent wood isn't ready for publication."

                "I see," said Oscar, refusing to catch my eye. I felt his foot nudging me under the table. "Could she not have done it after work?"

                His mother gave him a 'don't be stupid' look. "Of course not, Friday nights are patchwork club, besides, she's always done it at work. They have plenty of paper and a typewriter. She's terribly upset, said the woman made her cry, and totally belittled her. Ivan needs to be told, Mrs Smith is the lifeblood of that firm, they'd fall apart without her."

                "I doubt very much if Ivan would take my advice on the matter," said Oscar, trying not to smirk.

                "You may be right. Mrs Smith said that the girl that turned up was like a gangster's moll, totally took over, and said Ivan had sent her to do it. Probably sleeping with him. Women like that will do anything for money. Even said she was his lawyer! As if a man like Podunky would engage a young woman as his counsel. Ridiculous that she thought anyone would even believe her."

                I felt Darius shift in the chair next to me, and I desperately wanted to find out if he'd caught on. I glanced slyly at him, and saw him trying not to smile. Oscar's foot nudged me again, as he looked straight ahead at his mother.

                 "You could always type it up mother," said Oscar, "you can use the computer in my study, it won't take long. If its urgent...." He trailed off as his mother gave him a death stare.

                 "Don't be so ridiculous. That's Mrs Smith's job. Although it will delay the newsletter, and she said she won't be able to do it next week as the trollop will still be there. It's a total disaster, that's why I want you to call Ivan, and tell him how important this is."

                 "Would you like me to type it up for you tomorrow morning? If Oscar shows me where his computer is, it won't take me long," I offered, prompting an incredulous look from Oscar.

                 "That's very kind of you to offer," replied Lady Golding, "I suppose there are some advantages to having office experience. Are you sure you can do it?"

                 "I'm sure I can. Do you have the article here?"

                She had the grace to look sheepish, "yes, the reverend photocopied it, along with the rest of the leaflet so that I could check the content."

                "Elle, it's your weekend off, you don't have to do this," said Oscar.

                "It's really no bother, and if it helps out...." I trailed off, seeing the amused look on Oscar's face.

                 We were interrupted by the arrival of the soup, carried in by uniformed servers. We all began to eat. "I've never seen a gorgon disarmed so quickly," whispered Darius, "well done. Round one to you."

                 Thankfully, the gorgon left me alone after that, but she just had to mention Lucinda bloody Rothschild.

                "I hear Lucinda called off her engagement to Theo Goldsmith. Did you hear about that dear?" She said to Oscar. The table went quiet.

                "Yes I did, mother, and don't go getting any ideas. The girl is hideous."

                "I'm sure I could help her improve her figure," she said, "and a Golding-Rothschild partnership would be very fruitful."