Bring me to life (The golden collection) (28 page)

             
I took my hands away. "I will keep my job but I have to marry Blake." Maxwell wrapped his arm around me. "I have to marry Blake because its all arranged and if I let him down.. Well," My voice trailed off.

             
"You don't have to marry him!" He snapped. "You think you do...."

             
"I gave him my word, Maxwell" cutting him off. "There is no way I can hurt him again. You never saw him last weekend. He was drinking and Blake rarely ever drinks. He is a complete health freak. You can't keep asking me not  to marry him because I have to."

             
Maxwell stood up and shook his head. "You're crazy!" he yelled. "You can't marry someone out of guilt. Don't you see you're just causing more hurt to the bloke." He stopped and tilted his head. "Unless.... It's me your playing with. Fuck that's it!" His eyes widen and fists clenched. "You are going to marry him because I'm the one your using!"

             
"No!" I screamed. How on earth could he think that?

             
I couldn't deal with this. It was a bad idea me coming here. I got  up and went in search of my clothes; They were still on the bathroom floor. I quickly got dressed.

             
"Where are  you going?" he asked  leaning against  the doorway completely naked. He was one hell of a man. Perfect toned stomach, broad shoulders, tall and his manhood..              

             
Wow..

             
"You can't leave" He said in his bossy voice. I loved his bossy voice. It was very authorizing and erotic.

             
"I am not staying here listening to you put me down. I am not using you or Blake. I just can't go back on my word. I made a promise." He walked in and got dressed himself. I looked in the mirror and began to sort my hair out. "Why?" I yelled. My hair wouldn't lay straight.. Fucking water and my hair never mixed.

             
"Why? What?" he snorted.

             
"Why can't we spend any time together without a fight?"

             
"Because you frustrate me, Miss Dawson. You're living in this little bubble where everything is black and white. You want to make everyone happy but you're the one that's suffering. When are you going to wake up and realize!"

             
I glared at him. I was frustrating? This man just never knew when to quit. What was this constant putting me down.

             
"If you have finished" I hissed. "What is wrong with making others happy?"

             
He stepped forward and at the same time doing his shirt buttons up. "I can make you happy and you know it. We have great sex, we fight because deep down we are exactly the same. We are the ones who are right, we're strong and we know what we want." His eyes looked down at me and he gave that smile.

             
God he was annoying!!

             
He knew what buttons to press. He swooped down to my eye level. "True? And I love it when you frustrate me" He gave a playful look. "You keep me on my toes and that is sexy as hell."

             
"Shut up" I laughed and gently pushed him away.

             
"Are you still getting married?"

             
I turned back to the mirror and caught his eyes. He was a wonderful sexy man. Breath taking. I watched him run his hands through his soft red hair.

             
"Yes" I breathed.

             
He stood behind me and I felt his arms wrap around me. To be in his arms was the most beautiful feeling ever.

             
"Are you quitting your job?"

             
"No" I breathed.

             
"Good!" He slapped me on my arse hard!! "One day you will know I'm right and that is the day you will make me the happiest man in the world. Let's celebrate! Because I want to pour champagne down your throat and fuck you till you can't take no more."

             
He left the room. I turned back to the mirror. I was smiling. Maxwell Thomas was the devil and he had cast his deadly spell over me. I was biting my lip.

             
Your get in trouble Georgina. And didn't I know it.

             
I refilled her glass and sat down on the bed. The last thing I wanted was to be locked in a room with her. I would rather prefer to be fluting her  to others. We could go downstairs for something to eat. Even make it interesting. I laughed to myself.

             
What was this woman doing to me?

             
It did anger me that after everything she wouldn't give up on that fucking shit. As long as I got to see her every day I didn't care. The golden rule was fucked anyway. The only woman who had changed my option for mixing business and pleasure.

             
I watched shyly as she as exited the bathroom. She was amazing her hair looked a mess but it gave her that extra appeal. I would just have to live with her choice. Deep down she was a good girl. She wasn't after anything. I felt guilty for saying she was using me. This woman wouldn't hurt a living soul. She just didn't like to go back on her word.

             
"What you got in mind now?" She smiled taking a place at the top of the bed. I handed her a glass and sat down next to her.

             
"Maybe we should go downstairs and eat something" I suggested.

             
"What if someone sees us?"

             
I laughed. She was a paranoid little thing. "Who is going to be at the Randolph Hotel? At
lunchtime
on a
Wednesday
?"

             
"People who should be a working" She replied before taking a sip of her drink.

             
"We are celebrating, Miss Dawson. I have pulled off the deal of the century." She looked up at me and gave her special smile. "Shall we?" I ran my finger along her cheek. She nodded. "Good, take your underwear off!"

             
She choked on her drink. "What??"

             
"You heard me... Do it!"

             
"No!"

             
"Oh Miss Dawson, if you don't I will do it myself" I threatened. Her mouth dropped open in shock and she raised an eyebrow. She stood up, placed her glass on the side table and took off her underwear. This woman was my dream come true. "Good, now we are all sorted lets eat." I grabbed hold of her hand and  we left the room. It was very erotic knowing under her skirt she was wearing nothing. I could tell she was a little embarrassed. We made our way over to the lift.

             
"Exactly what is with the no underwear thing?" She whispered. The lift door opened and we climbed inside. I wasn't going to answer her question. I wanted to leave her contemplating the endless possibilities. It was time for Maxwell Thomas to play a game. I looked down and an evil wicked grin appeared on my lips. My mind was full of scenarios that were Miss Dawson. I could feel my arousal burning.

             
Not in the lift!

             
Oh no I couldn't do it in the lift.

             
The lift stopped.  I grabbed hold of her hand and led her over into the restaurant. I wanted a table at the back. I took my seat and Georgina went to sit opposite.

             
"No!" She stopped and shrugged. "I want you to sit right next to me." She picked up her chair, placed it next to mine and sat down.

             
"You must be in boss mode today" she laughed.

             
I loved being in boss mode. I loved control and I enjoyed having control of this woman. I watched as she picked up the menu and began to study it. She placed a strand of hair behind her ear and pouted. I loved that. Every time she had to concentrate that pout would appear. She had amazing lips, soft and kissable. It was a shame I would never process them. They were never going to belong to me. I rubbed my brow with annoyance.               

             
Fucking Blake Waterman!

             
I grabbed my own menu. "You can order anything you want?" I said. She placed a free hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. "No touching, Miss Dawson. This is my game, my rules......" I leant over and whispered in her ear. "And I'm the only one allowed to do any touching." She looked up amazed and biting down on her lip. I sat up. "Choose!" I demanded.  She looked back down at the menu umming and ahhing. " How about we share Roast Cote de Boeuf" I suggested.

             
"Don't they do jacket potatoes here?" She said in a whiny voice. "I am not keen on posh foods. I am just a simple girl."

             
"Believe me... You are not even close to simple" I put my hand on her leg. "You .... Miss Dawson...." I moved my hand further and further up her skirt. Then I reached my destination and began the magic with my fingers; Massaging that sweet spot. She froze.               "Are sexy, caring, amazing... And" I shifted in my seat and inserted my finger inside her. Her eyes widened but I could see she was full of pleasure. "I love you" She bit down on her lip and her head tilted to one side. She was enjoying it. I removed my finger bringing it up to my mouth and sucked. "You taste fantastic!" Terror shot over her face at the exact same time waiter approached the table.

             
"Are we ready to order?"

             
"We will have a bottle of your best champagne and Roast Cote de Boeuf" He wrote it down and walked away. My eyes looked back over at her she was looking a little flushed. She clenched her thighs together tightly. She was obviously looking for some relief. She would get that later but at the moment I was enjoying my game.

             
"We are going to have fun playing this" I winked. The waiter came back with the champagne.

             
"Would sir like a taster" I shook my head and he poured two glasses. "Anything else!" I shook my head again. Sometimes these waitress and waiters fussed around too much. He finally got an idea and cleared off.

             
Georgina picked up her glass. "I have a burning question?" She took a sip and placed the glass down.

             
"Do you now?"

             
"Who was that woman you were talking to Monday morning?"

             
Fuck.

             
I darted my eyes away and tried to think.

             
Monday?

             
Phone call?

             
Shit! She was referring to the fake phone call. Did I have the balls to confess? Not really, maybe she would find it flattering or it could go the other way.

             
Be truthful
something urged inside me. Yeah, admit I am a sad twat who has pretend phone calls to make her jealous. 

             
I was such a fuck up.

             
I twisted my lips and looked back to her. Her eyes were wide looking for an answer. It didn't look like she was going to let it die.

             
"Busted!" I laughed self consciously. A little smile appeared on her lips- did she know! "I wasn't talking to anyone. I didn't get back from Cannes till after midnight. There happy now?"

             
She burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh my god! That is really sad. Why? Did you want me to be jealous?"

             
"Yes! Were you?"

             
"Yes!"

             
"See Miss Dawson we are too alike!" The waiter came over with our food, he placed it on the table and left this time without saying a thing. Me and Georgina began to eat. Once again I placed my hand on her leg before I could do anything she grabbed hold of my hand.

             
"This isn't a game... This is torturer!"

             
"Carry on eating" I said sternly, she stared at me and then finally began to eat. My hand was free to wonder again. I slowly crept up her skirt  and just like before started the magic touch.  She carried eating pretending like nothing was happening. She was getting soaked. Every now again before she placed the food into her mouth it would form into a perfect O. I could feel her muscles in her legs contracting she was going to orgasm. That was my cue to stop.

             
I began to eat my own dinner.

             
Her eyes darted at me, her cheeks red and slightly panting. "That is not fair!"