Bring me to life (The golden collection) (9 page)

              My apartment wasn't flashy but it had style. I had brought it a few months ago; Apparently it was an up and coming area. It wasn't too far away from the centre of London. I actually saw it as just an investment. It wasn't home. I just liked getting away at weekends. Plus it came in handy when I had meetings in London. Georgina was stunned. She was floating around looking at everything. She was impressed.

             
"This is amazing" her hand ran down the side of the cream corner sofa. "I thought you weren't rich?"

             
I chuckled. "I said I'm not THAT rich. I have the money, yes. Not everything is about money, Georgina. I thought you would of known that."

             
"I have no interest in money thank you" she bellowed and plunked herself down on the sofa.

             
"Then you and me... Miss Dawson....Are one of a kind." She tightened her mouth to hide her smile.

             
"You want to do anything special?"

             
"No, let's just watch DVDs, eat junk and get pissed."

             
I nodded in delight. "A woman of my own heart!" I made my way into the kitchen, reappearing with a bottle of lemonade, a bottle of vodka and two glasses. "Let's celebrate your first week at work!

             
"I would love to . . . ." Her voice trailed off.

             
Something had caught her attention, she got up and walked over to the large oak sideboard. She reached out and picked up a photo frame. She studied the picture and looked up puzzled. "The little girl is she yours?"

             
"Yes" I began. "That's Olivia, she's six now." I closed my eyes and visions of my little girl appeared. My heart broke. Her cute smile, her thick brown hair, brown eyes and they way she would run to hug me. God, I missed her. I should of never let Debbie take her away. That was the biggest mistake of my life.

             
I opened my eyes slowly and Georgina was back next to me. She wrapped her arms around me, we hugged and it felt right. It felt good. I felt her soft lips brush against my cheek. I hugged her tighter. Her forehead rested on mine and our eyes locked.

             
"Where is your daughter now?" she breathed.

             
I looked away. I wasn't good with emotions. I had spent too long playing hard business man. "Her mum Debbie met someone and they moved to LA. Some American TV producer or something. I see her every now and again" I stopped. I was revealing too much. This weekend isn't about you, Maxwell. This weekend is to get to know this incredible woman. I backed off and winked at her. "Shall we get this party started?"

             
"Yes please" she winked back.

             
I poured two drinks and handed her one. Straight away she downed it. I  was stunned. This girl could drink no doubt she downed it because of the run in she just had with the hippy. I couldn't imagine my mother ever being that cold towards me. I couldn't be that cold towards Olivia. We created this life. Why ignore them when they need us? My attention went back on to Georgina, she was still holding the empty glass.

             
I raised an eyebrow. "Another?"

             
"Yes please. So, Mr Thomas how old are you exactly?"

             
"How old are you?" I mocked handing over another filled glass.

             
She placed the glass to her mouth and cocked her head. "You know how old I am! You read my CV didn't you?" How could I forget the impressive CV? Not as impressive as our first encounter. A little smirk flashed across her mouth. Was she thinking the same as me? I hoped so. "But to refresh your memory" she added. "I'm 24, 25 in eight days."

             
"It might shock you" I teased. I watched as she kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet under her. She was making herself at home. I myself was relaxing with her. It felt normal. I hadn't spent this much time at home with anyone in a while. In fact, I hadn't spent time with anyone like this in years. I didn't normally allow girls in my home. If I had a date it would finish in a hotel room. In fact, I hadn't done that in a while neither. All I ever did was work all week and sleep on weekends.

             
Where had my social life gone?

             
"I think everything about you will shock me?"

             
"Why do you say that?" I was stunned. Did I give that impression? I hoped not. I knew I could play cold businessman but this was a whole new revelation.

             
She took a sip of her drink and shrugged her shoulders. "I just get that impression from you."

             
"There is nothing shocking about me, Miss Dawson. I'm 31 years old!" I waited for her to say no!!! She didn't. Was I finally looking my age?

             
"I thought that" she laughed. "You must of been rather young when you started up Maxwell’s Stars?"

             
"Georgina" I exclaimed. "The golden rule is no mixing business with pleasure" I tutted and slumped back into the sofa. "It's the weekend!! We left work in Oxford. Let's just spend this time getting to know each other." I looked over and her big blue eyes were glittering with a hint of laughter. "Tell me about your Dad?"

             
"My Dad?"

             
"Yes your Dad? You said he had a business."

             
"He has a few actually scattered all over Oxfordshire. One in Witney, one in Abingdon, One in Cowley. It was the one in Cowley he wanted me to run. I don't know anything about cars. Except they come in colours and have wheels!" she giggled and downed the rest of her drink. I think the alcohol was beginning to make a little impact.

             
"I'm very glad you declined his offer. Otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here now." She looked over and her cheeks flushed a little. It was then I had to ask the question that had been haunting me from earlier. "How come your mother has never met Blake?"

             
She shrugged and looked down at her hands. "I don't want them to meet" she began her voice went quiet. "I mean, you met her!!  Isn't exactly the sort to wine and dine with Mrs Waterman."

             
"You're embarrassed of her?"

             
Georgina looked up and looked directly in my eyes. They were cold and I had never seen this from her before.

             
"Yeah I am. Now I hate her after the way she treated me." She gave a sigh. "Please can we not talk about that woman, please!" It was begging. I could tell by the sound of her voice. Right, I had to get this party back on track.

             
"Music?"  She nodded enthusiastically. I got up and I felt her eyes follow me over to the MP3 player.             

             
Her eyes were burning into me. This was going really well. A little smirk came to my lips. Maybe I should send Georgina's mum a present?  Just to show how grateful I was for her being a shitty mum!

             
"You aren't going to tell me anything about the company I work for?"

             
"NO!" I hit play and the room came alive with the voice of Amy Winehouse. I started to give a little dance. I held my hands out."You want to join me?"

             
"Not really" she picked up the vodka bottle and gave it a little shake. "I want more!!" Her eyes opened wide to make me aware of her demands. I raised my hands in defeat making my way back to the glorious woman sat on my sofa. How could anyone refuse her?

             
I slowly prised the bottle out of her hand. I bent down whispering in her ear. "You can have anything you desire, Miss Dawson." She held her breath. "I will give in to any demands you make." I raised slowly giving her the smile. I could see she was flushed and her eyes were full of arousal. Oh, she really did need more drink!!

              Georgina was dancing in the middle of the room singing along to Lady Gaga. Well, trying to. She kept forgetting all the words. I was laughing my head off. I looked down at the bottle of vodka. It was empty. I checked the time it was 10.30 pm.

             
Where had Saturday gone?

             
We had spent hours chatting, joking, flirting and really enjoying each others company. I had learnt how care free she was and how much Blake's mother despised her.  I didn't want tonight to end. I felt my heart sink and the disappointment covered my face.

             
"Hey, what's wrong?" she was standing in front of me. "You aren't enjoying yourself?"

             
I shook my head. "I was just thinking." I looked up into her big blue eyes and butterflies filled my stomach.

             
What was her secret?

             
How had she made me feel this way in such a short amount of time? It wasn't just psychical attraction. I was falling for her.

             
Too much Vodka Maxwell!!!
A voice in my head laughed.

             
I rubbed my chin. No that wasn't it. There was another reason. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

             
She sat on the floor in between my legs placing a hand on each one of my thighs. I stared at her beautiful face. She was biting her lip. She obviously had something on her mind. I leant forward and grasped the sides of her face.

             
"How?" I exhaled trying to suppress the agony in my voice.

             
Was my mind playing tricks on me?

             
Was everything just in my head?

             
Did she feel what I felt?

             
Did she want what I wanted?

             
Was she here because she had nowhere else to go? Or was she here because she wanted to spend time with me? She could of gone home at any time. My head was spinning.

             
Shut up you knob!
The voice was back.
Stop acting like a girl!!!

             
"How what?" Her facial expression had changed. Crouched down by me she looked like a lost little girl. "You want me to leave?" She was about to stand up and I stopped her in her tracks.

             
"No!" I replied instantly. "I like having you here?"

             
"Then what's with all this weirdness?" she demanded.

             
"I don't know" I placed my hands over my face and threw myself back into the sofa. I slowly took my hands away. She appeared as confused as I was. What was with all the mind games all of a sudden? "I think . . . Well, I'm sure . . . . You have cast some sort of spell over me and it is really fucking freaking me out."

             
A little smile sprung to her lips and her hands began to creep up my thighs. "Mr Thomas" she began. "As you are acting all coy with me... I think you need to relax and start enjoying yourself again."

             
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you have planned?"

             
"OOo" Her fingers tucked themselves into the band of my Tracksuit bottoms. "You're going to rejoice in what I have planned. Sit up a little." I did as I was told. She slowly pulled my tracksuit bottoms down to my knees. She chuckled at the fact I was wearing no underwear. My blood was already pumping in the right direction. She looked up and licked her lips. "I have been waiting to do this all night!"

             
She pulled me into her mouth and slowly began to massage me with her tongue. Delicious circle motions. I ran my fingers gently through her hair. I hadn't been expecting this. I relaxed back in the seat and allowed her to take full control of me.

             
The tip of her tongue began to run up and then down the full size of my engorged manhood. Once again I was back in her mouth, she was sucking and  pulling me in then out with her hand directing me.

             
"Oh fuck" I hissed, grabbing hold of hair and pushing myself deeper into her tantalizing mouth. I closed my eyes revering in the whole mind blowing experience. I was close but this was not how I wanted to come. I stopped her. "Not like this?"

             
She narrowed her eyes while wiping her mouth. "What do you mean?"

             
"I have an idea" my eyes grew bigger with greed. I discarded my tracksuit bottoms and held out my hand. "Come." She grabbed hold while I pulled her to her feet. I lead her over to the far wall of the living room. "Face the wall!" I ordered. She obliged. "Place your hands stretched out on the wall." She did. "Spend your legs!" I moved round behind her and took in another eye full of her perfect arse.