Touching Angel's Desires (30 page)

“How are you feeling now?” Shannon asked.

“Okay, actually, pretty good. I am pleased that everyone seems to be
happy and excited for the ball. It makes things easier when I know the workers
are happy. I need them all on my side.”

“I didn’t mean the ball…” She paused and Angel turned, staring into
her dark eyes. “I meant—”

Angel interrupted, “I know what you meant. I don’t need to think
about it right now,” she told her, gripping her pen and jotting down some
detail from Bailey’s notes that she had missed.

“I could always call Stacie and make an excuse,” Shannon offered.

“No. Can we change the subject? I have more important things to
think about,” she said, realizing that she had barely thought about Dan or
Stacie Bitch-face during the entire meeting. All she had to do was keep busy
with work so thoughts of them would not torture her.

Angel made sure she kept busy for the rest of the day, working, exercising,
doing the rounds of Desires, and making sure everything was spick and span. She
rang a few people chasing up some invited exhibitors she had still not heard back
from, which was annoying and rude. What harm would a phone call do? How hard
was it to let her know they were happy to come to the event and show their
stall? Well, any late confirmers would not be happy with where they’d be
situated. The early birds got the best pitches.

* * *
*

She woke up the next day after the best sleep she’d had in a while.
Today was her pampering day. She had cancelled the waxes, deciding to replace
them with a manicure and pedicure to accompany her spray-tan and haircut.

She had a wonderfully relaxing three hours at the salon. They’d had
an offer on for a hot stone massage as well, so she’d booked herself in. Back
at Desires, she swung in the front door feeling fantastic and full of
confidence. Bailey was on early today, helping Sophie and Libby with the Friday
afternoon rush. Things started to get busy on Fridays early on. Clients often
finished work early to come here for their long weekends. Bailey was tidying
the desk while Libby was on the phone and Sophie was busy on the computer.

“Is everything all right?” Angel asked Bailey.

“Yes, fine. You look good,” she told Angel.

“Thank you, I feel it,” she said. She headed to the office,
strolling through to her living accommodation.

She got changed into a knee-length tiered black chiffon dress, strapless
and fitted at her breasts. It hung like a waterfall, skimming her figure. She
quickly applied her evening makeup and pushed her feet into her heels. She
headed back to reception where Bailey was still tidying the desk. The day girls
did a decent job, but Bailey liked things immaculate. She never complained, but
always made a point of sorting out the clutter they left behind.

Exhibitors had been arriving all day, bringing in their stalls and
equipment, getting ready for the big night. Angel felt a swell of excitement.
It was all coming together, and it would be the biggest and best ball Desires
had ever had.

The afternoon soon disappeared. Exhibitors came and went. Clients
started to arrive. One of the main exhibitors rang apologizing, but they
couldn’t come until tomorrow. Angel rushed off to the exhibition room making sure
access to their pitch was kept clear. It was a minor annoyance, but the firm
was one of their more important suppliers so Angel was anxious to keep their
business relationship sweet. Everything was going well, although tomorrow would
be even more manic. Caterers and the final exhibitors would be arriving, and
setting up, and Angel had to make sure they didn’t get in the clients’ way. Of
course, the customers were by far the most important people in Desires. Desires
would not exist without her customers.

Angel headed back to reception. There was a steady trickle of
clients and workers coming in now. Then, down the main corridor, walked an
annoyingly familiar figure. Dexter swaggered in, wearing slack jeans with a
baggy shirt. He dumped his bag on the floor, leaning insolently on the
reception desk. He stared at Angel. She gazed back at him, waiting for him to
say something. He simply smiled, letting his gaze drop to her breasts
significantly. She sighed and looked down at the computer, putting his details in,
then printed off his clients for the evening. He was always in demand. As he
stood there, he began to unbutton his shirt, slowly uncovering more and more of
his rippling chest muscles. They shone in the light and he preened.

Angel ignored him. “Good evening, Dexter,” she said, “I have booked
you in. Here is your list of clients.” She pulled the printout from the printer
and held it out to him. He posed at the desk, not listening to her, placing his
hands on his hips and using his shoulders to pull back his shirt, drawing her
attention to his chest.

Then he smiled oddly, looking almost feral, showing white pearly
teeth. He leaned forward, staring hungrily into her eyes. Angel was more
interested in the cup of coffee that Bailey had given her.

When he made no attempt to take it, she placed the printout on the
desk then went back to the computer, glancing down the list of which other
workers were due in. Dan was booked in at eight o’clock. Angel stared at Stacie
Clifford’s name, tensing up, feeling that hatred again that had mostly
dispersed over the last couple of days, wishing Stacie would damn well
disappear.

“What are your plans for the evening?” she heard Dexter say. Angel
glanced up at him where he stood, still with that odd smile and showing off his
muscular chest. It looked as if he was attempting to ripple his muscles. She
noticed his white teeth again.

“Have you done something to yourself?”

“I have. Do you like?” he asked. Angel was unsure whether her
attention was meant to be on his white teeth or his chest. He’d overdone it a
bit with the baby oil though. It looked as though any woman attempting anything
with him would just slide off.

“What have you done?”

“Can you not tell?” he asked holding his shirt further back, his
hands proudly resting on his hips.

“Well, I am guessing you’ve done something with your chest, but your
teeth look a bit whiter too.”

“I have been working in the gym on my abs and
pecs
and poured baby oil on. I know someone who’ll be getting some serious, ‘he’s
fit’ attention tonight,” he crowed, removing his hands from his hips and
running them up and down his chest, flexing his muscles further, looking very
pleased with himself. “I have been to the dentist too to have my teeth
whitened. Do they look good?” he asked, moving his face closer to hers and baring
his teeth at her.

“They look amazing,” she answered, wishing he would get to his work
and leave her alone.

“What do?” He preened.

Angel shook her head. “Dexter, your chest and teeth look wonderful.
Don’t you have clients to get to?” If he wasn’t such a good and popular worker,
she’d tell him to get a grip and quit being a self-loving prick. Maybe she
should anyway.

“Do they impress you?”

“Yes, Dexter, they’re wonderful. I’m sure the girls will be dying to
get their hands on you.”

“So how about it?”

“How about what?” she said, trying to concentrate on the computer.

“Me and you later?”

“I’m not sure Dexter, I will have to see.”

“Oh right,” he answered, his face falling with disappointment.

“It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just I have a lot of work to
do, with the ball tomorrow night.”

“Okay. Maybe if you need me you could—”

She interrupted, “Yes, if I need you I promise I’ll come and find
you.” Angel watched him bend down to pick up his bag and finally walk away.

“What’s Dexter done to offend you?” Bailey asked, sitting down alongside
Angel.

“Nothing really, he is sweet, but his posing and self-loving grates
after a while, don’t you think?”

Bailey didn’t reply. Angel looked at her, wondering if Bailey knew
how transparent she was. Her feelings were written plainly on her face—she
thought Angel had been hard on Dexter. Bailey wasn’t one for confrontations,
however, if Shannon had heard that she would happily have told Angel she had
been a complete bitch, which, to be fair, was the truth. Dexter had done
nothing wrong, he just wasn’t for her, not now anyway. He might have been if
the situation had been different, but it wasn’t—unless she used him for making
Dan jealous. But then she’d tried that last weekend with zero success. Then again,
maybe Dan had been engaging in a bit of game-playing, just pretending not to be
bothered. Dexter might just be useful after all.

She left Bailey at the desk, catching up with Dexter in the men’s
dressing room. He was sitting on the couch enjoying a beer. His eyes gleamed as
she walked in. He had removed his shirt and the shine almost dazzled her. She
sat next to him and leaned in close. Not too close though, she didn’t want any
of that slick of baby oil getting on her dress.

“I’m sorry about earlier, baby, it’s just I have such a lot running
around my head. To be honest, sex is the last thing on my mind right now. But,
what I was thinking was, if you fancy it, I thought you could be my guest for
tomorrow night,” she told him. “I can rearrange your clients, and you can be
all mine all night.” He sat back on the couch, sprawling, his legs wide open
and looked her up and down.

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.”

She backed off when he tried to hug her. A look of hurt crossed his
face and she was quick to explain, “Sorry, I just don’t want to get oil on my
dress!”

“Oh, sorry. Of course. I mean, that’s fantastic…I’d love…I’d be honoured
to be your partner at the ball. Wow,” he said, then took her hand and raised it
to his lips, dropping a gentle kiss on her fingers. She felt a rush of regret
about being mean to him. He was quite sweet after all, just a bit
overkeen
.

“Good, that’s settled, then,” she said, standing. “Sorry, baby, I do
have to go—I have such a lot to do.”

“Of course, of course. I shall look forward to tomorrow all night
now,” he said, standing also as she walked toward the door. Angel left,
wondering how Dan would react to see her turning up with Dexter. What would she
do if he did not react at all?

Angel headed back to reception, happy to see her A-team was back. Bailey
and Shannon sat behind the desk, busy booking clients in. Angel smiled at them
both before continuing her journey to her office.

She glanced at the clock. It was half past seven. Stacie was due at
eight. Dan would be arriving soon—Angel knew he liked to get to work in good
time for his clients. She opened her laptop and her eyes rested on the CCTV
icon. Like all the public areas of the club, the main door was covered by CCTV.
She double-clicked on it and, telling herself she was stupid, watched the
grainy black and white image come up on the screen. She didn’t have long to
wait. A mere five minutes passed before he appeared on the screen, looking
oddly foreshortened from above, putting his number into the pad. She quickly
changed the screen to the inside camera, watching him as he entered the hallway
and made his way down the corridor. A smile spilled across her face. She found
herself becoming hot and flustered, just knowing he was in the building. She
closed the window down on her laptop, having seen what she was waiting for.

Knowing he was here instantly turned Angel on. She pulled down her
dress, exposing her breasts. She squeezed them, pinching the nipples, then
running her hands over her skin, pretending Dan was here with her. She was
immediately aroused, feeling her pussy desperate for some touch. She spread her
legs, sliding her hand beneath her thong, pulling the material to the side and
shoving her fingers hard in her cunt.

She pulled out her fingers, sucking on them, tasting her own juices,
loving the taste of her sweet arousal. She covered her fingers in saliva, placing
them over her slick aching pussy.

Both hands went between her legs next, the fingers of one rubbing
desperately over her clit, while she rammed the others inside her, hard at
first to relieve the initial desperate need, then gentler, mimicking the
actions of a lover. She pulled out and ran her fingers over her own inner
thighs, tickling and teasing the skin before moving up to caress her labia,
trying to bring back the feelings Dan had aroused in her the previous night. The
memory of him seducing her sent ripples of arousal through her, sending her
halfway to heaven just from the thought of him taking control, doing all the
leading. She remembered how he teased her clitoris with his tongue—she slicked
her finger, trying to mimic the feel of a tongue.

What Dan had done to her was so very different to anything she had
experienced before. Normally, she took charge, making damned sure she got her
orgasm in, her way, before ‘allowing’ the guy to finish himself off. Dan had
showed her what true love-making was all about—a partnership—a sharing of
pleasures, making sure both participants were fulfilled. And, God help her, she
wanted more of it. She circled her fingers over her sensitive folds of flesh,
craving, yearning to have him. Have him toying with her, giving her pleasure. In
her mind, fantasy Dan came behind her, slipping his hands over her shoulders,
cupping her breasts. She put up her hands to touch her own breasts, barely
believing the shudder of arousal as she touched herself.