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“The latest financial figures from the last quarter… Tye said that…” He blew a long breath out down the line as I imagined him rubbing his brow like he did when stressed. “That he needed to clear having them sent to me, by both you and him.”
“Del…? What else has been happening?” I asked, not liking where this was going as I began to cross the room and headed to the kitchen. I opened a few cupboard doors to find a glass. I filled it with the tap water as I heard the tapping of a blunt object. Knowing Del, it would’ve been his prized Parker fountain pen.
“I thought I was getting somewhere… a trail possibly but then…”
“Then what Del?”
“Renton said he'd continue that line of investigation and said he drew a blank. You're not thinking…?” he questioned as I heard the scraped legs of a chair against a floor slide backwards. “That… Renton?”
“Del, this doesn't go any further than us,” I commanded before I took a large gulp of water then gazed up at the door, spotting a very beautiful, sleepy Everleigh with my shirt draped over her shoulders. She looked confused at me as I darted towards her, placing my finger on her lips. “Whatever is going on, play the game Renton wants: but email everything to the private account.”
“The one that…”
“The very same. I'm not taking any risks.” I trailed my hand around the back of Everleigh’s neck and stared deep into her eyes. “No one is taking what's mine.”
I cut the line and dropped the phone on the floor, crashing my lips against her mouth, showing her how much I needed her.
“Fuck, you look even sexier in my clothes,” I forced out as I stared at where the fabric cut across her thighs. “Very sexy…”
Poison flowed through my veins and I couldn't care less about anything other than this woman; she was my everything and more. The business side of my life would have to wait a few more hours. Whatever games being played in the UK were starting to unravel, andthisbastard wasn't losingmygirl ormyworld for anyone. Bring it on, I thought as I lifted Everleigh up and wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Are you sore, Belle…?” I asked, kissing down the column of her neck, giving gentle nibbles along the way, eliciting those moans I craved to bottle. I pressed her back flush against the wall next to the door. “Or are you ravenous for more?”
“Oh, I want to fuck all right, I want to fuck you Dawson, all night long.” She grinned widely as I carried her back through the doorway and threw her down on the bed, thanking the Gods above that we had the weekend to ourselves before I shared her at work on Monday.
The devil wouldn’t stop talking away on my shoulder, knowing that my sexy minx could have so much fun taunting me within that place. I was rock hard at the thought of all the places I could have her spread out but that conference room on her knees was coming in at top place.
“Now where was…” I trailed my fingers up the length of her body and smiled, stopping inches from her mouth before grabbing my already hard length. I whispered in her ear, “I love it when you ask so nicely.”
12
Everleigh
Dawson had been honest and he’d torn through the barricade in place and forced his way into my heart. When I woke after our sex marathon, I freaked out noticing the side of the bed next to me was still slightly warm, but the space was empty.Had he fucked me senseless and then left? Was he repulsed at my new sexual confidence or freaked out that he had actually enjoyed it?
My heart pounded wildly in my chest, pushing against my ribcage. I was scared that the moment I stood up and opened the bedroom door, all traces of Dawson would be gone, along with any hope of men proving that sometimes forgiveness wasn’t ever worth a chance. I was wrong, utterly wrong.
He was angry as he paced the room on the phone, hushing me to remain quiet with his fingers. He hadn't needed to as his final words had managed to do that in one swoop. Those words had meant just as much to me as to the person on the other end. The difference being I had no jealousy, knowing he wouldn't have continued his call if he hadn't wanted me to hear. Instead, he was letting me into snippets of his life that in the past would have been shut down immediately without question.
* * *
I’d got into the habit of telling Dawson my shift was an hour earlier than normal now we’d spent the last few weeks together. I chuckled at the fact that at least I would've arrived at work on time for once. Today I donned a quick outfit, unable to go the full works as I checked the time. Fuck. A fitted red blouse with a low cut kept the bust held nicely in place, which I'm sure Dawson would thank me for later and a fitted suede black pencil skirt, alongside my favorite Louboutin’s. A fresh face apart from red lips and my hair kept down.
A quick fuck had taken over my early coffee routine with my friends of late and my professionalism. It was time to get my career in focus before too many people questioned what was going on with me. I already had a sense of relief as Dawson extended his trip with bullshit excuses to the board. In reality, we hadn't decided the next steps on how to make this work between us. Plus he told me that the issue back home hadn't been sorted yet.
I left my apartment before Dawson today, leaving him with a set of keys to lock up. He offered me the use of Reese, his driver and security he had acquired through his assistant’s fast work, but I refused. Dawson wasn't happy, especially as he knew I was a target if his father discovered us both, but I dismissed him saying I missed the bustling atmosphere of the city and walking to work. A shiver ran down my spine when a green Bugatti nearly cut me up at the crossing. Something just wasn’t right.Bloody wanker.An unusual vintage car to be seen in this neck of the woods, and a man with no morals it seemed, forgetting to give an apology.
“Hey…” Chrissie called from around the corner of the street I had just crossed. “Are you avoiding us all or just me?”
“Of course I'm not,” I replied as I slowed my pace down and allowed her to catch up to me. “I've just been busy… needed to change a few shifts.”
“Um hmm. Yeah, with that CEO.” She wiggled her brows as she linked her arm with mine as I gave her a pointed glare. “Okay, I'll tone it down… if you come have coffee with us all now?”
I flicked my wrist upwards, checking the time on my watch. Twenty minutes. “Fine… I've got time, but no talking about Dawson.”
“Ooh, first name terms.” She giggled as we approached the turnstile doors and we walked through to the coffee shop, spotting the occupied table where Isobel and Freddie sat as their smiles shone wide.
“Max,” Freddie shouted as he walked past, giving a wink. “Any chance I can have an espresso and a strawberry frappe with extra cream and syrup for the girls?” He threw his head back at us both as we reached the table and smirked.
