Fulfillment(17)
“She’s pretty good,” Bryce said impressed.
“Yep, Charli is definitely a doer, that’s for sure.”
“I’m seeing that. She obviously takes after her mum.”
I laughed. “You are soon going to find out that is not necessarily a good thing.”
Tash leaned in. “She’s a mini Lexi, Bryce. So you’re pretty much fucked.”
I playfully shoved Tash out of my personal space while muttering, “Bitch”.
We stood up and walked back past the staring women, and just when they thought we were out of earshot, one of them spoke. “What is so good about her? I’ve heard she’s a bitch.”
I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes. I’m a bitch alright. I’ve had my bowl of bitch-flakes and glass of don’t-mess-with-me-juice this morning. And if I weren’t at my children’s school right now, I would be ever so gracious as to show you just how fucking bitched-up I can be.
I was just about to politely tell them to mind their own business when Bryce gently removed his hand from my back and turned to the trolls—still sweet, calm and as charming as always. “The word ‘good’ does not even come close when describing this woman. So, to answer your question, ladies, she is beyond ‘good’. She is exquisite, sensational, and her very presence forms the air that I breathe. Is that ‘good’ enough?”
One of them nodded, and the others sat there stunned. He gave them a false and obviously forced smile then replaced his hand at the small of my back, directing us out of the building.
I was astonished at not only what he had just done but also at the beautiful words that came out of his mouth.
He ignored my gobsmacked state and turned to Tash. “Okay, you are hired as Alexis’ bodyguard. She obviously needs one.”
“Shut up,” I said and playfully punched his arm before linking mine around it, squeezing it tight and never wanting to let it go.
“I need to warn you though, Bryce. I don’t use a subtle approach when it comes to protection.” Tash continued, answering Bryce’s stupid joking statement and ignoring me.
“That’s fine. I’m more than happy for a more physical remedy when protecting her,” he replied.
“Seriously you two, shut up! I’m more than capable of looking after myself and if you both don’t stop joking around, you’ll be the ones needing bodyguards...not me!”
***
After a quick goodbye and a promise to invite Tash over for dinner, we headed back to the office. The Australian leg of the Formula One Grand Prix was to be held in Melbourne the weekend after Easter, and as City Towers Precinct was one of the event sponsors and the main accommodation venue, the work that awaited our arrival was enormous.
There was to be a charity breakfast held in the Queen Victoria Ballroom on the first day of the weekend event. I had been communicating with Joyce: the Head Media Liaison, and Allison: the Events Co-ordinator, to finalise the list of auction items for Ozkids Melbourne Charity. Bryce had to sign off on the items list which I would normally email him, but he had been in his office all day and I had hardly seen him, so I thought I would take this opportunity to deliver it to him personally, together with the chargrilled king salmon and herb salad I had ordered for lunch.
I picked up the list as soon as Sebastian pushed the food and beverage trolley through the elevator doors. “Good afternoon, Sebastian.”
“Good afternoon, Ms. Summers.”
“Just leave that here. I will take it into him.”
As always, the shy Food and Beverage Attendant hated when I broke protocol by relieving him of his duty to take the trolley all the way in to his employer. “I promise it’s fine, Sebastian,” I said reassuringly while winking at him.
He reluctantly smiled and went on his way. I gently knocked on Bryce’s office door, and when he called out for me to enter, I opened it and pushed the trolley through.
He looked up from his computer, smiled for a split second then frowned only slightly. “You really should let Sebastian bring in the trolley, Alexis. It is his job after all.”
“Oh shush. What’s the point when I’m coming in here anyway?” I stopped the cart right next to the conference table. “Unless you don’t want me to come in,” I said with a slight pouty voice as I turned my back to him and placed the cloches on the table, deliberately hoping he’d fall for my obvious ploy.
As expected, he was behind me instantly, pressing his body against my back. His hands had a tight grip on my hips and his lips were already kissing my neck. “I’ve missed you, my love,” he murmured, as he trailed his mouth down to my shoulder. I felt his fingers take hold of the zip at the top of my dress then the unmistakable sound of him slowly undoing it filled me with eager longing for his hard and delectable cock.