Temptation(19)

“No, I’m going to need something stronger come on.” He gently grabbed my arm and led me out.





CHAPTER SEVEN



“Where are we going?” I asked, as he ushered me along the hospital corridor.

“I need to take the chopper back; they don’t allow long term parking on their helipads!” I liked his sarcastic sense of humour, it’s fun to play with.

“Right, makes sense.” He led me out to the helipad and helped me up into the front of the Helicopter, he placed his hand on my hip and the other on my arse to boost me up. Not that I really needed boosting. I didn’t want to make a big deal of his inappropriate grope so just ignored it, but, the stirring in my groin was hard to overlook. He reached over to buckle me in, his head was only inches from mine, he smelt so good. Oh please, hurry up and get that freakin buckle in, I’m about to hyperventilate. He was ‘smirking’, I glared at him.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He laughed.

“Yes, but your safety is my utmost concern, there you go all buckled in.” He reached for a headset for me from under my seat. Now his head was basically in my lap. Seriously Bryce you are killing me. I clenched my thighs together as hard as they would go. Think about Poo and Snot and Baby Vomit and all things disgusting Alexis. This man was getting the better of me, I’m not sure I like him getting the better of me. I do like it, but do I like him having the upper hand? I could step it up a little and try and beat him at his own smirking, flirting and groping game, but will it work? Or will it just fuel his fire? Is that crossing the line? I’m married, he isn’t. I’m dwelling on this far too much, probably because I have just had an emotional couple of hours. It’s easy, go with the flow, but don’t cross any lines.

“Do you know what it is you are looking for down there, Mr Clark?” I opened my legs to allow him easier access but kept my knees well and truly together, he gritted his teeth and didn’t look at me for a moment or two. When he did finally meet my gaze, his eyes burned with lust.

“I always know what I’m looking for down in this vicinity, Ms Summers.” He removed his hand from beneath my seat and placed the headset in my lap, it took every ounce of me to keep my knees together.

“I should hope so, Mr Clark.” I put the headset on, he burst into laughter, took it off my head, turned it around and put it on the correct way, continuing to laugh and shake his head as he closed my door. He jumped in and we took off for City Towers, as we approached his magnificent building he circled it once. I shouted through the headset, although I forgot I didn’t need to shout.

“Admiring your handy work Mr Clark? The view is just beautiful.” He spoke so softly through the headset.

“The one next to me is better.” I looked over at him in shock, he didn’t return my gaze. He landed the chopper and helped me out, there was awkwardness between us from his declaration moments ago. I followed him inside to his bar, he got two glasses out, poured himself a Scotch and me a Gin. We sat down on the lounge opposite each other and he handed me my drink.

“You and your creepy research.” Gin is my drink of choice.

“It’s….” I mimicked his voice.

“I know, I know. It’s what I do Ms Summers.” I raised my glass. “Cheers, Congratulations Uncle Bryce.” He squinted his eyes at me and I reckon if we were a lot younger he would have probably poked his tongue out too, he leaned over and clinked my glass.

“Thanks, what a morning! I’ve got to hand it to you ladies, that is a hard act to follow.” I laughed.

“What child birth? Ha, that’s not an act, she did a great job and so did you.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it if you weren’t there.” He looked at me sincerely.

“Really Alexis, you were amazing and you kept me grounded, that’s,” he hesitated a moment. “That’s not something I’m used to.” He leaned back on his couch, putting one arm up on the head rest and the other one resting on his leg holding his Scotch. He looked so comfortable, and so incredibly hot in his jeans and t-shirt, it was a loose t-shirt, but due to the size of his pecks and biceps it clung to him in all the right places.

“Thank you, but it was nothing really, it pays to have experienced it yourself that’s all.” I tried to dismiss his compliment, I’m really not very good at receiving compliments, it’s not that I don’t get them, Rick is always telling me he loves me and praising me, it’s just I don’t think I deserve such sentiments for being just me. Now, if I had actually delivered Lucy’s son, well yes, I’d accept the praise!