“Oh come on Mrs Summers, you and I both know he didn’t just come down to see how you were, that’s going just a bit far and beyond the expectations of an employer.” I stood up to get the higher ground and suggest that he did not intimidate me.
“What are you getting at Gareth?”
“Feisty, I can see why he likes you. Are you feisty between the sheets too?” I slapped him across the face as hard as humanly possible.
“How dare you?” I went to leave and he grabbed the back of my head.
“Listen here you little whore, you just keep spreading your legs for Bryce, because you are doing me a favour, you want to know why?” I didn’t answer.
“The board won’t be too impressed that he is fucking a married woman, it doesn’t look good for the company.” He licked his lips and placed his free hand on my breast.
“You are a sexy whore, I’ll give him that.” I swung my right arm as hard as I could hitting him in the elbow and releasing his hold of my head. I jammed my thumb into his eye socket and kneed him in the balls, he doubled over in pain. I must thank Bryce for those moves.
“You Bitch, you’ll fucking pay for that.” He started to straighten up and that’s when Bryce grabbed him from behind, he must’ve come up in his private elevator and through his office. He flung Gareth into the wall, then picked him up by his collar and punched him in the ribs, he then swung an upper-cut into Gareth’s jaw. Gareth fell to the ground and Bryce kicked him in the stomach.
“Bryce stop.” He looked up at me and the fury in his eyes was immense, he looked back down at Gareth and stepped away.
“Get the fuck out of my building, now you piece of shit.” Gareth slowly got up, he laughed sarcastically and spat the blood in his mouth at Bryce’s feet, the look they exchanged was terrifying.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Bryce’s burning gaze towards Gareth remained even after the doors slid shut, for a brief moment I thought he was going to turn green and rip his shirt apart. I walked in between him and the elevator blocking his view of the doors and forcing his focus to turn to me.
“Bryce, are you alright?” I spoke softly, he definitely seemed fragile.
“Bryce, show me your hand.” The rage he was harbouring began to subside, bowing his head without making eye contact he raised his hand.
“Did he hurt you Alexis?” I tilted his head up with my finger and looked deep into his eyes.
“No, this guy I know taught me some pretty handy Self-Defence.” He smiled wearily.
“This guy I know, he’s incredibly hot and infuriating but he knows his shit. Did you see the eye gouge he taught me? He managed a mild laugh.
“Infuriating hey?”
“And incredibly hot!” I grabbed his hand, his knuckles were bleeding.
“Come on Mr Clark, you need some assistance from Nurse Summers.” His eyebrows lifted.
“I’m liking the sound of that.”
“Settle down tiger, it’s not what you think.” I led him to the sofa in his office and sat him down, I grabbed some ice from the mini bar and wrapped it in a napkin, then took a seat on the coffee table opposite him, remembering to keep my legs closed, as from memory I was without underwear.
“Here, give me your hand.” Taking his hand in mine, I rested the ice on his knuckles.
“So where’s the Nurse costume?”
“Nurse Summers doesn’t wear a costume, she sings.” He seemed intrigued.
“Well, let’s hear it!” I giggled to myself and began the ‘Ouchie Song’.
“Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie A, make the boo boo go away.
Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie I, kiss the baby wipe the eye.
But as long as flowers grow, bumps and bruises come and go.
That is what my Mummy’d say, when she kissed the hurt away.”
As I sang the final words I picked up his hand and kissed it. He grabbed my other hand and pulled me forward; standing above him he began to move my skirt up my legs. Stop him Alexis, before it’s too late. I was about to stop his hands from moving any higher and exposing the very part of me that wanted him the most when he stopped himself, he had hiked up my skirt just enough for me to open my legs and climb onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head on my chest.
“You have a nice voice, Nurse Summers.”
“It’s the best medicine Mr Clark.”
“Alexis, if he had hurt you, I, I would’ve killed him.” He buried his face in my breasts.
“He didn’t Bryce but what are you going to do about him?” I pulled his head away from my breasts.
“Let him calm down for a few days and remind him whose boss.”