“Natasha Jones!”
“I know, I know, it’s not funny. Soooo are we going by Limo?”
“Yes,” I grizzled into the phone.
“Tell the others I’ll pick them up after 6pm Friday night. I have to go Hun, I have to go and punch my employer, bye.”
“Make love, not war,” and she quickly hung up. You’ll keep Tash, you’ll keep.
Bryce was at his desk when I entered the room; he looked up and smiled defiantly.
“So Nurse Summers, how was the dress, do you like it?”
“I can see why you like it.” His smile dropped.
“You don’t like it, you can pick whatever you like I….” I quickly stepped up to his desk.
“No Bryce I love it, it’s stunning, it’s just I have never worn anything like it, ever!” His defiant smile returned.
“Good, I want you to experience new things.” Hhmm what’s he up to? Ok probably best to change the subject.
“Now, whilst you were out you missed a call from Joyce, apparently you need to sign off on Chanel 7 having exclusive televising rights for the red carpet arrivals on Monday. Also, Vincent has finalised the menu which I have emailed to you and Samantha gave me the flight transfer requests for your approval. Speaking of Samantha I was supposed to have lunch with her today, did you know she is seeing Gareth?” He looked wary.
“No.”
“Well she is, we were supposed to have lunch together and as we were heading up here, he pretty much stopped the elevator and whisked her away. There’s something you’re not telling me about him Bryce, the look he gave me when he left the elevator was clearly a warning to stay away from her and I want to know why?” He got up and this time I swear he did change to a shade of green, he stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him. Shit, what did I say wrong?
It was nearly an hour later when the ding of the elevator doors rang, I looked up hoping to see Bryce and of all the people that could’ve come through those doors, it had to be Chelsea, she strolled up to my desk. Yes, what the fuck do you want?
“Yes Chelsea, can I help you?”
“I’m here for my appointment with Bryce.” He is Mr Clark to you, you little troll.
“You mean Mr Clark.” I glared at her. I have no appointment scheduled for her, why is she not in the diary.
“Are you sure it’s today? There is nothing in the diary and he is not here.” She looked devastated.
“It is today, I spoke to him earlier. I’ll just have to wait.” She didn’t have to wait long, because Bryce came through the doors about a second later, he looked flushed and mighty pissed off. Uh Oh, I hope that’s not my fault..
“Mr Clark, I was starting to think you had stood me up.” She went to follow him into his office.
“Chelsea take a seat over there, I will see you in a minute, Alexis if you don’t mind.” He motioned me to his office, I hesitantly followed him in, whilst watching Chelsea sit on the couch in the foyer. Before the door closed completely he had me pinned to it, he didn’t even have to ask, because I said yes and kissed him before he had the chance, his embrace was quite aggressive and wanting, he mauled my neck and it was divine.
“Fuck,” he shouted. It made me jump, I put my forefinger to his lips and hushed him.
“Bryce, what’s wrong?” He lightly hit his head against the door.
“I’m sorry, I promised you I wouldn’t let Gareth hurt you, he just fucking doesn’t listen and pushes me over the edge.” Over the edge, Shit!
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.” He kissed me softer this time. Nothing my arse.
“You may not know but Chelsea is a qualified Helicopter Pilot.”
“I do know, I’ve done some of my own creepy research on your little admirer.” His mouth twitched.
“Chelsea is here to go over the agreement we have with her father’s chartering company. I don’t want you to become green-eyed again, although I did like the show you put on for me last time.” I glared at him.
“So, I thought you could sit in on the meeting and take some notes, as the agreement will need to be amended. Go and grab your laptop and tell Chelsea to come in.” I put my hand up to my forehead in a salute.
“Yes Sir.” As I went to turn and leave he grabbed my hand and kissed it, he then proceeded to trail kisses down my wrist hitting that very sensitive spot behind your elbow which made my legs weak, he kept creeping kisses up my arm, across my chest and up my neck. I can’t keep letting him do this to me. He found my mouth again and took control with such sweet softness, it was a very different kiss to before but again, I had never been kissed like this and it was intoxicating. He broke away and placed another light kiss on the tip of my nose.