me.
‘Oh my God, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh.’ I explode into his mouth, so sensitive that I have to back up off of him. I sit across his stomach, gathering my breath, resting my head on his chest. Feeling his thundering heartbeat through my cheek.
He gathers me up to him and we get beneath the covers. He curls himself around me, stroking my breasts and stomach. It’s so nice, so warm and I’m so relaxed after such a strong orgasm.
The next thing I know it’s morning and he’s gone.
I feel used. I know Gabe never said anything about staying over, but I just kind of expected that he would stay in my bed and that we’d move on to do other things. I stand in my apartment, rubbing at my ear, a nervous trait, but there’s no note left, no sign he was ever here.
I grab my swimming costume. I need to do a few lengths this morning before I go into work or I’m going to get a headache.
Once again Gabe is out of the office for the day. Mid-morning I sit at my desk and sigh, swivel my chair and gaze out of the window. It’s a dreary, drizzly day which matches my temperament.
‘Good morning Miss Mulroney. Am I disturbing you?’
I swing my chair back around and meet the scrutiny of Arnie Gregory. He has short, coarse, dark grey hair, where each individual strand looks made of metal. His eyes are blue, but they’re the same as Gabe’s in their shape and intensity. I slowly sit up, fixing my face as if he’d interrupted me from pondering a corporate takeover, rather than daydreaming.
‘Not at all Mr Gregory, I was just considering something before I start on the in-tray. What can I do for you?’
His mouth raises slightly at one edge. If he expected me to lose my cool at his arrival, he was wrong. I’d spent two years trying to work here and I’d been expecting to bump into him at some point. Yet here he was in my own office.
‘If you’re wanting Gabe, he’s out today.’
‘No actually, it was you I came to see. May I?’ He indicates a chair in the corner. I nod and he picks it up and wheels it opposite my desk. He sits down.
‘Would you like a tea or coffee?’
‘A tea would be lovely, if you have the time.’
I rise and slowly add pods to the machine to make drinks. I feel like I’m in a game of battleships and we’re trying to guess the location of each others armada.
I place his tea down, alongside a coffee for myself and re-take my seat.
‘Lorraine can make the tea you know?’
‘Yes, I know, but I’m perfectly capable of making it myself. I would only call her in if I was busy.’
‘But don’t you think that’s part of her job as a Receptionist? If she’s not seen to be utilised then maybe we don’t need her. We could always put your desk out on Reception?’
‘She’s kept plenty busy by the rest of the floor and I work for your son.’
He holds his chin. I watch as his thumb strokes the underneath.
‘Indeed. A fact that only came to my attention yesterday when mentioned by one of my own Personnel staff. Don’t you find that odd, that I can own a company and not know all the employees?’
‘It’s a large company, yes I do doubt that you know everyone.’
‘I was extremely inquisitive to find out who my eldest son had interviewed and appointed. What a coincidence that you’re the stepdaughter of one of my closest friends and business partners. He need only have phoned me and I would have found you a job.’
I look towards the window. ‘He doesn’t know I work here.’
‘Aaah. Yes I thought he’d mentioned something in the past about his stepdaughter receiving a three thousand pounds a month allowance.’
My eyes narrow, ‘I don’t touch it. I like to earn my own money.’
‘Yet you haven’t have you? This is your first post. Right here in my company? That makes me a tad suspicious. Should I be Stella? I can call you that can’t I?’
I nod.
‘Are you nodding that I can call you Stella, or that I should be suspicious?’
I take a deep breath and place my