Chapter Eleven

“So, you’re the owner, are you?” I bat my lashes and move in closer to George.

“That I am, my darling.” He looks down at me and slides his arm, snake-like, around my waist.

I twirl his tie. “I guess that means you’re a little kinky then, huh?”

He smiles and bares his perfectly straight, gleaming teeth. “That’s an understatement.”

I smile and he pulls me closer. I glance over his shoulder to where Heath was, but he’s gone, and so has the woman that was all over him.

“Mr Randall?” A female voice from behind him calls.

He turns his head and asks her what she wants, at the same time as pulling me even closer and sticking his hard-on against my pelvis.

“You’re needed on the phone.”

“Take a message,” he barks.

The lady comes closer and whispers in his ear.

His expression drops, along with his erection. “Ah, okay, I’ll take it in the office, Marie.”

He apologises, and tells me to wait right here because he will be right back. I watch him walk away. Suddenly a hand rests on my shoulder. I know who it is; I know that touch. I swing around and meet his eyes with a black look.

“What are you doing with that old fool?” His eyes are sharp and cold.

I mirror his demeanour. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He looks clueless. “What are you on about?”

“Don’t give me that crap! I saw you with that old tart in the red dress, she practically had her tongue down your throat,” I yell, not caring if anyone overhears.

He grabs my arm and pulls me nearer to him. His aroma fills my head. I so desperately want to slap and kiss him all at the same time, but I wriggle away. “Get off me!”

“Are you frigging nuts, woman? It’s your fault!”

“My fault?” I laugh sarcastically. “Oh yeah, that’s right, I told you to cop off with her, didn’t I? Just leave me alone, please.” I turn my back to him.

Confronting me head on, he continues. “Not a chance, until you tell me why you told me you would be in red, and then turn up in fucking black.”

I frown. “What?”

“Why did you tell me you would be in red, with your hair up, and to come and find you, and then turn up in completely the opposite?”

Red dress, hair up. That’s what Liz said. I’m confused.

My voice becomes less aggressive. “When did I say that?”

“Are you having me on?” He starts to walk away before shouting back at me, “Check your phone.”

Snatching my phone from my clutch I check through it. Shit! Liz texted him, masquerading as me. What? When?

When I hid my mobile at work, that’s when. I grab my belongings and follow Heath, breezing across the dance floor and through Reception until I catch him up outside the club.

I pant. “I’m sorry, let me explain. Please.”

He leans against the wall and lights his cigarette, taking a long drag and gesturing with his hand to go on. I explain what happened, and what the mix-up was, and that tomorrow morning I am going to kill Liz.

He laughs and smoke bursts from his mouth.

I relax and take him in for the first time tonight.

He’s modelling a stylish plain black suit with shiny black shoes. A black tie hangs perfectly central against his white shirt. His hair is, as usual, shaggy yet neat, and his eyes have changed from darkness to a starry night.

“I wasn’t trying it on with that woman, you know. I thought she was you so I-”

I cut him off. “Oh charming, you thought I was some old woman?”

He looks at me sideways. “No. From the back she looked like you, slim, dark hair and in a red dress.”

“Well, that wasn’t me. And, like I’ve already said, that doesn’t explain why she was all over you.”

He chuckles. “Do I detect a hint of jealousy?”

I remain silent and stare him out until he puts me out of my misery.

“When I thought it was you I grabbed her waist, but when she turned around and I saw it wasn’t you, I apologised and well... She just got a bit friendly, that’s all.”

My expression must have darkened, because Heath pulls me close and reassures me. “I was just trying to make an excuse to get away and not be rude.”

The unattractive emotion starts to drain away as he holds me close and kisses my head.

“Are we all right now?” he questions, clearly concerned.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kisses me again. “Do you want to go back in?”

I do want to, but I’m a bit worried about bumping into the lecherous owner again, so I tell Heath I’d rather not.

Taking my arm, he leads me away from the club. “What would you like to do, then?”

“I’m not sure, really. I don’t know what’s around this end of town.”

“Okay, let’s head back to my car and have a cruise around. See if anywhere tickles your fancy.” He grins.

My lips curve. “Sounds like a plan.”

How can he do this to me? Two minutes ago I was furious with him and didn’t want him anywhere near me. Now I’m besotted and never want to leave his side. When I’m with him it just feels so right. I forget about life and all the horrid memories that haunt me. It’s as though he is slowly mending me or something. Taking away the bad and replacing it with him.

We walk through a couple of alleyways and down a road until we reach the car park where his Audi is waiting.

We hit the road in search for something that takes my fancy.

“Your car is so smooth,” I say.

He waits for a junction to clear before shifting to first gear. “Yeah, it’s quite a nice car to drive.” He pauses for a few seconds. “Do you want a go?”

“At driving?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh no, I’d scratch it or something. It’s much bigger than my little car.”

“No you won’t, you’ll be fine,” he says as the car bumps slowly up the curb.

“Seriously?”

He doesn’t answer, just unbuckles his seat belt and gets out.

Oh my God, he is serious. Well, if he insists.

I exit the vehicle and walk to meet him at the boot of the car. “Now, promise you won’t tell me off if I scratch it.”

“I can’t make promises like that.” He winks.

“Why?”

“Because if you do scratch it, I’ll be making sure you know you’ve been a naughty girl.”

We both walk to opposite doors and I call over the roof, “Oh, I see.”

Bringing the seat forward and altering the mirrors, I then pull off with such speed that I leave half the rubber from the tyres on the road.

My word, this car is fast. If I’d applied the same pressure as I just did on the accelerator in my car I would have pulled off slowly. But not this beast; this sexy hunk of metal practically roars at the slightest touch of a foot.

“Okay, bad girl, easy on the gas,” he chuckles as he jokingly grips the door handle.

I swerve purposely. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.”

Getting used to the pressures of the pedals, I tour the roads as we both search for an inviting venue. I can see him watching me and grinning in my peripheral vision.

“What?” I smile.

His hand touches my thigh as I tense my leg on the clutch to change gear.

“Nothing. I just like watching you concentrate.”

I smile, but keep my eyes on the road ahead.

Suddenly, Heath rubs my leg a few times, before slipping his hand up my dress and stopping at my underwear.

I gasp as he touches my clit through the material. “What are you doing, you bad man? You’ll make me crash!”

He curls his finger inside my knickers. “At least we’ll die happy.”

Reaching out, I squeeze his cock through the expensive fabric of his trousers before clumsily searching for his buttons and zip in between changing gear. Eventually releasing his erection from its enclosure, I take it in my hand and grip it firmly as I begin to toss him off, praying I won’t have to stop or change gear for a while.

His finger stops circling my clit and slips down to my hole, where he prods and probes at it until he finally buries his whole finger inside me. His touch causes my juices to flow and heat up for orgasm.

I spin the car around at the first chance I get and head back to a part of town that I know, where there is a dark car park. The entire journey there he has me on the edge of climax, and I too, in between changing gear, try to keep him on the edge with my vigorous hand movements and breathy moans of pleasure.

I steer the car onto the gravel, and hear the dust settle on the car as we undo our seatbelts and tumble to the backseat. Heath’s hand searches, and pulls my thong to one side while the other’s in his jacket pocket. Pulling out a blue foil packet, he rips it open and rolls the protection onto his long, rough and ready cock. Then he settles into the middle of the back seat and guides me onto his lap, and down his shaft.

Feelings of joy and warmth penetrate my body, and I rock back and forth on him as he grips my waist and lifts me up until only the head of his cock is inside me. Holding me in the air with his strong arms, he bucks and thrusts speedily away at my body, and every now and then hits me so deep it’s almost painful.

Bringing me back down, short of breath, he pants, “Outside, get outside.”

Holy shit, is he for real? Outside? Anyone could drive in. I hesitate for a couple of seconds before slipping off of him and stepping outside.

“Over the bonnet,” he demands, as he follows me out of the car.

I do as I’m instructed and bend over the car’s warm metal, while he stands behind me and leaves my body aching for what feels like forever. Then he rips my dress up and slaps my right arse cheek.

I gasp, and with the same force and style he evens up the left cheek before pushing himself inside me and attacking my body again. My arse heats at the aftermath created, and as he pushes me forward, my legs scrape against his number plate, and my clit crushes against the hood.

Decelerating his movements and leaning down towards my ear, he whispers, “I want you to come on my car.”

“Oh God,” I murmur, as he starts to pick up the pace again.

“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Concentrating, I get my positioning right on target and it’s not long before my core is dripping and my climax is building again. With every rub I’m closer, until that no-turning-back moment comes, and I’m there. My body almost gives way as the rush of warmth and peace pulses through me. Lowering my head down to the car and resting it there, I feel his movements quicken. His groans become deeper until he comes, letting out a low growl that any pack animal would be proud of.

Leaning across my back again, he whispers, “You’re amazing.”

Smiling, I tell him that he is too. After a moment, he lifts his weight from me and I push myself up from the bonnet.

Tugging my dress down, I watch him pull the rubber off and discard it discreetly.

With my feet now firmly on the ground, I remember where I am, and search worriedly for any spectators. Relieved to see no one around, I get back in the car and rub the bottoms of my legs to conduct some heat. A sharp heated pain urges me to yelp.

“What is it?” he asks, sounding panicked.

“I’m not sure.”

He switches the interior lights on.

“Oh shit!” He reaches out to touch my legs. “Are you okay? How did you do that?”

“I think I did it on your number plate.”

“Bloody hell, why didn’t you say something?”

I caress my sores. “I didn’t realise.”

He pulls a deliberately over-the-top sad face, kisses his fingertips, and lightly presses them against each injury.

After adjusting his seat, he looks my way. “Where to then, beautiful?”

“Do you want to come back to mine for a drink?” I raise my eyebrows before continuing. “Since you know where I live now.”

He beams. “I would like that very much indeed.”