He was moving around the room and trying to get something for her ankle as Amelia watched. She wasn’t sure exactly what he looked like due to the blur her eyes had taken but he was one strong and extremely built man.
He had discarded his coat and rolled up his sleeves, leaving her to stare as his muscles bunched and jumped when he moved.She was breathless and wanted to attribute it to her flight on the stairs and what she had seen about Ethan. Amelia sniffled, curling into a ball on the large bed as her mind drifted back to Ethan. He probably was still fucking the woman and enjoying the whispers and grunts of onlookers; how fucked up was that?“Are you calmer now?” The man’s voice reached her.She was far from calm but she nodded, thanking him again for helping her. He smiled as he approached her, settling himself down at the edge of the bed and holding out the glass of water to her and something else.“What is it?” she asked, dutifully collecting the white stuff from his hand and swallowing with water.“For the pain; let me look at your ankle” he said, reaching for her injured legAmelia flinched, blushing as his hand stilled above her legs and his eyes met hers, across it. He made no further move to touch her, merely stared at her in surprise and then concern.“Sorry, I am not used to being touched suddenly” she muttered, stretching her leg towards him.He said nothing, merely removed the shoe she was wearing and began observing her ankle with such intensity that Amelia blushed again, her body heating up.“You should be thankful; this is just going to hurt for a while but you have no permanent injury” he announced moments later.Amelia’s throat closed up as his fingers trailed her ankle, stopping to press against her skin. She shivered against the pure and wanton spark that ricocheted through her at the feel of his hands.She scolded herself as she retrieved her leg from his grasp; she had just seen her fiancé with some other woman having sex and instead of being devastated, she was fantasizing over another man’s body and fingers.Shame on you, Amelia, she thought.This however did not stop her eyes from following him around the room as he discarded the glass he had given her and then flipped open two buttons on his shirt giving her ample view of bronzed chest. She was finding it difficult to draw air into her lungs as she stared at him, willing her heart to stop its stupid and crazy flight.“So, do you mind talking to me as to why you were in such a hurry?” he asked, taking a seat on the bed.He was too close for comfort and Amelia hoped he did not see the panic in her eyes or notice the slight movement she made away from him and that scent. It was heady and totally compelling unlike the bartender, whom she had found quite repulsive. She wondered who he was and what he was doing at the club; he did not look like a patron but then again neither did her fiancé.Her eyes fell as she pulled the duvet closer to her chin; he was waiting for her to say something but what could she tell him that would not make her seem like a fool.“I followed my fiancé to the club” she began, her cheeks tainting with red when he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.“He… I saw that there was an opening ceremony and he was supposed to come home after work and so I followed him. He had no idea that I saw the flyer…” she explained, reaching for her bag and pulling out the flyer, waving it in his face.He took it from her and stared at it for a moment before folding it away, his gaze returning to her face.Amelia sighed, clearing her throat as she continued. She owed him nothing but a thank you for helping her but she felt this inexplicable calm in his presence minus the fact that she was drawn to him and could feel some spark for him, she also felt like she could trust him with what had happened and she did want to talk to someone about it.“You followed him…” he prompted, jolting her straying mind“Yes I did and I saw… I was given a veil…”Amelia saw a flicker of realization pass through his eyes but it was gone leaving her to wonder if she had imagined it.“He was just lying there and getting fucked by some blond while they all watched and it was too much for me so I fled and that was when I stumbled into you” she murmured, her lashes sweeping across her cheek.“So your boyfriend has a fetish of wanting to be watched while having sex” He stated like it was the most normal thing in the world.“My fiancé… and I had no idea about this supposed fetish; who the hell likes to be watched while doing something so… intimate” Amelia snapped, her eyes flashing with rage“I do; it is sexual and heightens pleasure when you know all eyes are on you… getting their kicks from your moans and groans and your pleasure. I could teach you…”“Amelia” She breathed, her eyes fastened on his lipsWhen he said it like that; it made her believe him.She and Ethan had had sex numerous of time and although it hadn’t been all she had expected, he was a great lover and she enjoyed her moments with him. They always tried to have sex about once a week if their schedules allowed and it always was mind blowing to her. He had been her first and she had not ever thought about having sex with another man even when he had playfully suggested it to her once during a game.“You should try it, Amelia and I think your fiancé is an ass for not telling you about his preference” he murmured, his eyes on her face.“Thank you” Amelia blushed, leaning away from him… away from that pull that even at the moment was threatening to overwhelm her.He grinned at her, revealing dimpled cheeks and then got up from the bed.“You can stay the night; I will make sure no one interrupts your beauty sleep and you should talk to your fiancé about what you saw. It will make it a whole lot better for your relationship with each other” he advised, reaching for the door.“Are you a patron too?” Amelia blurted, stopping the man in his tracks.He said nothing, merely opened the door and left her while she thought about how she had no idea what his name was.Okay so it hadn’t been anything his employee had done that had the woman running like she was being chased by a demon from hell.Well, maybe it was; after all her fiancé had been fucking one of his employees as she had described.Jackson walked away from the room, down the hallway and out into the bar where he let out the much need breath that he had had pent up in his lungs. He had for one there almost offered to teach her about the pleasures of being watched while having sex and her eyes; they were definitely bluer than most that he had seen.She was an incredibly beautiful woman and he could taste the innocence on her just by looking into her eyes. He wondered what kind of sex she was getting if her fiancé had decided to patronize the club instead of coming home to a ravishing beauty like her.Not even the sadness in her eyes and the tear streaks on her face could hide how utterly stunning she looked and Jackson could very well imagine her with nothing on, that glorious mane of red
Amelia settled into the cab, her leg throbbing but not as much as it had when she had stumbled down those stairs. She knew the stranger had said she could stay for the night but she wanted to be home when Ethan returned and she had made up her mind to talk to him about what she had seen.The stranger had said it would help their relationship and although she did not see how it was going to change the fact that he had gone behind her back to have sex with some other woman and in front of people?The cab stopped in front of her house and she stepped out, her heart pounding furiously as she saw Ethan’s car parked in the driveway. He was home and probably worried about her, wondering where she had gone so late at night.She walked into the house, stopping when she saw him seated, still dressed with his eyes on the clock. He did not seem to have noticed her presence yet and so she cleared her throat, watching as his eyes settled on hers, a disapproving frown on his face.“Where are you com
SIX Jackson watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling and her lips slightly parted. She looked so small and lonely in his large bed and he was extremely tempted to take her up on her offer for tutorship. He would have if he was the Jackson of his past who wouldn’t care about what was being offered to him except the fact that he had to take it. That Jackson had been a complete asshole and an incurable playboy and he wouldn’t say that he wasn’t still the same person; he was just calmer and saner and knew when to back the hell off and that was the case with the woman sleeping in his bed right now He knew he had to back the hell away from her He had no need for the kind of baggage and problems she was definitely oozing but he could not stop the fatal attraction he had for her; one that even as he watched her sleep was overwhelming. It was her hair; he definitely had a weakness for red hair and with the way it was spread out on the white bed. “Damn” He muttered, discarding the s
SEVENTwo months afterAmelia muttered under her breath as she stepped into the office building hoping she did not look as out of place as she felt. She righted the wrinkle on her shirt and approached the front desk, her hair in a chignon and her grey contact lens secured in her eyes.She plastered a smile on her face, straining as she nodded at the front desk and got a flat smile in return. The only thing she and the woman had in common was their hair tied tightly to the back which she guessed was the work ethic for the company.In fact she noticed that most of the women had blond hair and looked like they all stepped out of the same fashion magazine.She sighed, stopping in front of the woman who continued typing away on the laptop in front of her, the only thing acknowledging Amelia’s existence was the quirk of her eyebrow.“Hello, good morning” Amelia said brightly.She wasn’t about to allow her enthusiasm be dampened by this woman. She had gotten the job and although she had not
EIGHTJackson patted himself on the back at to his composure as he waited for her to take the seat in front of him.Two months of him searching high and low for anyone named Amelia with red hair and the bluest eyes on God’s planet and he had come up blankIt was like she had dropped from the surface of the earth or she never existed but he knew she did and he had had hopes that he was going to find her.He had all but given up his search right before she dropped into his laps with her application to work for his company as a receptionist.That was the only position that had been available seeing as he had fired the previous one on the grounds of flirtation with his brother. He did not condone the mixture of business with pleasure and not even his brother was spared his strictness.He would have missed her if he had decided to not be in charge of the reviewing of applications as always but he had and when her face had popped up, her hair tied in a ponytail and a glass perched prettily
NINEAmelia could hardly breathe as she collapsed on the chair she presumed was hers. The image of Jackson smirking at her still ingrained in her head as she took deep breaths trying to calm the nerves and butterflies flapping incessantly in her stomach.She had no idea whom she had been expecting but it was definitely not the one man she had tried to…Amelia groaned as the memories of that evening flooded her mind… about her blatantly asking him for sex and she had hazy memories of waking up in the middle of the night and their conversation which were all a messy blur in her head.“Are you okay?”Amelia’s head snapped up, her eyes focusing hazily on the woman in front of her.“I am fine” she managed to get out of her dried up throat“He tends to do that to newbies… to keep them on their toes but don’t worry; you will get used to it” the woman smiled.Amelia nodded her head not trusting herself to say anything more.There was no way she was going to continue working with him knowing
TENIt is a challenge then, Jackson thought; the corners of his mouth curving into a smile as he pushed both hands in his pocket.He could feel the excitement pulsing through his veins as he took a seat, waiting for the meal she had scampered off to get ready.He wondered if she had any idea as to his choices of food or what he was allergic to. She had not asked him so he could only presume that Celine had given her instructions as to that effect seeing as she knew exactly how he ate.Jackson reclined in his seat staring at the screen in front of him and at the face of his brother who had made the news for the second time on the very first day of the new week. He sighed as he perused the article that was talking about his brother’s relationship with Emily Blanc; a model who worked for the John Carter modeling agency.John was an old friend and school mate and they got together most of the time to discuss business and talk about investments which Jackson had been seriously considering
ELEVENHe was waiting for her response but she had none; how could she explain that she had seen a note which was tagged important and then presumed it was stuffs that he liked to it. Amelia was sure that this was probably her first and last day in the office judging by the stare he had pinned her with.“Well?” He askedBest to go with the truth, Amelia thought“I saw a note while I was going through the files I was given at the reception; it was tagged important so I just figured they were meals that you liked to take. I had no idea… I am sorry” She mutteredJackson’s face cleared as he continued staring at her.It was obvious that this was some prank that Celine had decided to play on her, no doubt knowing that he could have her fired for doing such a thing.“Have you had anything to eat?” He askedAmelia shook her head in the positive; she was lying but she wasn’t about to compound her problems. The loud growl of her stomach shamed her as she blushed, watching his mouth widen in a