Jasper sprawled on the sofa in his study, he'd left the door ajar, and he could hear Ellie moving about opening the filing cabinets and gently humming a tune. She had the afternoon off, and she wasn't even supposed to be in there.
He should tell her to get out of that suit put her jeans back on, and that sexy shirt that showed off those gorgeous breasts, and he would make sketches of her. He would paint her wrapped in his ducal blue velvet robe, which would spill open to reveal her delicious creamy skin and just the edge, or maybe one, of her raspberry coloured nipples. He wouldn't want too much showing there had to be something left to the imagination. He wondered if she waxed, did she have a landing strip like Georgie, which he always thought looked ridiculous, trimmed to within a millimetre of its life. What Ellie needed was a small neat triangle of silky curls. Or nothing at all.
Jasper closed his eyes as he imagined his hands running up the smooth contours o
It was dark in the club, dark and noisy, well, it was Friday night how else was it supposed to be? Jasper had almost changed his mind on the way over to the club. The only reason he had come was to have sex, get his rocks off and get Ellie out of his mind, and now even that had lost its allure.He made small conversation with Tom on the way over here, though he hadn't apologised for losing his temper. Tom was weird like that; he was a typical Hooray-Henry. Tom was an Honorable. His father had been made a Lord for services to the community or some such thing. Tom had taken his Honorable title to heart, and he enjoyed people bowing and scraping before him. It just made Jasper feel uncomfortable, but he was born into it, so he didn't take much notice and unless people made a big deal out of calling him 'Your Grace' he never really bothered.He got a couple of beers from the bar, and he knew it wouldn't be long before Tom would be ordering champagne, well let h
Ellie tossed and turned until midnight when she woke up and discovered that she was still dressed. Ellie staggered, still half asleep, to the bathroom, she pulled her suit off and made the usual comforting process of cleaning her face and brushing her teeth. Pulling her nightdress on, giving her hair a final brush Ellie got back into bed. The conversation she had heard, played over and over in her mind. She was painfully aware of the saying that eavesdroppers never hear any good of themselves. Well, that wasn't entirely true, what they had said about her was all very good they thought she was gorgeous, it's what they wanted to do to her that made her feel sick. It was so embarrassing as well that Jasper had seen her, why hadn't he said anything? The thought made her blush, and she was so suddenl
"Goodnight mate," Jasper handed the taxi driver twenty pounds, he had always liked chatting to taxi drivers, they had an excellent communication system. They knew everything that was going on in town. In the back of the cab they had had a good chat about a couple of famous chefs, people tended to let the public facade slip when they were in the back of a cab, and Jasper had just discovered that one of them was having a torrid affair with a someone he knew. He ran up the front steps and let himself into the house.He'd left Tom at the club, he was having a good time with the Charlie, but he had made his excuses to Samantha and came home. He went down to the kitchen, should he have another beer or just a coffee? He put the kettle on and was getting a clean mug from the dishwasher. He needed to review his notes for this lunch meeting tomorrow. There were much better places to build a bypass. He was pouring the water into his mug when he heard a noise. He walked to th
Ellie gulped and slowly lifting her head, she raised her eyes to confirm that she was using her boss as a pillow. Shit! She'd even rubbed her nose on him, what if she'd left...snot on his shirt? She glanced at where her face had been, what if she'd drooled on him! Ellie let half her breath out everything looked clean thank goodness. She looked a bit further up this time, dreading the thought that she had woken him and that he was watching her. So it was with relief that she saw his eyes were still closed and his mouth a little open.Letting out the rest of her breath and trying to breathe in naturally Ellie couldn't help staring at him, his stubble had grown and oh God did it make him look, look... Oh for God's sake there was no two ways about it the man was just sex on legs. For heaven's sake, get a grip, Ellie! Screwing her eyes closed and taking a breath, she eventually opened them and tried to find a different perspective to him. It didn't take her long as she looke
Richie lost sight of Ellie and decided that he must call Jasper and see how she was getting on. He looked around again to see if he could see her and being disappointed he took the escalator down to the lower ground floor to the luxury accessories department. Violet loved handbags. They were her biggest weakness, she seemed to have a new bag each week, and he'd caught her and his office gatekeeper Amanda raving over some Mulberry bag in a magazine during their afternoon coffee break."Oh no not the handbag brigade again." He joked with them as he took his coffee mug back to the kitchen " you two don't have enough days
Jasper was in conversation with Mrs Troutridge, the name suited her, and her beauty therapist had gone overboard with the Botox. His mind wandered to a fantasy painting of Evadne Troutridge with a mermaids tail and her long blond extensions floating in the water and her humongous breasts bobbing up and down in the waves like a life jacket. She would be caught in a fishing net and struggling to get out to be with all her mini triplet Troutridges; Wayne, and Dwayne,"ooh I just had to call them after cowboys."She had told him breathlessly.
In the mythical and ancient manual of hangovers and how to deal with them, the law is, that once Hypnos has kicked you out of Erebos and you are dragged back into consciousness, you keep your eyes closed, that is Closed with a capital C. Breathing should be very slow, and for Christ's sake Do. Not. Move. Moving, meant throwing up, which is not something to be recommended, especially when you couldn't open your eyes and see where you are. Chucking up in your girlfriend's bed, or on your mother's sofa, that was something you would be paying for, no doubt, for the rest of your life. Gutters, a bathroom, or if you were fortunate a bucket that someone had very kindly put at the side of you. They were the only places to rid yourself of excess alcohol. Thank God, Jasper thought, that he'd grown out of
Jasper went to his study and slumped in the chair behind the desk. Christ, what the hell was he going to do? His fucking father! If he didn't hate him when he was alive, he damn well did now. How was she supposed to get married in six months, to a woman who was a virgin? That was ridiculous, and Henry had said that his father was sick and tired of Jasper cavorting around with these hussies, and what he should be doing was settling down with a nice tidy girl who would give him children and especially a boy to inherit the dukedom. Bloody hell did his father think he was living in the 1800s? Six months was not enough time for half of the girls he knew to put their makeup on, never mind organise a society wedding. God forbid, he was screwed. He leaned back in his chair and went over the meeting with