Semua Bab Kirstie's Tale: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Ben speaks slowly, almost slurring his words.He's humiliated...... But he's doing it anyway..."I spoke with Kirstie a few days ago. She didn't want to talk to me, gave me a real piece of her mind..." James side-glances me then returns his attention to Ben. "She told me that, well, all of you are volunteers in what you're doing and that's it's really none of my business and... that I should apologise to you."James pauses, digesting his words. "It's not me who needs the apology, Ben. I can understand why you felt the need to defend your brother. But Charlotte is a different matter.""I know, I know. Is she here? I'll talk to her while you're present if you would prefer that. I'm guessing that you don't want to leave me alone in her company...""You are quite correct there," says James. "Kirstie, can you call Charlotte, please. I believe you will find she is in her own office, extension 4528."Back at my desk, I tap the number, "Um, Charlotte, it's Kirstie here from the

James pauses, letting that sink in.Weighing up my reaction?"But..." I stammer. "But everyone thought that was a terrorist attack or an attempt at ransom. That's what the news reports said."He arches his brows. "The full details of that... incident... were not released to the news agencies, and I think that people who commit such acts could be called terrorists, don't you?"I drain my cup and sit, staring at the dregs. James takes the cup from my hand, refills it and pushes it back into my hand.Sipping my coffee again, "So, the people you are watching for are dangerous then?""Oh, yes, very dangerous." He leans forwards, touches my hand, "Don't misunderstand, Kirstie. I am not asking you to get involved. I wouldn't do that. It would be grossly unfair of me. But since you are doing the job you are anyway, I thought I'd speak with you; sound you out."What's this all about?"Why would anyone want to hurt Charlotte? She's such a nice person, at least when people aren't

And with that, his hand pushes in and up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge deep, rubbing at my g-spot.All but disabled by the earthquake in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling to swallow long strands of spaghetti."That's it. Enjoy your food, but I want you good and expectant for later when I get my cock inside you."It's not going to take too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My hips quake and jerk and he smiles edge-ways at me.He leans in close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while "You're still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the main course soon."And with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen napkin.He dabs at his mouth with the napkin, talking behind it. "You're drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful. How'

Richard Haswell is not aggressive or pompous with it though. In my experience, men who behave like that are invariably wannabe Alphas. Haswell carries himself like a lord, with an easy authority that cuts the air. He wears wealth and power like a mantle, unconsciously and taking the two entirely for granted. His manner is courteous and natural.If you can walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch...James waves me forward. "Richard, this is Kirstie Jamieson, who recently started as concierge in the main building reception. I was telling you about her the other day if you recall... and this is her..." he pauses, ever so briefly, "... partner, Ryan Dougherty, who I invited here today to discuss a possible tender in which he may be interested. Kirstie, Ryan, this is Richard Haswell, CEO of the Haswell corporation, and his wife Elizabeth.""Nice to meet you Mr Haswell, Mrs Haswell..." I hold out my hand to shake, as does Ryan, but as I set eyes on Elizabeth Haswell, I double-take b

James raises his brows. "My apologies, Kirstie. I meant no offence. Of course, you buy what you can afford. But in this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want you to have the equipment to match the job. I assume you have no objection to a phone upgrade?""Er, no..."???"I didn't think so. I'll get something ordered for you with a decent camera and a lot more memory. I'd like to look at the laptop you're using too. What model is it?""Um, I've no idea. It's just what was being used on the desk when I started the job, to book visitors in and out.""Alright, I'll take a look at it when I'm passing through... Um, no, on second thoughts, it would look a bit odd for me to be sitting at the reception desk..." He stands, opens the door, calling out. "Francis, could you pop down to the lobby please and bring up Kirstie's laptop for me..."Five minutes later, there is a tap on the door: Francis, looking at me curiously, the lobby laptop in hand."Thanks, Franc