Allure (10 page)

Twelve

Kira

‘What’re you doing?’

I turn around to see Joey standing in the doorway of my bedroom, arms folded, a mug of coffee in his hand, a suspicious look on his face. But I really couldn’t give a shit today.

‘What’s it look like I’m doing?’

‘Oh, she’s got the mouth on her today I see. Been playing the dominant one with our American boy, have we?’

I don’t answer him. I’m not in the mood. I had been intending to have it out with him this morning over whatever it was he’d told Neal in Bam-Bams last night, but after all that talk of role-play and giving Neal a blow-job that blew his sexy-as-hell mind, none of that matters now.

‘What are you
wearing
?’ Joey walks into the room, staring at me as I slip on high, spike-heeled black suede ankle boots.

‘What do you mean, what am I wearing? What’s wrong with it?’

‘You got an interview or something?’

I look in the mirror and smile. I’ve dug out some of my “sexy secretary” gear, but adapted it slightly so it looks a lot more “outside of the bedroom friendly”, for want of a better way of putting it. I’m wearing a tight black knee-length pencil skirt, and no knickers, as requested, teamed with a white, open-necked shirt and push-up bra, my hair piled messily on top of my head.

‘I’m going to work with Neal today.’

Joey almost chokes on his coffee. ‘Sorry? You’re what?’

‘I’m working with Neal today.’ I turn around to face him. ‘What part of that don’t you understand?’

‘All of it.’ He narrows his eyes as he looks me up and down again. ‘What does he do, anyway? Because, I’m gathering you’ve found that out now. Did he tell you willingly, or did you fuck it out of him?’

‘You’re disgusting sometimes, do you know that?’

He just raises an eyebrow and takes another sip of coffee.

‘He’s an art dealer.’

This time Joey really does choke on his coffee. ‘A what?’

‘You heard.’

‘Fuck me… Really?’

‘Yeah. Really.’

‘An art dealer, huh… Well, he can come check out my pieces any time he likes.’

‘Your mistrust of Neal really is selective, isn’t it?’

He ignores me, but he knows I’m right.

‘So where do
you
come into it, then? What is it? Take your escort to work day?’

‘You want to shut up before you become really offensive. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m meeting Neal back at the hotel.’

He’d wanted to come with me, to the house, while I got changed, but no matter how I feel about the man, no client will ever visit my home. I don’t want anyone knowing where I live. Not even Neal. I like our little hotel suite bubble we’ve created. Anything else is just way too personal. Way too close. Way too dangerous.

‘Hey, lady, get back here.’

I raise a hand in acknowledgment but don’t turn around. I’m busy. I might tell him more later, if he starts being nicer.

Right now, all I want to do is get back to Neal.

I’m going to work.

And he is gonna have one hell of a day.

Neal

She didn’t want me to come to her home, and I understand that. But I can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt. It felt like some kind of rejection, and yeah, it stung. But the second she walked back into my hotel suite nothing else mattered. Except her. And this crazy day we’re having.

She’s so much fucking fun I can’t explain. She’s playing my good-but-really-bad-girl assistant better than I’d hoped. She’s so professional and polite and she even sounds like she knows what she’s talking about after I gave her a quick run-through of who this client was and what his needs were in the car on the way over. She’s quick at picking things up. And the client fucking adores her! He’s a member of the landed gentry, an old fashioned guy with a hell of a lot of money and an eye for the younger ladies, and Kira had him wrapped around her little finger within seconds. All she had to do was smile and he was floored. I know that feeling. She smiles, and I’m lost. And I know that telling her what I do, letting her into my world; I know that’s a risky thing to do. I may be giving away a little too much of myself, but that’s my choice. And this, what we’re doing here, this is what we should have been doing from the start – having some fucking fun, instead of trying to analyse what it is or isn’t we might be feeling. We really don’t have time for that. It doesn’t matter. We should have been having days like this from the beginning.

I watch as she leans in towards my client, placing a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him as he talks to her about the vase he’s brought up from
London
for me to look at. It’s an antique, and worth a fair bit of money, although not as much as he thought it might be worth, but Kira managed to ease the disappointment on that score. She’s had him smiling since the minute he got here.

She throws her head back and laughs, and it’s all I can do to keep my cock under control. I know she’s not wearing any panties, she showed me as much before we left the hotel. And she’s newly shaved and soft to the touch and I am aching to fuck her. I think we’ve both worked hard enough this morning. We deserve a break.

I take a deep breath as she walks towards me, sliding the end of her pen into her mouth and I know she’s doing that on purpose.

My mind goes back to the incredible blow-job she gave me this morning, and she knows that’s exactly what I’m thinking about.

‘Edward’s just popped out to his car.’

She’s on first name terms with him already, that’s how taken he is with her.

‘He says he has something he wants to give me.’

I smile because she knows exactly what she’s saying. She worded it that way on purpose. ‘I think we both know what he really wants to give you, Ms Blu.’

She smiles back, and I’m already imagining her in the back seat of my car, skirt up around her waist, legs wrapped around my hips as I slam into her. She’s gonna go from good girl to bad so fast it’ll make her head spin.

‘Are we nearly done here, Mr Cannon?’

Oh, Jesus, she’s far too good at this. I might have to hire her. I really might. Shit, there’s a thought…

‘Neal?’

‘Hmm? Sorry?’

‘Are we nearly done here?’

I look at her, and for a few seconds I can’t speak. It’s like I’ve been rendered speechless. ‘Erm, yeah. Yeah, we are. I just need to have a word with Lord Farnham when he gets back inside, then we’re done.’

‘I’ll go see where he’s got to then, huh?’

‘Hang on…’

She walks back over to me and I rest my hand on her hip, leaning in close, my mouth almost touching her ear.

‘I’m gonna need you to do something for me real soon, Ms Blu.’

‘Would you like me to take something down, Mr Cannon?’

I laugh quietly, and I feel her shiver against me, and I take a risk by sliding my hand down over her thigh, snaking it lazily up under her skirt, and I don’t stop until I find her pussy, touching it gently, inhaling deep. She’s wet and ready and I am desperate for her now. Fucking desperate. ‘That’ll be all, Ms Blu.’ I slide my hand out from under her skirt, but our eyes are still locked. ‘For now.’

She smiles as she backs away, sliding the pen back between her teeth, promising me so fucking much with just one look.

Every day should be like this.

I need the memories.

I need
her
.

God fucking help me…

Kira

Watching him work is the biggest turn-on. He’s as beautiful to look at as any of the pieces of art he’s shown me this morning, and I am having so much fun, being here, with him. And the fact he’s told me what it is that he does; the fact he’s actually let me inside his world, like this, that’s something I can’t ignore. He’s given a little bit more of himself to me, but I can’t allow myself to give in to the pressure of feeling like I have to do the same. I can’t go there. I’m having the greatest time today, I really am, and this is how I want to spend the rest of the time we have left together. I want us to have fun, and not think. Fuck, and have fun. I can’t give him anything else.

He absent-mindedly nudges his glasses further up his nose as he points something out to Lord Farnham, and I recall a couple of times I spent evenings with men like Neal’s client. I only ever accompanied them to dinner parties where they were in need of some pretty arm candy for the evening, there was never any sex, but that’s why I’m so comfortable around people like Lord Farnham. I can be anyone I want to be, and right now I want to be Neal’s submissive secretary; feel his cock deep inside me as he uses me as nothing more than a vessel in which to rid himself of the day’s stresses and strains.

He nudges his glasses up again and looks over at me, throwing me a wink and I swear I have to hold down a tiny gasp. It won’t be long now. We’re almost done. But I’m so close to finding a bathroom and finger-fucking myself to a climax I am aching to feel.

I tuck my pen behind my ear and hug my notebook to my chest as I look around the grand and beautifully ornate room we’re standing in. We’re in the drawing room of a stunning country house in the heart of the Northumberland countryside, which belongs to members of Lord Farnham’s family. He doesn’t come up north all that often, apparently, he told us over coffee this morning, but this house has been in his family for generations, and he’s thinking of visiting the North East on a more frequent basis now. He’s a nice man. A kind, friendly man, if not a bit on the eccentric side, as Neal had said. But I’ve enjoyed today. At times I even forgot I was only playing the role of Neal’s assistant.

I’m his unpaid whore and I have to remember that.

I don’t have a normal life.

I’d never really wanted one.

But now…

Now I don’t know…

Neal

‘What would you like for lunch, Mr Cannon?’

I adjust the rear-view mirror slightly so I can see her in the back seat of the Mercedes I’ve rented during my stay here. She’s loosened her shirt a little, exposing more of her perfect tits, and I watch as she hitches her skirt up a touch, slowly crossing and uncrossing her legs all “Fatal Attraction” style, reminding me that she’s wearing no panties. Yeah. My cock’s telling me it’s lunch time.

I pull up in a secluded spot – or what I hope is secluded – on the edge of a forest. We’re deep in the countryside, and it’s a weekday, so surely we’re OK here. I don’t think I care if we’re not.

I unfasten my seatbelt and climb out of the car, opening the back door and leaning inside, flashing her a wide grin. ‘I thought you were sorting that, Ms Blu?’

She smiles, throws her notebook aside and moves around so she’s kneeling up on the back seat. And then she leans forward, on all fours, reaches out to grab my tie and pulls me inside.

I slam the door shut and quickly unzip myself, breathing the biggest sigh of relief as my cock springs loose, and she’s got it covered within seconds, the feel of her fingers sliding the condom down over me almost enough to make me come right there and then.

‘Is this OK for you, Mr Cannon?’

She straddles me, her skirt now hitched high above her hips as she lowers herself down over me, and before I can catch my breath I’m inside her. And she’s riding me for all she’s fucking worth, leaning right back, her hands on my knees as she grinds up and down on my lap. I close my eyes and enjoy the ride, but then I quickly open them because watching my cock disappear inside her is one of my favourite things to do, but it’s gonna make me come quicker than I might have done if I’d kept my eyes closed.

‘Jesus, Kira…’

She leans forward and puts her fingers to my mouth, shaking her head. ‘Stay in character, Mr Cannon. We’re playing, remember? Stay in character.’

She is
killing
me!

‘As your boss, Ms Blu, am I allowed to…
Christ!
’

I’m coming. I’m coming so hard and I want her to come too, so I reach down to touch her but she’s already there, rubbing herself to a climax that shakes both our bodies and I cling on to her, feeling every last vibration of her pussy as it grips me tight. And then she climbs off me, adjusts her skirt and runs her fingers through her hair, composing herself in a second, and it’s so freaking hot my head is spinning.

‘Anything else I can get you, Mr Cannon?’

Yeah. A lifetime pass to your fucking world, darlin’. I want to live there forever.

But I can’t.

I’m not sure anybody can.

‘Take everything off.’

The words are out before I even realise I’m saying them. But suddenly all I want is to see her naked and stretched out on this back seat, ready for me to do anything I want to her.