Bring me to life (The golden collection) (3 page)

             
"So..." Blake grabbed my hand. He was very much into public affection. "Ronnie, you aren't going to acquaint us with your date's name?"

             
Veronica blushed and clapped her hands with delight. She loved being the centre of attention. I felt a little embarrassed for him. "This is Maxwell Thomas" she draped her arm over him as if she had won a prize and was claiming it. Maxwell shifted in his seat our eyes locked and I quickly turned away.

             
"Hi" Blake leant over and the men shook hands. "I'm Blake Waterman and this is my girl Georgina Dawson."

             
"Actually we met yesterday" I blurted out. Blake looked at me bewildered. I grabbed my wine and took a sip. "Maxwell interviewed me" I coughed and looked at Maxwell. A smug smirk appeared on his face.

             
"I see" Blake smiled. "Well Mr Thomas were you impressed with my girl?"

             
"Very much so" he said slowly and seductively. Just those three words sounded delicious.

             
Snap out of it woman!!
A voice screamed at me.

             
Here I was sitting at my boyfriends parents house and opposite me was sat the man who took advantage of me.

             
Wait.... Did he?

             
I quickly went over the event in my mind.

             
It was all you!!
The voice in my head laughed. 

             
This really was turning into a fucked up situation.

              Dinner was served and the wine was flowing a little too well. Every time my glass ran dry a very nice waiter would refill it without asking. The conversation was flowing well too. Blake was in a long discussion with the old man. He was telling him about his photography and his hopes for the future. Veronica was entertaining the table with her society celebrity fame- name dropping mainly. The only two people not making a sound was me and Maxwell. I was now too nervous to look in his direction. I thought the wine would make me brave but it had done the exact opposite. Half way through dessert I could no longer bare the pain from my bladder. I excused myself and headed off to the bathroom. When I was fully relieved I headed back to the so called party.

             
"Georgina."

             
I stopped in my tracks. He was leaning up against the wall opposite the bathroom. He had followed me. He looked dark and sexy. His hair made him look like he was on fire. My pulse raced. Was it illegal to look that good?

             
"We should talk" he demanded. He started to look around putting me on edge. "Not here!" He pointed to the bathroom.

             
What was he playing at?

             
Did he actually think I was that kind of girl?

             
Then the laughing started in my head.
You had sex with this bloke after thirty minutes of meeting him. He did think I was that kind of girl.

             
The terror began to set in.

             
"I don't think that's a good idea" I hesitated. "What if Blake comes looking for me?"

             
“Blake won't! He's too busy talking to Veronica." He grabbed my arm. I tried to free myself but was not very successful. Within seconds we stood in a bathroom only centimetres apart.

             
"I'm really sorry about yesterday" he said softly. It took me off guard. I wasn't expecting this. I had actually thought he wanted a replay and an urge of disappointment swirled in my stomach.

             
Was I craving the heat and passion from yesterday?

             
I  looked up in disbelief. "I don't do that. That is not how I normally conduct my interviews."

             
"How do you conduct them Mr Thomas?" I teased.

             
He gave an amused smile and laughed. Instantly the uneasy tension between us vanished and I felt comfortable in his presence. "Not like that" he raised an eyebrow and we both laughed this time. "I want you to start Monday. Not because we fucked but because your the only decent person I spoke to." I held my breath. "I would actually like us to be friends."

             
Phew ...I let the breath out. "Wouldn't it get in the way?"

             
"Would what get in the way?" he looked confused.

             
"Us . . . You know . . . . " I shook my head surely he had some idea what I was talking about. I had to put it in terms he understood. "We fucked!!"

             
"Why should it?" he asked. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I froze. I felt electric pulses moving through me. I had never had this feeling before. "We forget about it. I never mix business with pleasure Georgina." I had to take this job after what I had just felt I couldn't walk away. "I have no hidden agenda. You want the job?"

             
"Yes please" I beamed. Then I realized what had happened and joy filled me. I started jumping on the spot. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and hugged him. "Oh thank you . . . Thank you so much." He whirled me around and we both laughed.

             
"I have just realized I'm hugging my boss in my boyfriend's parents bathroom!"

             
He pulled away and grinned. "That's a fucked up situation! One more thing?" He stopped and blushed slightly. Maxwell Thomas blushing. Wow that was sexy. "We didn't use anything.... Are you?"

             
I held my hand up realizing what he was referring to. "I am fully protected" I leant forward and took in the scent of his aftershave. It was heavenly. "I have the implant!" He smiled with relief.

             
We both rejoined the party and straight away I told everyone I was going to work for Maxwell. For the rest of the night I could relax. We watched Blake's Dad get embarrassed when it was time to cut the cake. Blake's Mum gave a speech about how she loved her husband and her son. The whole time I had a smile fixed permanently on my face and my perfect blonde god by my side. Maybe I could finally put a line under what had happened and move on. However the disappointed feeling from earlier was still there.

             
I might of liked a hidden agenda?

             
Obviously Maxwell was a decent bloke and had realized it was a mistake. I had to move on. Not like the man was in love with me!

             
That's why he used the word fuck not made love!

             
I had to start living my perfect life I had made with my perfect man.

*  *  *

              Owwww!!! My head was hurting and my mouth felt like there had been a draught overnight. I opened my eyes but the sun shining through the window made them close immediately.

             
"Morning piss head!" I half opened my eyes and saw Blake standing in the doorway. He looked flushed and drenched in sweat. He had just come back from his morning run. He was such a morning person it was sicking. I glazed over at the alarm clock . . . 10.30 AM. I groaned and closed my eyes. My head felt better when I did that.

             
What day is it?

             
It was Sunday.

             
One more sleep till Monday.

             
Why on earth was he waking me up on a Sunday?

             
Didn't he know Sunday was Georgina's day of rest?

             
"Come on" he laughed sitting down next to me. He placed something down on the bedside table. "I made you a strong coffee."

             
"And a cigarette?" I snarled opening one eye.

             
"George, you don't smoke any more!" He tilted his head to one side and narrowed his eyes at me. Whoops!! I had done something wrong. "And don't think I didn't see you last night because I DID!!"

             
"Huh?" I had no idea what he was talking about. I was pretty sure it wasn't good.

             
"I saw you ...." His eyes widen. Shit what had I done? "That Maxwell bloke gave you a cigarette!"

             
There it was.

             
"Oh yeah" I giggled.

             
"Oh yeah!" He snapped.

             
Blake was a health freak. He made me give up three months ago. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. I didn't actually think at the time I could do it. I liked being a non smoker. Plus, I  now had extra money to spend on clothes. Every now and again temptation did grab hold of me. That's why I had never told Blake about my secret stash. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him?

             
"Why are you waking me up?" I whined.

             
Blake tutted. "Lunch?" I shook my head. "With your Dad!" I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Drink your coffee, shower and make yourself pretty. Don't want your Father thinking I'm leading you astray." He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

             
"You stink of Body odour" I added.

             
"And you have morning breath!" He kissed my nose and headed off to the bathroom. I poked my tongue out at him as he left.

              "We could leave" I whispered seductively into Blake's ear. I began to stroke the back of his neck with my nails. "They are not here yet..... And I can think of a thousand ways to spend our afternoon." I kissed his cheek and his eyes slowly turned to mine. I winked and blew him a kiss.

             
"NO!" He said sternly. The moment was gone. In fact all the moments this weekend had gone. I removed my hand, sighed and slumped back into my chair. "Your Father wants to see you."

             
"My Dad never wants to see me. All he cares about is his business." I looked around the restaurant. It was Dads favourite. Of course. It was one of the cheapest! My Dad was such a tight fisted man who never knew when to keep his mouth shut. He was never happy. Well.. He was when it involved moaning and bitching about people. How Caitlyn put up with him was beyond me. Me and Dee couldn't wait to leave home.

             
"George" said a male voice. I looked up and smiled. Even though he was a grumpy old fart I loved him very much.

             
"Dad!" I stood up and wrapped my arms round him. "Your late! . . . . Caitlyn" I greeted her with the same affectionate hug. Caitlyn was my Dads second wife. The 1st was my mother. Caitlyn had brought me and sister up since I was 10 and Dee was 12 years old. My mother had left us a year before. Her excuse was she didn't want to conform to society's pressure any more. She wasn't made to be a mother or a wife. She had a free spirit and needed to explore the world. She got as far as London, married a pot head and now that pot head was in prison for dealing and supplying cannabis. HA!!

             
Caitlyn was a naturally slim woman, very pretty and sassy. She dressed much younger than her age and always had incredible haircuts. At the moment she had it cut into a cute black bob.

             
"Richie" my Dad said in Blake's direction.

             
"Blake" he corrected and shook my Dads hand.

             
"You sure" Dad looked puzzled. Why did he always do this? I cringed. I knew exactly why! He constantly took the mick out of Blake. He kept saying he was the boy out of that movie "Richie Rich". All because Blake was blonde, an only child and had rich parents. My Dad can be such an arse.

             
"Come on . . . SIT" he commanded. "I'm staving" with the click of his fingers we all grabbed our seats and sat down. A waiter came over with menus. Dad held his hand up. "No we don't need them. Four steaks and chips with two bottles of your best house white." The waiter looked stunned, he wrote it down and strolled off. "Any news??"

             
This is what I had been dreading. It was going to end up with him yelling. He yelled about everything. I took a deep breath and looked at my hands. I felt like a child.              

             
"Well . . .Er . . . See . ." I stopped and looked up.

             
Just do it!

             
"I have a job".

             
There was no reaction from him he wasn't even blinking. "With who?"

             
"I'm going to be a PA for Maxwell Thomas. He's a celebrity agent and runs an agency" my voice sounded quiet and was shaking in places.