Business: Phoenix #1 (17 page)

“We just need proof that it’s him Case.” Matt’s tone is
low.

The young waiter returns and Matt being the gentleman that
he is settles the entire bill. We all ride back to my parent’s house in
silence. All lost in thought and I am thinking on how I can catch William out.

Casey

When I wake up the next morning I can’t help but smile as I
realize there are two fingers between my legs rubbing the fabric of my panties
making me hot and aroused. A perfect wake up call.

“Good morning.” I flash Matt a sleepy smile, my voice
breathy.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He kisses my neck whilst his
fingers circle and press.

“I like morning sex.” I say in my sexiest voice, but
really it sounds like I am a heavy smoker. I feel Matt’s chest rise as he
chuckles.

“This isn’t sex.” He points out. “This is.” He says as he
pushes two fingers inside my panties and inside of me. The fabric restricting
him, I open my legs wider hoping for deeper penetration.

He continues to stroke inside of me until he finds the
spot which makes me moan.

“Ahh there it is.” He laughs lightly.

My hips thrust against his hand and I want more.

“Not yet,” he whispers, I want to save it for later and I
am disappointed. How can he get me so worked up and not fuck me?

He climbs up onto his knees and slides my panties off down
my legs and throws them to the floor. He bends my knees and pushes them apart.

And his tongue is where his fingers were moments ago,
circling my clit before dipping inside of me and I stifle back a moan suddenly
aware my mum and dad’s bedroom is across the hall, hoping that they can’t hear
what is going on, hoping that they don’t know what Matt is doing to me. If they
did, breakfast this morning would be quite awkward.

Matt’s tongue circles my clit as his fingers push inside
me faster and faster. The tension makes me tip my head back, dig my nails into
the mattress and makes my toes curl.

The orgasm crashes through me in huge waves. Matt holds my
legs in place and continues to run his tongue over me.

He stops and sits and looks at me.

“How was that?” He looks down at me with amusement.

“Amazing.” Is all I can manage.

His grin widens and he lays beside me, pulling me into his
arms.

“What about you?” I ask.

“Oh I’ll get my pleasure later, sweetheart.” He runs his
tongue across his lip. “I can still taste you, you taste so sweet, and I don’t
think I will ever be able to have enough of you Casey.”

His words are amazing, but I feel dirty. My cheeks flush
and he senses my embarrassment and laughs.

I am exhausted from my orgasm, so we decide to go back to
sleep for a little while. Wrapped in each other’s arms.

Casey

We arrive home late Sunday night; we ended up having a
lazy day at my parents and watched some TV with them before packing to come
home. Dad told Matt he will show him his projects another time, I know he was
secretly disappointed he didn’t get to show it to him, I can tell he really
likes Matt. We were planning on spending the day with them and enjoying the
little time we had bonding with them. But now we know my stalker is in the area
we decided we should lay low and head home once it gets dark.

Hannah decided to stay an extra few days. I know she’s
enjoying herself spending time with Andrew and I can see there is definitely a
romance blossoming between the two.  They make the cutest couple. Andrew
watches Hannah’s every movement like a hawk, and he looks at her so lovingly.

Matt makes his way straight up the stairs and I head to
the kitchen to make us both a cup of tea and a few slices of toast which I
carry upstairs on a tray and place on our bed.

He exits the en-suite bathroom with a slight smile on his
face. “Your bath is ready.”

“Thank you, I have made us some supper.” I glance in the
direction of the tray and he sits on his side of the bed.

“Oh I almost forgot! I haven’t checked my phone.” I reach
to the bedside cabinet and open the drawer where my phone had been kept and
switch it on.

There are over fifteen unread messages – a few from Sasha
asking how I am, one off my mum asking me to let her know once we arrive home
and the rest from the same number taunting me.

You look lovely today. Jeans suit you.

Don’t ignore me Casey, you will make me mad.

Answer me back.

Why won’t you answer me, I have sent you loads of
messages now and you never answer me.

Now I am really mad I warned you. You stupid slut.

Hope you enjoy yourself in Saltburn. I’ll be watching.

Did you enjoy your champagne? I bought it especially
for you.

Why didn’t you drink your champagne you ungrateful
bitch!!!!!!

Julie
misses you.

My
eyes flit to Matt. “William has got Julie!” I whine.

~~~~~

Matt

Casey has paced the bedroom floor for the past twenty
minutes. My eyes following her every movement. I asked her to sit but she
won’t. She wants to catch William. She wanted to call the police but without
proof they won’t act.

“I know what I need to do!” her voice is loud and eyes wide
with realization.

I look at her questioningly.

“Tomorrow, once I am back at work I will contact William
to come and see me, I will act extremely nice and pretend I am interested in
him. I’ll keep him there for a while and we will see if I get any texts, emails
or calls whilst he is there. If not, I will know he is the one behind it all.”
She says her face straight, eyes still wide.

I nod. It is a good idea, it just might work.  It won’t
prove for certain that it is William, but it might rule him out as a suspect. 
But how will I know she is safe?

What if William is the stalker, from his messages he seems
quite disturbed. What if he hurts her?

“And what if appears that William is the person behind the
stalking?” I ask her.

She sits down on the bed beside me. “Then I can tell the
police.”

“And what if he tries to hurt you?”

“I’m going to make sure Graham and the rest of the
security team know what I am doing. I will tell them to check on me regularly
and Michelle will be at work so I will get her to pop in occasionally.”

It takes me a few moments to realize who she is talking
about and I realize she is the assistant who made the pass at me. Slut.

“Okay and what about me?” I ask.

“In the nicest possible way, I want you to stay away; you
scared him off last time and for Julie’s sake I can’t afford for that to happen
again.” She smiles sincerely and I know she isn’t trying to sound like a bitch,
Casey isn’t a bitch.  I pull her onto my lap and tuck a piece of hair behind
her ear. I kiss her on the cheek.

“Okay,
but I won’t be far.  I just have to know you are safe.” I say against her face.

She
nods, “I will.”

I
know she believes it, but I intend to see to it.

Casey

My fingers are tapping away on my desk.

I'm nervous and I can't concentrate. I hope everything
goes to plan.

I made sure I wore a white low cut blouse with my navy
trouser suit. I need to make William feel like I really want him.

I need to catch the fucker out so I can save Julie from
wherever the psychopath has been keeping her.

I need to find out what he wants from me and what will
make him leave me, my family and friends alone. For good.

Michelle enters my office wearing a short dress that
doesn't leave much to the imagination - her breasts are on show for the whole
world to see. No wonder the majority of the men in the business fancy her.
She's quite the floozy.

"Hi Casey." She smiles.

"Hi Michelle. Did you manage to contact William
Smith?" I question, urgency in my voice.

"Yeah - he said he will call by as soon as he
can."

"Brilliant. Can you work on the desk outside of my
office today? With Hannah being away until later tonight I really need an
Assistant to take my calls and deal with any visitors whilst I'm busy with
William." I lie; I really want her to sit outside the door so she can hear
if I scream.

Her eyes widen as if I have given her some kind of
promotion. "Of course I will." She grins and turns to walk away.

My first text from the stalker alerts me.

 Casey? Don't you care about Julie? You selfish bitch.

I can't help myself, so I text back -

I will speak to you soon. Don't you worry about that.

The time seems to drag. I don't get a reply back; I assume
that is because William will be travelling to my office. So many questions are
running around inside my head I am starting to give myself a headache. I take a
sip of my water and sit back in my chair.

There’s a knock on my door and my phone beeps at the same
time.

"Come in," I call out whilst looking at my
phone.

The message is off the stalker.

I look forward to it. Can we speak in person?

I shake my head; the ass is trying to play mind games with
me. I'll play them back.

Of course. Soon?

I put my phone in my drawer and I look up to see William
standing in the doorway, his geeky smile. "Hi Casey." is all he says.

"Please take a seat William." I put on my best
fake smile; all I want to do is slap him for what he has put us all through the
past month or so. He sits and grins at me. "How are you?" I ask.

"I'm great thank you Casey. How are you?" How am
I? I am fucking sick of all of your shit William and I want you to stop and if
you don't stop I am going to strangle you.

"I'm good." Is all I settle with. Calm down,
Casey, keep your cool or you are going to mess up big time. I take a deep
breath.

"So why did you ask me here today?" He smiles
again, what a creep. I hear my phone beep to announce a new message, I assume
it is off Matt, I told him I would text him to update him but I haven't had
chance this morning, my mind has been preoccupied.

"I thought about everything you have said to me. 
Let's just say I have changed my mind about you. I have realized what I am
missing out on after all." I am getting good at lying lately.

"I-I thought you had a boyfriend?" He stutters
in disbelief.

I shake my head. "Things didn't work between
us."

"So you are willing to let me take you out?" A
huge grin takes over his face, his eyes twinkling. I have to remind myself that
this is a grown man I am speaking to and not a young boy. The way he acts and
dresses one would assume he wasn't over the age of sixteen.

"Yes." Is all I give him. I feel sick but flash
my 'flirting' smile and flutter my eye lashes a couple times.

He lets out a huge cheer which makes me jump out of my
skin.

"About time Casey. I knew we were always destined to
be together! Wait until I tell mother, she will be so happy." He
announces.

I smile and I hear my phone beep again. Poor Matt will be
worrying like mad because I haven't text him.

"Where would you like me to take you princess?"
I cringe at his nickname. I bet it is what his mum calls him.

"Oh, I don't know, why don't you pick somewhere,
William?" Again I flutter my eye lashes and it seems to drive him crazy. I
make a mental note to try this tactic on Matt.

"How about the cinema?" He asks his voice full
of enthusiasm.

"Sounds good." I smile; I glance down to my
watch - fifteen minutes down, forty-five to go.

"Oh, Casey, since we are now more than friends,
please, call me by my nickname - Willy." I bite my lip to stop myself from
laughing, I am afraid that if I speak it will slip out so I just nod my head.

Half an hour passes and I am sick of listening to
William's small talk - he is very boring and so child like it is unbelievable.
I don't think I would survive a full date with him; he isn't able to hold an
adult conversation for more than five minutes. He's nothing like my Matt -
intelligent, funny, and sexy and he doesn't look like his mother has dressed
him in clothes which are far too tight and aren't complimenting. In fact, I
wonder if I have ever seen Matt look anything other than nice.

"So, what do you think Casey?" William's high
pitched voice pulls me back from my little day dream about Matt.

"About what?" I ask, confused.

"You weren't listening to me were you?" He asks,
his voice sounds like he is insulted and his brow is furrowed to show his
annoyance.

"I was, I just don't understand the question." 
I shrug my shoulders.

His brow relaxes. "Oh sorry, I did probably ask a
little long winded, mother says I have the tendency to ramble a lot."

 I nod my head, yep, you do princess.

My phone beeps again. If I don't text him back soon he
will more than likely rush down here to check on me.

"Look William - Willy." I correct myself and
fight back the laughter that threatens yet again. "I'm really busy and I
have a meeting to get to in the next ten minutes. I need to prepare some
paperwork beforehand so I'm going to have to schedule our date later.
Sorry."

"Oh it is fine princess - I understand!"

I stand, walk over to the door and get ready to open the
door for him. He follows and stands a few feet away.

"Casey, since we are dating - we should probably kiss
goodbye." He suggests.

I can't believe what I have just heard. I cringe. How can
I say no?

"Okay, but I have a rule. No tongues." I grin.

He nods and moves in and kisses me on the lips and stays
there a lot longer than necessary. I don't close my eyes and watch him.

His eyes are tightly squeezed close and his lips are
puckered out; he looks like a big lipped fish. He opens his mouth and starts
kissing me sloppily.

"That's enough for now." I stop him and he looks
at me and smiles.

"Goodbye princess."

I shut the door behind him and wipe my mouth on my jacket
sleeve. Yack. I return to my desk and open the drawer where I kept my phone.
There are three messages and not one of them is from Matt. Instead they are all
from the stalker.

When will you be brave enough to meet me?

I like the sexy white blouse. 

Did you pick it for me?  .

Don't start ignoring me again Casey...

I want you, Casey.

I always get what’s mine.

My hands start shaking uncontrollably and it takes me a
few attempts to correctly dial Matt's number.

"Come and get me please." Is all I say.

~~~~~

"I can't believe you let the creep kiss you!"
Matt laughs loudly.

"Stop it, Matt, I'm scarred for life!"

"So let me get this straight..." Hannah pipes up
from beside Andrew on the sofa opposite us. "William isn't the
stalker?"

"Not unless he has a partner, which seems
unlikely." Matt and I say at the same time and glance at each other.

Hannah looks confused. "Then who is it?" She
asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"Whoever it is needs stopping and soon!" Andrew
sounds annoyed.

I nod. "I just don't know how to catch and stop
them."

"Let's not let whoever it is ruin our evening."
Hannah smiles. "Who's up for a DVD?"

I nod and Hannah slides The Notebook in to the DVD player.
Matt and Andrew groan at the same time.

"I bet you like it." I laugh.

By the end of the movie, I'm crying, Hannah's crying, Matt
and Andrew have also shed one or two tears.

"Not so manly now, are we boys?" Hannah winks.

We say our goodbyes and I show Hannah and Andrew to the
door before locking it. I turn to watch Matt who has started to clear the used
glasses and empty bottles away.

"So, what did you think of the Notebook?" I ask
walking towards him.

He looks up, "It was good. I suppose, if you’re into
chick-flicks.”  I nod, smile and help him clean up.

We haven't known each other long, but we act like we are a
married couple who have been together years.

And I love it.