Keeping Katie (2 page)

"Oh fuck, sorry," Jordan had gasped.

Jack had tugged him closer and whispered into his ear. "Oh god, baby, you're so hot," Jack grabbed Jordan's hand, placing it on his cock and had come himself.

It seemed from that moment on Jack couldn't seem to get enough of Jordan's body, cock, arse or his playful bright character. After a few weeks of Jordan spending most his time at Jack's place, he had invited Jordan to live with him. Neither of them had looked back since.

Jordan had shared his visions with Jack; aspirations which included, having a home and family of his own.

"You know we would need a woman for that."

"I know. We just need to find someone who can love us both for who we are." A, hopeful expression crossed Jordan's face. Jack knew finding an accepting women would be slim to none. But Jack wanted to see Jordan happy, and Jordan's dream sounded pretty damn good to him also.

"We'll find her." Jack wanted to share Jordan's optimism. Experience had taught him some hard lessons in life. Hope wasn't always a good thing to believe in. But for once he prayed he was wrong.

Katie tugged at the navy blue and white uniform. "Are you sure I have to wear this?"

Katie glanced up at her Aunt Penny. The pencil skirt came to just above her knees; it had a small split, making her feel self conscious that her legs were bare. Katie wore no stockings or tights. She was thankful she had remembered to shave her legs this morning.

"It's the only one in your size, dear." Katie was far from being skinny. She had the voluptuous curves of a size twelve and a more than ample breast size. Her aunt's uniform looked far more decent. Her skirt was longer and her top not as low cut.

"Trust me there is hardly anyone left in the offices at this hour. A few hard-nosed lawyers with nothing better to do. Remember though, always knock before entering an office."

Katie tugged back her blond hair, wrapping a band around the wayward curls. She followed her aunt down the long corridor of Henson and Henson Law.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Katie? I'm sure there are much better jobs you could find."

"I need to earn my keep, and there's not much I can do. I really appreciate you getting me this job."

"You are no burden at all, my dear," Penny said with genuine affection. It warmed Katie's heart that she still had someone who cared about her. The smile on her aunt's face softened the aged creases around her eyes. Penny's dark hair was streaked with grey and neatly pinned up on top of her head. "I'm certainly not getting any younger, or faster. This will help cut the workload in half. The firm was happy to hire a second cleaner."

"None the less, I am grateful," Katie reaffirmed. Her Aunt Penny took a set of keys from her pocket. They stood in front of a door marked 'Cleaner'. This was Katie's first paid job. She figured she would be good at cleaning since she had done it for eight years looking after her grandfather and his house.

With the small cleaning cart loaded, Katie hitched the Dyson vacuum cleaner onto her back. Katie frowned in annoyance as she noticed the straps pulled her already body-hugging top tighter across her breasts. She gave a sigh and followed her aunt into the service elevator. The doors closed behind them and the elevator rose up to the fifth floor.

"If you want to start vacuuming here, I'll head up to the sixth floor and clean the bathrooms. Most power points are behind the potted plants."

Katie nodded, stepping off the elevator. "Are you going to be okay?" her aunt asked, looking directly into her eyes. Katie raised her chin and smiled.

"Yes, thank you Aunt Penny." Reassured, her aunt hit the elevator button; the doors slid shut with a soft whoosh. Katie turned to survey the long corridor. There was a small reception area, and further down on either side of the corridor were several double doors. The carpet was deep blue with red fleur-de-lis patterns. Katie unwound the vacuum cord then found the nearest potted plant. Sure enough there was a power point behind it. She plugged it in, switched it on, and set to work.

~ * ~

Jack heard the
whirr
of a vacuum outside his office. His nose was stuck in a legal document that was giving him a headache. The workload had increased steadily with more and more businesses going bankrupt. The financial crisis had hit the globe and London hard. It seemed the only beneficiaries of this crisis were accountants and lawyers paid to sort out all the mess.

Jack needed a distraction to help clear his head before he could finish. He'd much rather be at home fucking Jordan. He knew Jordan would already be relaxing. He could see him, his feet up, watching TV. He'd have a beer in one hand and a microwave dinner on his lap. Jack hated those cardboard stuffed meals. He tolerated them because Jordan couldn't cook to save his life. Jordan loved them as he had grown up surviving mainly on microwave meals. Jordan's parents were friendly and loving even though his mother had never been able to do much more than boil water.

So take-out and easy prepare meals were always on hand. Jack would cook every now and then, but even he was limited to pasta with jar sauces and packet salads. It was a wonder they both survived at all.

Jack leaned back in his leather chair, deciding if he would call Jordan. He could certainly think of a few pleasurable things he could make Jordan do before he got home. Jack reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. He had just brought up Jordan's number when a small knock sounded at the door. Jack paused, his finger hovering over the send button. The door opened a crack and a young blond woman's head popped in. Jack flipped the phone shut. What did he have here?

"Come in, love," he called. The young woman looked up. Her eyes widened with surprise. Even with the distance from his desk to the door, he could see her eyes were a lovely clear shade of blue. She had a strait little nose with a smattering of freckles, and her lips were lusciously red. Jack doubted she was wearing lipstick.

Blood dropped strait down into his cock. Fuck, it had been a long time since he had reacted to a woman on sight. He needed a closer look at her.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. uh...." She glanced up at his nameplate on the door. "Mr. Cullen?"

Jack smiled, recognising her Australian accent.

"Please call me Jack. Mr. Cullen sounds so…" He gave a mock shudder, "overly formal."

She stood for a moment regarding him, a hint of shy amusement in her blue eyes.

"Your office is the last on the floor I need to vacuum." She came further into the room.

More blood went pooling into Jacks hard cock when he saw her cleaner's uniform.

Her top was pulled snugly across her chest, displaying her ample breasts in a most provocative way. Jack forced himself not to lick his lips when he saw the deep valley of cleavage that tempted and teased his eyes. His gaze swept down over shapely hips. Her skirt just reached her knees, revealing lovely curved calves. This was not the usual elderly woman who cleaned this office floor.

"You're new." Jack could have hit himself over the head at the stupid line tumbling out of his mouth. It was hard to think when nearly all his blood supply had headed in a different direction.

"Um, yes. Just started this evening, Sir." Jack's dominant side stirred when she called him sir. Jack had a sudden vision of the woman calling him
sir
while she was on her knees begging to suck his cock, begging him to fuck her. Jack tried to shake the images from his head and failed.

He watched her move to the corner of his office, to the potted palm tree, and watched her unwrap the vacuum cord. When she bent over to plug in the machine, Jack shifted his cock, which was straining against his trousers in protest.

"Are you here on a working holiday?" It was a sensible question considering London was flooded with young Australian's usually doing working tours of UK and Europe.

"Ah no, I've just moved here to live with my Aunt. She got me this job."

Jack liked her answer more than he should; it meant that she wouldn't be running off to her distant homeland anytime soon.

"Your aunt is Penny Myers." She gave a nod, some of her blond curls escaping from the band at the nape of her neck. God, he wanted to see that golden hair free. More than that he wanted to touch it; wrap his fingers in it as he pulled her head to his for a kiss. Jack stood up. Then regretted the action as his cock tented in his pants.

Jack was on friendly terms with the elderly cleaner. It seemed the old lady had been holding out on him, hiding her gorgeous, blond Australian niece. She straitened, turning back to look at him again.

"Your Aunt is a lovely lady, but formal introductions I think are in order." He quickly adjusted his pants before he moved around his desk.

"Jack Cullen, at your service." He used a husky tone he knew women liked to hear then gave her one of his best charming smiles.

He was rewarded with a wide-eyed shudder. This girl had an air of pure innocence and mystery about her. Closing the distance between them in a few strides, she looked up at him as he held out his hand. Jack inhaled a lovely faint vanilla sent, making him hungry for a taste of her scented skin. He needed to see if she was as sweet as she looked.

"I, uh, Katie, Katie Weston." She slipped her hand into his. Jack immediately covered it with his other hand.

~ * ~

Katie's breath quickened. He held her hand in both of his. Jack Cullen wasn't classically beautiful, but he had sharp defined features and a strong jawline that no doubt had many women's heart and libidos in a flutter, as well as her own. He was tall, more than six feet. He had soft wavy dark brown hair with matching dark coloured eyes that were looking at her like she was something tasty he'd like to eat.

"Welcome to Henson and Henson, Katie Weston." She gave an un-lady like snort.

"I'm a cleaner; I hardly qualify for being a part of the firm."

"If you work for Henson and Henson, no matter what position you hold, you're a part of the team--kind of like family if you will."

"Oh, well in that case, thank you." She was having a hard time concentrating with him touching her. The wetness that had flooded down between her legs wasn't helping. Her whole body, along with her nipples, felt tight. She felt rather hot all of a sudden, fighting against the sudden impulse to reach out and touch him.

She suppressed a moan when he raised her hand, brushing his lips over her knuckles. Jack looked like someone who commanded respect and attention. He did not look like a man who would take no for an answer. It was probably why he was a lawyer.

Giving her another pulse racing sexy smile, Katie realised he was flirting with her.

She had always thought herself shy and unattractive; that men like Jack would never pay her any mind. She jerked back her hand, taking a step back and a deep breath trying to regain her senses, making a diplomatic retreat.

"I should really finish. My aunt is on the upper floor and will need my help." Her words tumbled out faster than she had meant them too.

He gave a nod and backed off; she breathed a silent sigh of relief before flicking on the machine and dragging the hose over the carpet. Even though Jack had gone back to sit behind his desk seemingly looking at some paper work, she was acutely aware of him watching her. It sent chills of awareness down her spine, centering right between her thighs.

~ * ~

There was no way Jack was going to get any work done in his current state.

Watching Katie jerking the vacuum hose back and forth over his office carpet distracted him to no end.

He cursed himself for acting like a callow youth. He would have been blind not to notice her physical responses to him. It was a positive sign for him, but those responses had obviously startled her. She wasn't like any of the women he usually went for, sophisticated, skinny and brash. No, Katie was sweet, shy, and had the most perfect, traffic-stopping, lush curves. She was somewhat of an enigma. Jack always had a knack for knowing when something felt right, knowing what he wanted.

When Jack wanted something, he went after it until he got it. What he wanted right now was Katie Weston.

How was he going to play this? He thought for a moment. He didn't want to scare her away. He knew she was attracted to him--a very good starting point, which also meant she would be open to further advances on his part. But he would also have to play it carefully. There was something more to this woman. Jack was certain of it.

Jack loved a mystery as much as he loved a challenge. He smiled to himself thinking of Jordan; she was the kind of sweet thing he would be attracted to also. The vacuuming stopped; Jack glanced up to watch her wind up the cord; she turned to leave.

"Katie." He kept his voice firm and even. She paused to glance at him. Jack sent her a knowing smile. "I will look forward to seeing you again." His words held a promise that she wouldn't miss--he watched as she struggled to suppress a small shudder.

"Goodnight, Jack. Nice to meet you." He loved that sexy Australian accent; it made her all the more attractive. She was a potential sex kitten in the making. Jack wanted to help by dangling a piece of string in front of his new little kitten. She gave a look of uncertainty before turning to opening the office door. It closed softly behind her.

Before looking down at the bulge in his trousers, Jack leaned back and groaned.

"Soon enough little matey, we'll have her soon enough."

Christ, when did he start talking to his penis? Let alone given it a name. Jack was in worse shape than he thought.

Flinging the file into his leather brief case, he switched off his computer and the lights through his office. He needed to fuck someone and Jordan was waiting for him to come home.

"Can you get up any fucking earlier?" Jack complained, rolling over and slamming his fist down on the alarm clock. Owning his own business, Jordan was always up at the crack of dawn.

He started early and finished early. Even after six months of living together, Jack hated Jordan's early mornings. Jack still had a whole hour before he had to get up.