The Lethal Encounter (4 page)

But, then there was the headstrong
Katie, the Katie who got into trouble aged six whilst swimming across the local
reservoir near her home and had to be rescued. The Katie who all too regularly
stayed out late with her friends in her teens and failed to tell her parents
and the girl who, on a whim, packed her bags and went to the Middle East to
work at an orphanage in her gap year. This Katie found herself unwittingly attracted
to the man sitting next to her - her boss of all people! With the combination
of the drink, the environment and culmination of her heavy work week, she found
herself unbelievably saying yes, that would be very nice thank you.

She purposefully avoided the
looks of the people left drinking at the bar as she felt his arm steer her out
of the room and towards the lifts. As the doors slid behind them, Katie felt
his hand slip around hers. Nothing was spoken and. at that moment, it did not
matter that she had only set eyes on this man a few hours previously or that
she just did not DO one night stands. All these potential thoughts were
obliterated by feel of her pounding blood as it raced around her body. It felt
as though her skin was on fire and her senses seemed to be heightened to levels
she had never encountered before. Despite her years and relative experience, no
one had ever made her feel like this. Ever!

The lift doors opened with a
hum on the sixth floor.

“Shall we?” said Peter,
gently steering her out and left along the heavily carpeted corridor. All the
rooms on this floor were plush suites and they stopped outside “The
Dauphinoise”. Peter extracted his key card and with a confident jerk, he swiped
it through the lock and the door clicked open. He pushed it and led her into the
softly lit room.

Once in, he turned to her.
Their faces were only inches apart as his hands slid slowly to either side of
her face.

“Can I just say that you are
the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life,” he murmured as his
eyes roamed her face.

“Mmmn, I'm certain that's not
true,” whispered back Katie, knowing deep down he probably said this to all the
girls. But, at that moment, it made her feel as though her excursion up to his
room was not just a seedy trip to instant and forgettable sex.

Very slowly, Peter lowered
his lips to within a few inches of Katie's. She could smell the aroma of the
brandy on his breath and gently inhaled the fragrance of earlier applied
lotion. Her heart was thumping and the dull ache that she had experienced
earlier had turned into a molten volcano ebbing and flowing within her. She had
never felt anything like it and, as the tingling in her nipples and between her
legs grew to an almost unbearable intensity, she pulled his lips down onto
hers.

At first their lips danced
around each other, planting little kisses along the length of their mouths.
Then she felt the tip of his tongue dart out and tentatively touch hers. This
is great kissing, she thought, as her hand pulled his head harder towards hers.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth with stronger darting movements and he
responded immediately.

Their intimate dance
continued for what seemed like an age. Their lips got wider and wider as each
tongue pushed further and further inside the other's mouth. His hands were
behind her now, crushing her breasts against his chest and then moving lower to
cup her buttocks and pull them to him. She immediately felt his hard tool
against her pelvis and she gave a gasp. Her hand dropped to his bottom and she
squeezed it tightly, marvelling in its firmness. She couldn't help but thrust
herself out and up to him, grinding his cock against herself and feeling her
insides gush as she did so.

Peter gasped and drew back
his head.

“Are you really ready for
this?” he said and, responding to Katie's ecstatic nodding, he led her to the
bed.

They kissed again and Katie
felt his hands gently pull her blouse out of her trousers. His hands snaked
under the loose tails and, as his hands played lightly on the skin of her back,
she felt a tingle shoot up her spine. She started undoing his shirt, all the
while looking into his eyes.

“God, I want you,” he
murmured, with genuine lust in his eyes. He feverishly helped her with the rest
of his buttons and pulled his shirt off. Katie stared at his chest, taking in
the toned chest and flat, firm stomach, with just a smattering of hairs
sprinkled across and around his pecs. Her hands slid down his arms and over his
biceps. The roar in her ears, head and body was now a crescendo and her loins
had turned to a molten lush. She heard herself groan and threw her head back in
delight as he once again crushed her body to his and started kissing her neck
and shoulders. She found herself grinding her pelvis into his, feeling his hard
cock pressing urgently into her. More than ever, she wanted to release it, feel
it in her hand, taste it in her mouth and then guide it deep into her body. These
totally lustful feelings were quite overwhelming and a total revelation to
Katie. Sure, she had enjoyed her fair share of physical relationships, but none
had made her feel like this…..not even close.

She felt his hand ease down
her back and snake around to the front, his palm flat against her pubis and his
middle finger working gently against her pubic area through her jeans. She
gasped as the gushing sensation turned instantly into a concentrated focus of
pleasure. She knew that if he continued, she was probably going to have an immediate
orgasm there and then and that feeling made her want him even more. His hand
wandered up and, releasing the top button of her trousers with an ease that
could only come with considerable practice (she registered in the back of her
mind, albeit fleetingly), he slipped his hand in, his fingers probing as he
pushed them down to her panties. She sucked in her stomach to allow an easier
entry and gasped as she felt his middle finger make contact with her now
throbbing clitoris. She reached up and kissed him harder, gently rotating her
pelvis to encourage his deepening exploration. She knew she must be incredibly
wet by now but, even so, revelled in his gasp as his finger encountered her
slippery labia and gently parted the lips to slip into her. Unbelievably for
Katie, she felt the first waves of an orgasm start to build up and clenched her
buttocks in response.

It was at that precise moment
that her phone rang.

She would look back later and
imagine many times what would have been if it had not gone off. But it did, and
in that split second, a spell was shattered. Peter continued to kiss her
murmuring for her to ignore it, to throw it away, but she could not.

Not that she particularly
cared who it was, just that, in a moment, the enormity of what had been about
to take place hit her like a jug of iced water. She was potentially about to
ruin her life on a wave of emotional and sexual excitement that would only, she
knew, last a split second in the timeline of her mortality.

She broke free and answered
the call, pulling her blouse together with the other hand.

“Hi Katie, it’s me. I just
wanted to make sure you had managed to get through the evening without falling
into the spell of the evil Mr. Peter Jarvis,” said Hugo, his voice slightly
slurred by what Katie presumed to be a late night drink.

“Yeah, sure, sure.” said a
totally disorientated Katie, as she turned into the hotel room to face away
from Peter. “No problem, no problem at all.”

“Are you OK then?”

“Yeah, look I had nodded off.
That's why I sound a bit odd. The phone startled me.”

“Oh, sorry, I'll let you
sleep then. Sorry. See you tomorrow. Sleep well.” Hugo finished, his voice half
expecting her to continue talking.

“Yes, night.” Katie pushed
the stop button and stuffed the phone into her jeans pocket. With trembling
fingers she did up her jeans, re-arranged her blouse and tucked it in. She
turned to look at Peter, and took a deep breath.

“I have to go. Now. Thanks
for the drink.” She walked towards the door and turned sideways to push past
him. He started to speak, but the determined look on her face seemed to stop
him in his tracks. He shrugged and, resigned, held up his hand.

“Great to meet you,” he said
as she disappeared out of the door and into the corridor. She heard the door
slam as she pushed the lift call button and waited. All she wanted to do now
was to get back to the sanctuary of her room, climb into bed and burrow down
underneath the sheets. As the lift pinged and the doors slid open, she
thankfully entered and pushed her floor button. The doors closed and she
pressed herself against the wall – her body still a mass of quivering desire.
She knew that her heart was screaming to return to the warm and sensual embrace
of one Mr. Peter Jarvis, but her head was very definitively telling her to
retreat as quickly as possible.

The lift doors opened on her
floor and she stumbled along the corridor, opened her door with still trembling
fingers and fell into the room.

Not stopping to remove her
make up or clean her teeth, Katie ripped off her clothes and climbed into bed.
All she could feel was the touch of his hands, his lips upon hers and her head
swum with the sheer emotion of the last few hours. After a while she fell into
a troubled and disturbed sleep.

CHAPTER 3

Katie awoke the next morning
as the morning light grew strong enough to penetrate the thick curtains that
hung at her bedroom windows. She groaned, rolled over to pick up her watch and
look at the time. It was 8.30a.m. Katie rolled back and it took a moment for
her to remember the events of last night. Her stomach lurched and flipped and
she felt a small wave of panic flood over her. At the same time, her pussy
throbbed slightly and her breasts felt tender and sensitive. She cupped both in
her hands and gently rubbed the nipples with her fingers. Instantly her body
was on fire again and she felt the liquid warmth well between her legs.

In one motion, she yanked the
sheets off and climbed out of bed. She simply did not understand what was in
control of her body and the unrequited lust that she felt was totally at odds
with all her previous physical encounters.

She went into the bathroom
and groaned at the sight that greeted her in the mirror. Her hair was messed
and her eyes black and smudged where her mascara had run in the night. On top
of that, her head throbbed with a slight hangover from the wine and brandy and
her mouth was dry. She gulped back a glass of cold water, shook her head and
got into the shower, adjusting the heat of the water to as hot as she could
manage it.

The scalding cascade made her
feel at least a little bit human again and, by the time she had dressed and
packed her bag, she felt back in control, or at least some semblance of
control. Checking the time, she cast a final glance around her room to make
sure nothing had been left and walked into the corridor. Ridiculously, she felt
like some sort of spy as she tentatively looked around the corner to the lift
area. Seeing that it was clear, she gingerly approached and pushed the down
button. Hoping against hope that Peter Jarvis would not be in the lift, she
breathed a huge sigh of relief when the doors finally opened to reveal an older
couple. Smiling and muttering a muted “bonjour” Katie entered the lift with her
bag and pushed the ground floor button to close the doors.

To her intense relief, the lobby
was clear and Katie was able to check out, claim a taxi and drive off to the
airport without any further encounters with her boss. The flight home was
uneventful and Katie was relieved to get back to her desk on the second floor
of her office in the heart of London’s West End. After the usual “how was your
trip?” pleasantries with nearby colleagues, Katie unpacked her briefcase and
spread all the relevant documents out on her desk. She switched on the computer
and clicked the receive mail button on outlook. Her in box indicated over
hundred messages being delivered, but she knew she had already seen the
majority on her phone.

Quickly scanning the new
ones, she noted that there was nothing of huge importance and so she turned her
attention to sorting out the documents collected from the last few days. She
knew there would a large amount of paperwork to deal with, not to mention the
liaison with her project implementation team sitting in the next room. She took
a huge sigh and rubbed her face. The turmoil of the previous night was having
an effect and all Katie wanted to do was to get back to her flat, curl up with
a glass of wine and watch some good TV – but she knew that was not going to
happen for a couple of hours.