Tit for Tat Baby (11 page)

 “Oh for heaven sake!  Let
me guess.  He issued some kind of a threat again, is that it?  I sent
him the progress reports diligently every Friday afternoon.  He knows
exactly what I am busy with.  I don’t need to talk to him.”

“You seem to know him already. 
He has a few questions, Jenna.  He is a businessman.  When he wants
information he wants to talk about it, not write emails back and forth.”

Jenna rubbed her forehead, a headache
pulsing behind her eyes.

“How are the twins?”

“They are fine and send their
regards.  We will probably come for a visit on Saturday.  Caitlin has
been asking about you every day over the past two weeks.”

“It will be nice to see them again.”

“Jenna.  Phone him, or at the
very least, answer the phone when he does.  He is becoming more and more
annoyed with every call you ignore.  Don’t make him angry.”

Jenna sighed and nodded and Megan
stood up, looping her handbag over her shoulder.

“I have to go.  Please, stop
working so hard.  I can see you are dead tired.  Go to bed early
tonight.  We will see you on Saturday.”

Jenna finished her salad and decided
to go for a short drive to clear her head.  She has not left the castle
since Callum left.  She just worked, but now she felt the need to get out
of there.  She walked to the garage and stopped in the door.  There
was no sign of the rental car.  She went to find Ronan and he walked with
her to the garage and handed her the keys to the white Range Rove Evoque SUV.

“Me Laddie said this is yer car. 
He sen’ the small one back.”

“He did what?  How dare he? 
He can’t jus … OOOHH!  I can’t drive this thing!  It’s huge!”

“Och now Lassie, it’s easy as
pie!  It’s an automatic and drives like a dream.  Ye’ll see.”

Jenna grabbed the key and got into the
luxurious vehicle, mumbling all the way.  She pulled away and drove
carefully out of the garage.  By the time she reached the end of the
driveway she was smiling.  The car drove like a dream. She drove around
for a long while, just enjoying driving such a powerful, smooth performance
vehicle.

She parked it back in the garage a
little after six and Ronan stood waiting for her with a blown up lip.

“Lassie, yer no’ ter leave withou’ yer
phone! I’ve been worried sick! And now the Laddie is angry at me!”

“I am sorry, Ronan.  I really
need to remember to take my phone with me.”

“Yer bette’ phone him.  He is so
angry, he is ready te ge’ on a plane!”

Jenna berated herself. She should get
a chain and hang the damn thing around her neck.  She just wished they
would all realize she was a grown up and did not have to report her movements
to anyone! She walked to the ballroom and was still searching for the phone
when the ‘We will rock you’ tune started playing.  She cursed and had to
climb on the stand.  She left it there when she went down to lunch with
Megan.  The phone stopped ringing.  She grabbed it and climb down the
stand again.

“Dinner is ready, Lassie.”

She walked to the den, where she has
been having dinner whilst watching television most evenings.  Having eaten
lunch so late she was not really hungry and only took a few bites.  She
picked up her phone and noticed there were again numerous calls from Callum as
well as from the landline here at the castle.

Jenna took a deep breath, scrolled to
Callum’s number and pressed dial.  She waited for the ringtone to start
and was startled when he immediately snapped on the other side.

“It’s about bloody time!  
What is the matter with you woman?  Why the hell don’t you answer the
phone when I call?”

“If all you intend to do is shout at me,
I am going to put this phone down.”

“Don’t you bloody dare!”

“And stop cursing at me!”

“Jenna, I am hanging on a very, very
thin thread.  Don’t push me! Now answer my question!”

Jenna was annoyed enough to snap at
him.

“Nothing and I am busy!”

“Bullshit! It would not take time off
your hands just to answer the phone and talk to me.”

“I sent you the progress report as
required.  It is very detailed.  What more is there to talk about?”

“I see you are adamant to make me angry. 
It is not a good idea, Jenna.”

“So, I made the call.  What do
you want?”

“Why don’t you want to talk to me,
little painter?”

“Because I am the little
painter.  Who is here to work and that is exactly what I am doing.”

He was silent for a long time. 
She bit her lip, swallowing the lump in her throat.  It was so good to
hear his voice.  She closed her eyes, remembering the decision to break
the tight hold this man, unbeknownst to him, had on her.  For her own
sanity and to keep her heart in one piece, she had to concentrate on work and
only work.

“I see.  Very well, Miss
Burkes.  Here is how it will be from this point on until I am back
there.  You will send me the progress report every Friday afternoon. 
Every Saturday morning at ten you will phone me to run me through the report.
Every Monday evening at ten you will phone me to inform me of your schedule for
the rest of the week.  On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons at
one you will phone me in case I have any questions.  I will phone you on
Sunday and Fridays. Are these instructions clear, Miss Burkes?”

“Quite clear.”

“Beware Jenna, if I have to stay up
again until four in the morning worrying about you, I will get on a plane with
the sole purpose to whip your damn ass!”

Jenna realized with a start that with
the time difference it was around four in the morning there.

“I am not a child to be threatened
with a hiding, McGregor!”

“Then stop acting like one!”

“Now listen here …”

“I am now going to try and get some
sleep.  Be sure to make that call tonight at ten your time, Miss Burkes.”

“Yes, Mister McGregor, Sir!”

“Don’t sass me, Jenna.  I am out
of patience with you.”  And the line went dead.

Jenna stared at the phone and
sighed.  What more did the man want from her?  He already totally
destroyed her for any other man sexually!

Megan was correct in her evaluation
that Jenna was tired and she fell asleep as soon as she got into bed around
nine.  She woke up when the Callum tune played non-stop in her ear and she
grabbed the phone.

“H’lo.”

“You are trying my patience, woman. I
told you to phone me at ten!”

“Hmm …”

“Jenna!  What are you doing?”

“Sleeping … or I was until you woke
me!”

He kept silent for a few seconds and
Jenna sighed.

“I’m sorry I did not phone, but I have
been working long hours and I guess it caught up with me tonight.”

“And then I woke you.  Go back to
sleep, Jenna. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“’Night.”

She
dropped the phone next to the pillow, turned on her stomach and fell asleep
within a few seconds.

“I’m
impressed with this applicant more than the others, Callum.  Jessica
Wilson.  She has years of experience with Bradford and Co as their Senior
Financial Analyst.  She was the key driver in the project they did for
Brown Traders Incorporated.”

Ethan Ward looked at Callum.  He
stood staring out the window to the harbor below.  His mind was clearly
elsewhere and has been for the past week.  In fact, even though he drove
them relentlessly since he got here a month ago, it was clear there was something
that bothered him.

“Callum, you seem pre-occupied and
have been since you got here.  Is there something you are not comfortable
with?”

Ethan’s words penetrated his mind and
Callum sighed.  He ran his hand over his eyes.  That damn woman was
affecting him too much!

“No, Ethan, everything here is
fine.  You did a wonderful job and I am more than comfortable that you
will be able to make a success of the Australian branch.   As a
matter of fact. I don’t need to be here to sign off on your staff appointments. 
You have full authority as the Managing Director of this area.  I think I
have overstayed my welcome and am just in your way.”

Ethan chuckled but was elated that
Callum placed his full trust in his capabilities.

“I would appreciate it though, if
you’ll attend the dinner this evening with the Australian Bank CEO, with me.”

“Of course, but then I am going home.”

Callum needed to get back to his own
home. He missed his family and the twins.  He was comfortable with Ethan’s
abilities and knew he made the right choice. He deliberately refused to
acknowledge what the real driving force was behind his need to go back to
Ireland.

Yet, he knew that the moment he set
foot in the house, she would be his once again.  His need for her pulsed
through him like a parasite.  One that needed to be fed to survive.

Callum sighed heavily once again and
cursed.  What the hell was he doing?  He knew nothing would come from
a liaison with the little painter, yet all he could think of was burying his
shaft so deep inside her that neither would know where the one began and the
other ended.  He has been unable to stop thinking of her.  He went
hard just thinking of her wanton and passionate reaction to him that night
before he left.

He knew what he was doing was wrong,
something he never thought he would be capable of doing.  Knowingly
seducing a woman, with the full realization that he would have to walk away
from her.

Jenna
was highly irritated.  It was already after eleven on Sunday night. 
Callum still has not called.  Since their fight on the phone, she did what
he demanded and made the calls every day and so did he.  The discussions
were always short and only about the restoration.  It was for the best
anyway.  To him she knew she was just someone to ease his sexual need. To
her … he became more than he should have in such a short period of time. 
No, she had to keep her distance from him. It was the only way she would keep
her heart intact.

She fell asleep waiting for the phone
to ring.

Callum walked into her room just after
one in the morning. He stood looking down at her and smiled. Did the woman ever
wear anything to bed?   Not that he complained, in fact it suited him
very well.  He tugged the towel around his waist off.

He was supposed to have been at home
by five already, but there were delays at Heathrow Airport where he had to
change planes.  He took a shower the moment he arrived home. Flying such
long flights were uncomfortable, even in first class and he felt refreshed. Now
looking down at her sweet ass bared completely, not tired at all.

He walked to the end of the bed and
kneeled between her legs.  He crawled closer and slowly pushed her legs
wide apart.  She moaned and turned her head the other way on her
pillow.  Callum pushed his hands below her hips and lifted her ass in the
air. He leaned closer to lick a long, slow, sensual path down her sheath to
flick his tongue over her clit.  Jenna moaned and pressed back against his
mouth.  He speared his tongue past her outer lips and growled when he
found her hot and wet.  He pushed his tongue deeper and Jenna
mewled.  He pulled back and lapped at her clit with his tongue.

“Wake up, little painter.  I want
you to feel what I am going to do to you.  I want you to know it is me.”

“Callum?”

His voice penetrated her sleepy haze
and she woke up slowly.  She felt his hands below her waist and then she
gasped when his tongue lapped slowly and sensually over her clit.  Her ass
was curled up into the air and she came awake fully.  She pressed on her
hands to push upright, but he held her down with a hand on her back.

“Oh no, little painter.  I want
you … just like this!”

“Callum, stop!  What … you can’t
just … ooohhh …  ahhh!”

He kept flicking and lapping at her
clit with his tongue. Jenna felt totally exposed to him in this position. 
She realized with a start Callum must have switched the lamp on again. What was
it with this man and making love with the light on?

“Tell me, little painter … have you
ever had a man’s tongue deep inside you?”

“Oh lord!  Callum … no!  Oh
my … oh my … ahhh … hmmm!”

Callum stroked his tongue up and down
her outer lips, slowly pushing past them with each swipe until he penetrated
her channel.  Jenna keened low and deep, clutching desperately at the
pillow.  His tongue swept slow circles inside her, exploring every inch of
the inner channel.  Jenna’s core tightened painfully, her body became an
inferno and as quick as that she was on the verge of exploding.

He pushed deeper, then deeper still,
sucking at her juices and she groaned with pleasure.  She jerked when his
hand on her back moved down to slowly rub her clit.  He found her G-spot,
which was surprisingly shallow in her channel and lapped at it.  Jenna
cried out, he stabbed at it with the sharp edge of his tongue and Jenna keened,
her body jerking against his mouth.  He started lapping and did not stop
until she screamed; the climax ripping through her, crippled her with its
intensity.  Everything went dark for a moment when she couldn’t breathe,
then stars exploded around her and she cried when Callum did not stop, but
continued his relentless lapping against the bundle of nerves inside her. 
His fingers stroking and rubbing her clit.   She exploded again and
her scream echoed in the room.  He relented and stopped, but only for a
few seconds and then he started again. He continued mercilessly drawing climax
after climax from her body.  When she tried to pull away from him, he
growled and followed and only relented when she begged and cried his name.