Trust Me (74 page)

“I
was still in the process of having the flat refurbished, so there were tools everywhere, exposed beams; it was a disaster area. The only thing it had going for it at the time was a roof and windows. However, she liked it torn apart; it turned her on. She begged me to tie her up to the exposed wall supports and shag her, so I did. We played for a while; different positions, different toys and her new piercing was intriguing. She wanted spanked so I did it, she wanted the ring in her clit pulled so I did it; she wanted her nipple bound so I did it. Finally, she got really weird and it scared me off.”

“What
did she want?”

“She
kept nagging me to use the worker’s tools on her; the screwdrivers, the hammer; she wanted me to shove the handles into her pussy and her arse. I refused and told her to get the hell out and then I left. I didn’t see her again for a few weeks; then one day out of the blue she called and asked if we could get together. She said she was sorry about the last time and she really wanted to just pick up the pieces and move forward. I wasn’t so sure about it, so I told her to meet me at my flat, by then the workers had finished and I had moved in. She was in the lobby waiting for me when I arrived home, so I invited her up. I had just shut the door when she took her coat off and she was completely starkers, not a lick of clothing on underneath it. She had a really beautiful body and spent a fortune getting it that way. It was hot and I got aroused, but she said she had to use the bathroom first, so while I was making drinks she went into the guest bedroom where I used for shagging.

“I
guess it was a really good thing I went to check on her, because I found her kneeling on the floor beside the bed; every one of my condoms spread out across the edge of the mattress, and she was poking holes in them. I could have strangled the little bitch. I ordered her to leave, and I never saw her again. Six months later, I learned she had married a wealthy businessman from Holland and was pregnant with his child.”

“You
were very lucky you caught her.”

“Yes
and no. I had condoms in my pocket; I carried them for any brief encounters I may have come across, so chances were good that I would have used them. Nevertheless, it was lucky that I found out what she had done before anything had happened. You never know; I may have been forced to marry the little bitch.”

“Do
you always feel obligated to marry the women you impregnate?” Creighton laughed.

“Don’t
know, since you’re the only woman I’ve not used protection with, and I’ve wanted to marry you for two years.”

“Do
you still carry condoms for brief encounters?” she asked, more curious than jealous. Creighton stood up and emptied his pockets in her lap and pulled them inside out. Sandra giggled as he sat down next to her, watching her examine the items in her lap. He had a pair of nail clippers, a gold monogrammed money clip with several large bills, a few loose coins, the hotel key card and a Kansas tourist key ring with an assortment of keys. She handed each back to him in turn, looking at the monogram on his money clip and blushed as he glanced down as if seeing his initials through her jeans.

“When
are you due for your cycle?” he asked, filling his pockets with the items.

“This
weekend,” she said taking her book and standing up. “If I have one, it may not be that great of a honeymoon for you.”

“Why?
I don’t mind it if you’re bleeding.”

“That’s
gross!” she snapped, staring at him with wide eyes.

“It’s
just a part of life and one I’ll have to get used to. I’m sure there will be a few months over the next thirty years or so, which I will have to endure your mood swings and PMS stuff. I have two sisters and a mother, remember? It’s not like I’m a novice to the workings of the female body.”

“This
has to be one of the strangest conversations I have ever had with a man,” Sandra said with a half grin as the preset alarm on his phone went off to alert them that it was time to leave.

“Get
used to it,” he said standing up, silencing the annoying beeping then kissed her cheek briefly before taking her hand and walking her to the door. “I don’t plan on keeping any secrets from you and I don’t want you to keep any from me.”

“Somehow
I doubt I have any left.” Creighton laughed while he opened the door, stepping through it.

“If
you do, I’ll take great joy in discovering them.”

So
far, it looked as if the plan was working. They boarded the plane back to London without incident; nobody took more than a courtesy glance to them as they sat down in first class. Creighton knew how nervous Sandra was about meeting his parents, so he began a game of favorites. They learned that they shared a fondness for animals, music, chocolate and even cartoon characters. They discussed getting a dog for the farm and what types of livestock they wanted, opting for the basics they both knew how to care for. They were talking about horses - which Sandra had a fear of and Creighton insisted he would teach her to overcome - when the captain announced their approach into Heathrow Airport.

“What
can I expect from your parents?” she asked as the plane’s wheels touched the runway. Creighton wrapped her hand in his and smiled reassuringly.

“My
parents are really great people,” he told them. “They are down to earth and very friendly; everyone loves them. It’s my sister Irena you’ll have to watch out for. Once she starts talking, there is no getting her to shut up, especially if she likes you. Just don’t get her started on shopping; she’ll go on for hours.”

“Sounds
a lot like Cathy,” she said. “She loves shopping and spending money. You wouldn’t believe her credit card bills.”

“Maybe
I can win her over by sending her shopping with Irena and Sabrina. It worked for Aryana, maybe it will work with Cathy.”

“Thank
you,” Sandra said softly after a few moments.

“For
what?” he frowned as the plane pulled into the specified terminal for unloading.

“For
being you, for taking the fear out of life and giving me hope for the future. I think I’m extremely lucky to have found you, but I’m scared at the same time. I keep thinking that you will wake up and realize what a mistake you’ve made.”

“My
eyes are wide-open darling and I will never regret the choices I’ve made or the plans for our future. I knew two years ago that you were the woman for me and I have spent every day since thinking of you. Every decision I’ve made has been with you in mind and I never make snap decisions, so why would I change my mind now?”

“Are
you sure I’m enough to keep you satisfied? I mean I don’t have the experience you do and I don’t know if I can do all the stuff that you want me to.”

“All
that stuff is for your benefit, more than mine. I’ve already told you it’s easy for men to get a woody. Hell, I get horny just looking at you.” Sandra blushed as the flight attendant passed by them, walking to the door behind them and unlatching it.

“Still
scared?” he asked as the door was opened. She shook her head softly.

“I
don’t think I’ll ever be afraid as long as I have you by my side.”

“I’ll
never be far away.” They stood up still holding hands. He smiled down at her for a brief moment before kissing her lips with a promise that made her spine tingle.

“Let’s
go.”

“I
have to go to the office to sign some papers, so we’ll stop off at the flat in Chelsea. You can stay there if you’d like, it will give you a little while to relax before we go on to Yorks?”

“I could do with a little down time, so long as you don’t forget about me while you’re gone.” Creighton laughed, kissing her cheek.

“Impossible,” he assured her.

The
cab pulled up in front of a large twelve story building in the lovely area of Chelsea England. The street was lined with lush green trees, the walkways clean and the air crisp. Sandra watched a young couple walk by with their little Pomeranian puppy on a thin leash, smiling when they stopped to allow it to make use of one of the tree trunks. Creighton held her hand when they stepped out of the cab, allowing her time to inspect her new surroundings. Several planters of small flowering bushes welcomed visitors to the main entrance of the building and she found herself smiling with excitement as they approached the tall dark-haired man in a black and white doorman’s uniform.

Creighton
greeted the man, introduced Sandra to him addressing him as Michael Landry and waited patiently as they exchanged pleasantries. Following Creighton inside the building to a large reception area with half dozen chairs of chocolate brown, two matching sofas and a number of green potted plants; the floors were marble, the walls beige with dark wooden crown molding and baseboards. There was a long wooden counter where a young attractive red-haired woman stood, dressed in a black suit and white blouse. Two security guards sat in a small glass room behind the woman, watching several screens. There were two chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, a glass lift and a wall of brass mailboxes besides. Sandra was amazed at how much it resembled the luxury hotels they had stayed over the past week.

“This
is lovely,” she whispered as they stepped up to the counter.

“Thank
you,” he said with a smile. “I like it.” He greeted the redhead and introducing her as Sarah Martin. Sandra noted the soft blush that colored Sarah’s cheeks when she looked at Creighton, her eyes, however, didn’t appear to be as friendly toward Sandra as they had been with her fiancée.

“At
least she wasn’t drooling,” Sandra whispered when they stepped into the empty lift. Creighton looked at her and smiled, setting their bags on the floor and wrapping his arm around her waist a little snugger.

“Green
eyes,” he teased her, causing her to blush. “You know you have nothing to worry about. I’ve found the woman I want drooling on me and I rather enjoy it, actually I enjoy it a lot.” Sandra leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent that was distinctly Creighton.

“So
long as you’re happy with it,” she said contently.

“That
I am my love.” The doors opened onto a foyer, very much like the main entrance, with the exception of the counter, security guards and mailboxes. They stepped out onto the marble floor and walked across the short distance to the dark wooden door, waiting while Creighton removed the Kansas key ring from his pocket and unlocked the entrance.

He
swung the door open and like every hotel they had stayed, he swung her into his arms and carried her over the threshold, kissing her delicate lips passionately before setting her feet down on the carpeted floor, gathering their luggage and closing the door.

Sandra
looked around the open floor plan as Creighton walked to the window and pulled the drapes open, exposing the beauty of the city beyond the wall of glass. The area they stood in was obviously the living room; with a large cream colored sectional sofa, square glass coffee table and a sixty-five inch flat-screen television hanging above a large white stone fireplace. The floor was dark wood, covered in a thick two tone brown area carpet. The drapes were cream and brown wave-like design and went from floor to ceiling. The walls were an off white concrete with several sconce lights adorned the walls, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Several small black-and-white photos of European cities at night decorated the walls.

Creighton
watched Sandra with interest while she examined his flat, smiling as their eyes met. He walked to her, reached out a hand and took hers in his.

“Come,
I’ll show you around,” he told her and walked her through the living room and into the attached dining room. It was decorated in a large glass and wood table that sat eight; a long silver bar of lights hung above it, each bulb covered with a small cream shade. The chairs were wooden with brown and cream floral cushions. The floor was a dark wood with a decorative mosaic style rug beneath in various shades of browns, creams and golds.

The
kitchen was next to the dining room with stainless steel appliances, a frosted glass door was on the back wall, leading to a small walk-in pantry and the cupboards were dark wood with frosted glass doors. Small halogen lights were positioned beneath the upper cupboards, illuminating the dark grey counter tops. There was a two-sided stainless sink, a large gourmet six burner gas stove, a stainless fridge with a freezer below and several long narrow drawers lined the bottom cupboards. Creighton explained that besides being storage, there were warming drawers and a new-age dishwasher; the likes Sandra had never seen before. The floor was a cream and brown tile with a long thick brown rubber runner to provide comfort for standing.

A
small door blocked off another area, which Creighton said was his office, next to that a powder room and besides the guest room where he used to shag his companions; but he was more anxious to take her up the open stainless steel steps to the upper level where the master bedroom was located.