"Sir, I've found her.""Found her? Found who?""The little bird that flew the nest.""Really? Well done, Bech." The answering smile is unpleasant. "And how is our Jennifer? And where is she? Did she run far?""No, sir. She's here, right under our noses, in the City."The tall figure turns, brows raised. "Is that so? How did you find her?""She's turned up in the police files in connection with the Blessingmoors investigation. The authorities want to interview her.""That could be awkward...." The tall man rubs his chin. "How did they find her? Caught shoplifting again?""I don't think so, sir. I don't have all the facts yet, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible.""You're right, Bech. Thank you. Good work. Let me know as soon as you have anything else at all.""Yes, sir."*****JAMES"This is the address." I ring the bell, then again, a few seconds later.A scuffle of movement and the door cracks open, a pretty blond girl looking out."W
JamesIt's a bit busy around here, isn't it?" I say. "How about we go out somewhere? A restaurant perhaps? That is, if you've not yet eaten, Charlotte?"She smiles, "No, I've not eaten. And yes, I'd love to go out with you both. It's been so long...."Tell me about it....".... I know it's only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever.""And if we're not interrupting anything important." I point to the open folder. "We did choose Friday night, hoping you would be free?"She shakes her head vigorously. "Oh, no. That's fine. I have until Wednesday to hand the work in.""You're not going out anywhere with the other students?""No, I don't really go out. I'm here to work."Only here to work?Don't you have any friends, Jade-Eyes?Then I think of Marie upstairs....Mmmm....Michael doesn't look any happier.I think we can put a smile on your face, Jade....I take her hand, kiss the fingers. "Good. And later, a hotel room perhaps? We thought you might like to
JamesThis is the three of us, for the first time in weeks, together again. Charlotte stands between us, her expression a little glazed, lips parted. I reel her in tight at the waist, fasten my mouth over hers. She smells sweet and tastes better, a quiver running through her as we kiss.Michael, now behind her, strokes her shoulders, her hair, then pushes her scented tresses to one side. There is the slight clicking of her dress zipper. As he slides it down, the dress falls open and to the floor.Her perfume is more powerful now, partly some expensive fragrance I think, but mainly it's her, the scent of her skin, her arousal. Michael nibbles at her, over the curve of her neck, at the delicate skin behind the ear to the hairline. Her face swings up and back, and she warbles her song as she reaches for him with her mouth.Unusually for her, Charlotte was wearing no bra and now stands only in her panties. I slide down her body, her breasts swinging full and loose by my mouth as I
JamesMichael's testing her. I'm not sure why. She couldn't be readier for him. Or perhaps he's just teasing her. But he probes into her, just a short distance I think. Charlotte's thighs ripple and tense, the line of her muscles gleaming. She's well presented for him, still with the pillow raising her, and I know that in a minute she's going to get the lot.He builds a rhythm, a slow thrusting that gradually hilts him before withdrawing again completely. I entertain myself with her nipples, nipping hard at the rock-hard nubs to make her squawk. Each time she hollers, I see Michael hesitating, hanging on to his control, his eyes occasionally rolling up to mine with a Fine, but fuck off kind of look....Yeah.... Right….... which of course only encourages me. I step up the action, pinching harder, enjoying the jolt to my groin as her squeals grow louder with each pinch....He's pounding her now, spearing in and her squeals are becoming shrieks. He meets my eyes again and I nod
James"Charlotte! Charlotte! Wake up." I sit up, holding her at the shoulders, trying to rouse her from her nightmare. Tossing and crying in her sleep, she struggles to escape."It's dark," she whimpers."Turn the lights on, Michael. For fuck's sake, turn them on!"A light snaps on to reveal the tear-streaked face of my auburn beauty. I wrap my arms around her. "Shhh… You're safe. You're safe. I'm here. Michael's here. Nothing's going to hurt you."She's trying to wipe her face dry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry.... I was back there...." As I hold her close, her heart is hammering, her breathing punctuated by sobs.My eyes meet with Michael's.Is this happening often?"How about some hot milk? Or cocoa maybe? You stay with Michael. I'll go order from room service. No, I'll go downstairs myself. It will be faster."I pass her across to him, then snag a robe to go down to the hotel kitchens.The concierge gives me a sour look, asking her for service in the wee small hours....
JamesAs it passes, I lie atop her, panting as she strokes my hair and shoulders, then kisses my cheek. My heart slowing and my breathing returning to normal, I roll to one side, then pat the sheets for her to lie alongside me. "I feel like some fucking fourteen-year-old who's discovering that his balls aren't just ornaments anymore."She bursts out laughing. "Master, you can fuck me five times a day over this weekend if you want to."He came. He saw. He came again...."Less of the mirth from you, Madam. You have your other lover to satisfy as well. Do you want to spend the whole of the weekend with your knees in different time zones?""On which subject," comes a voice, "Move over. There's room for another in that bed." Michael stands there, leaning against the bathroom door, his hair still damp from the shower, good humour writ large.Oh, God… How much of that did he hear?As I settle beside her, "How long have you been there?" He cocks a brow at me. "Long enough to k
James"Charlotte… Charlotte!"This time it is Michael shaking her awake. She sits up in the half-light of the lamp we left switched on by the bed.Jeez.... How are we going to deal with this…?She's going through hell every time she sleeps....Michael's holding her, murmuring quietly to her. I fetch the flask of hot chocolate I had pre-prepared........ Just in case....As I pour three cups, I'm glad I thought to do it.She doesn't say much, simply sips half her drink and drops off to sleep again. I spoon around her, holding her as she sleeps.*****I wake."What are you looking at?" It's Charlotte's voice. She's still in my embrace, but it's not me she's speaking to.Michael's voice, "You, asleep. I'm enjoying having you near."Michael is already dressed, sitting in an armchair next to the bed with a pot of what looks like strong black coffee. He smiles at her, reaching out to take her hand, stroking the fingers."I've got to go back this morning you know,"
JamesA moment later and the sound of the front door, then Ross' voice. "I'll put the car away, Mr Haswell. Mrs Haswell is in the lounge with Mr Alexanders.""James is here?""Yes, Mr Haswell. He arrived about twenty minutes ago. Mrs Haswell has asked me to set an extra place for dinner.""Excellent." He sounds cheerful........ Good to know I'm welcome....Richard enters, tossing his briefcase onto the settee. Beth navigates him into the chair opposite mine by the fire, where he flops down with a sigh. A minute later and she is pressing a brandy glass into his hand and topping up mine.Better not have too much........ Still got to drive....Beth stays close by, taking a seat set back a little from the two of us. She has a way of fading into the background when she wants to...."Good evening." He swirls the brandy in its glass, sipping at it, then letting it hang loosely in his hand by the heat of the flames. "I'm glad you're here, James," he says. "How's Charlotte
JamesMichael takes a moment before speaking, then, ".... All through your life, you've had everything thrust upon you. Even meeting James and me, you chose to enter the auction, but you did that out of necessity. I'd like to know what you want. Now that you are free to choose for yourself, what is it that you want?"And he falls silent, watching her, and waiting as she looks around at everything about us....And I wonder what she sees. With everything that life has thrown at her, the horrors of her childhood, the terrors of her adulthood, and now to be here, in this lovely place, with the home she always yearned for.And is that enough for her?She gestures around, hands trying to encompass it all. "What more could I want? We're all here, at last, together. I have you both. I have what I want."Yes!Result!Michael's eyes shift to mine....Definitely....She sees us, knows what is going on, and leans in to Michael as he kisses her. "I think I'm going to ask you to
Charlotte sits in the office facing Mr Chambers. He's middle-aged and pleasant enough, and clearly doing his best to make her feel at ease. Nonetheless, her embarrassment is excruciating and she can't look him in the face."Can I get you a cup of tea, Miss Conners? Or coffee perhaps?"Her throat tight. "No, thank you."If she tried to drink right now, she would bring it right back up again."Very well. I understand you would like to enter our auction for the sale of...." He picks up a sheet and reads.... 'The services of 'Charlotte' for the period of one week, those services to include anything required of her by her purchaser and also to include the sale of her virginity.' Is that correct?"She squeezes the word out. "Yes."He places the document on the table. "I should explain Miss Conners, that whilst you might find it easier to have a female representative to work with right now, here at the auction house we feel that a girl who cannot go through this interview with a m
RichardAt one of these interminable 'drinks dos' I am expected to attend, I do my best to put on a polite face. But I'm having trouble.I have the mayor on one side, "Since the plans were made public for the new City-Scape layout the share value has soared, Richard...."And my head of corporate law on the other. "There are still some legal obstacles to overcome...." argues Lazenby.I am unsympathetic. "That's what I pay you for."What I pay you a lot for........ So, stop whining and do your job.Listening to the mayor droning on, I nod politely, trying to appear interested but, in fact, my attention is half on the gathering at the other side of the room.As Charlotte and Elizabeth are chatting by the bar. Michael arrives, strolling across the lounge with that easy half-smile that is his habitual expression. Charlotte spots him and moves aside to make room for him."Hi, Michael." Elizabeth's eyes are bright as she looks up at him.He returns the smile. "Hi, Beth. L
Richard"But you've been running 'Life and Fitness' in the City for years.… and turning a healthy profit, surely?""Yes, but you know how it is since two thousand and seven. All the banks have tightened up the rules."Bloody bastards at the banks....Pretty perfect for me though....How to approach this…??James said he has a problem accepting help........ Carefully...."Ummm.…Take this the right way, but I'd be happy to help."Glass in hand, Michael freezes, knuckles. His voice is barely polite. "Thanks, Richard, but I'm not a charity."James' meets my eyes again with a 'Told you' look. He laughs softly. "Now, who's suffering from stiff-necked pride?" Michael gives him a look that should have dissolved him on the spot, but James simply gives him a mild look, sucking at his teeth as he tries to extract a bit of peanut.I follow Michael's lead, keeping my own tone cool. "It wasn't a charitable offer, Michael. I'm a businessman. It was a proposal."He flush
JamesAs we leave, Richard murmurs, "Keep your face straight.""You might have warned me....""What? That you were my ace-in-a-hole?" Despite his advice, Richard's mouth is twitching. "Not a chance. It worked out so much better that you were surprised when he finally realised who you are."I glance over my shoulder to see that we are safely out of range, then stop and turn to face him. "Richard, who am I? I'm an architect. A good architect granted, but...."He lays a hand on my shoulder. "You, my friend, are the architect who will have changed the face of the City. Not many can make that claim. Your immortality is going to be standing as evidence around us for generations to come."It's an interesting thought."I never expected to be famous."He rocks a hand back and forth. "Perhaps not with the Common Man, but I looked through those Get-Well cards at the hospital. Did you?""Er, no.""You should. I asked Michael to keep them for when you left the hospital; for when
JamesMy mobile rings: Richard."James, I was having a word with Charlotte earlier. She's a little upset that the university is kicking up a fuss over the way her course options are moving around. The training periods, academic time and so on. It was all supposed to be arranged, but apparently, they're giving her a hard time over it.""Yes, I thought something like this might crop up. Did you have something in mind?""Absolutely. I know where this is coming from. The Chancellor, Wilmore, is fine, but the Bursar is an interfering busybody with an inflated sense of self-worth, who pokes his nose into every aspect of university life, whether it belongs there or not. If he didn't have tenure he'd have been out years ago.""So…?""First, I like you to have a word with Charlotte...."*****The crook of my thumb and forefinger under her chin, I force her face to mine, "Charlotte, is it that you want to attend the university? Or that, in a couple of years' time, you simply want
James"So how did it go?"Michael prises the cap off a beer bottle on the edge of the table then gulps down from the neck before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "It was.... surreal."I'm up and about and able to walk now, at the level of using the bathroom without the intervention of a nurse. Nonetheless, Michael's return is an excuse for me to climb back into bed, take the weight from my aching leg and draw a surreptitious sigh, which he pretends not to notice.And I'm happy enough to be here. Back in the beach house, the environment is soothing and convinces me to sleep more than I could have done in the renovation/building site which is our mountain home, even were we able to return there.I prop myself up against the pillows and Michael reaches around, rearranging them for me. When I'm settled comfortably, "Go on. I'm listening.""Cutting a long story short, Klempner admitted to murdering Charlotte's father, seemed to have some kind of crisis over her looking
KlempnerJennifer's face....The loathing there when he says that....The idea that she might be anything to do with me........You're Conners' daughter........ Not mine…Blondie's still speaking… "And your final revenge on her was to steal the child, to force her to grow up into slavery herself.... To fit your idea of...."I claimed you........ Mine........ My due........ My redress....Blondie is still talking.... "And when you found she'd grown up to look like her mother, you became obsessed with it again, determined to have the daughter forced into a life that the mother had already told you repelled her...."And I remember the disgust in her eyes....My beautiful Mitch........ Looking at me like shit on a shoe...."Is she alive? Charlotte's mother?" Blondie asks.I can't stomach looking at him. "I've no idea. The police gave her a new identity, hid her from me. I couldn't find her, and I've not seen her for over twenty years. But if she's not s
KlempnerHer face twists...."You still don't want to believe me? She was very good at her job. Good enough that, at first, we didn't realise she was a professional. We thought she was just being.... friendly. And I'll admit, when I set eyes on her, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen...."..... Mitch's daughter....Blondie's knuckles on her shoulder whiten. ".... So did Frank. We took a room for the night and.... well, you know the script from there. You've had two guys together often enough I'm sure...."Her face sets. "So, what then?""She was fun to be with. Not just a good fuck, but actually good company. We both liked her. And she seemed to like us.... Really like us I mean, rather than just pretend to because that's part of the job description. In the morning, we took her number, and later, we called her back. It went from there. We'd meet up with her a couple of nights a week. It became regular. And then.…"Blondie breaks in, his voice low. "A