I sit back and say no more. His contemptuous approach makes me all the more curious, but it also makes me shut my trap.
We pull up at The Manor and Jesse flips a switch on the dash, opening the gates. As we approach the courtyard, I see Big John getting out of his Range Rover, in his usual black suit and wraparound sunglasses. He nods in greeting as I get out of the car and walk around to Jesse’s side.
‘What’s happening, John?’ Jesse asks, taking my hand and leading me up the steps to The Manor’s entrance. I shiver, thinking about the last time I was here. I did a runner, and I never thought I would be back. But here I am. I look up at Jesse as he claps hands with Big John. He’s turned all business like.
‘S’all good,’ John rumbles, allowing Jesse and me to pass before following us through to the restaurant. I’m surprised how quiet it is for ten o’clock on a Sunday morning in a hotel. Isn’t it breakfast time?
Jesse stops, turning to face me. ‘What would you like to eat?’ He’s even talking to me all business like.
‘I’m not fussed.’ I shrug. I’m feeling uncomfortable and beginning to wish I stayed on the sofa with a huge mug of coffee and a duvet. What am I going to do while he works, anyway?
His expression softens. ‘What do you really fancy?’
Oh, well, that’s really easy. ‘Smoked salmon,’
‘Bagel?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘Coffee?’
‘Please,’
‘How do you take your coffee?’
‘Cappuccino, extra shot. No chocolate or sugar.’
‘You’ll eat in my office,’
I shrug. ‘I’m easy.’ As soon as the words fall from my mouth, I snap my eyes up, discovering twinkling, green pools of delight and a very dirty smirk. ‘Not a word.’ I warn.
‘It wasn’t a question, Ava. John, give me twenty. Pete, did you get that?’
‘I certainly did, Sir.’
‘Good. Bring Ava’s breakfast to my office.’ He gives his orders out while staring at me with blazing green eyes.
My hand is grabbed, and I’m hauled through The Manor to his office. I jog to keep up with him, and no sooner has the door to his office shut, my bag is tossed to the floor and I’m thrust up against the back of it, my dress around my waist.
Fucking hell! Isn’t he here to work? He buries his face straight in my neck, my arms flying up to grip his t-shirt. I knew what was coming. When he focused those blazing eyes on me, I knew what he was thinking. But I’m still caught off guard by his ferociousness. Slow, prepared build up, or hard, fast pounce – the affect is still the same. I’m sucking in short, sharp breaths and ready to beg.
‘I knew it was a bad idea bringing you here. I’m going to get nothing done.’ His husky voice drums against my throat as he sucks greedily, his palms stroking up either side of my body, resting on my breasts and kneading through the material of my dress.
‘I’ll go then.’ I breathe. ‘Shit!’ The sharp thrust of his hips tells me that was the wrong thing to say.
The pressure of his body pushing me up against the door increases and his mouth crashes to mine. ‘Watch your fucking mouth.’ he grates between strong, swift strokes of his tongue. ‘You’re going nowhere, lady,’ He bites my lip. ‘Ever. Are you wet?’
‘Yes,’ I pant, grappling at his t-shirt. I only have to look at him and I’m turned on.
His hands leave my breasts, disappearing south, and I hear the sound of his fly zipper being undone, his no obstruction comment now perfectly clear. My knickers are yanked to the side.
I have no time to brace myself for the hard and fast that’s coming. He tugs one of my legs up to his waist, positions himself and slams into me, thrusting me up the door on a loud shout. I scream.
‘Quiet.’ he barks.
He gives me no time to adjust. He pounds into me repeatedly, punishingly, over and over, sending me skyward in pleasure. I press my lips together to refrain from shouting out, dropping my head onto his shoulder in delirious despair.