“Oh… my… fuck,” I stammer. “I am at the work auction and talking to Mark. Alastar shows up and is all why didn’t you ring me and then he pulled me in a cupboard. Next thing I’m jacking him off with my legs open in a skirt and a girl from reception walked in and now she’s going to tell Mark and I am going to get fired!” I blurt out in a rush.
“Umm.” I hear her walk away from wherever she is. “Just a minute, guys.” She’s trying to act calm. She must be out with her family.
“Did you hear me?” I whisper in a panic.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she pushes out.
My panic rises. It sounds worse now I’ve said it out loud. “I jacked him off in a broom closet and got busted.”
“What the fuck? Who… Mark?”
“No.” I shake my head in frustration. “Fucking Alastar.”
“What the hell? What the fuck were you doing in a broom closet?”
I hold my forehead with one hand. “He was angry because he thought I was with Mark last night, so he pulled me in there and one minute we are fighting and then next minute we are making out and I had my hands down his pants.”
“I have no words,” she replies in horror after a few moments of excruciating silence.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” I stammer as the reality of the situation hits home.
“Where is he now?”
“Mark?”
“No, Alastar!”
“He’s waiting out in the car to take me back to his place.”
“Oh, man.” She sighs.
“What do I do?” I whisper as my eyes glance around guiltily.
“Go outside and blow his fucking mind.”
I bite my bottom lip as I think. “You have no idea how hot this man is Brielle? I can’t even...”
“Then what are you waiting for, you idiot? If you are going to get fired anyway, at least go out with a bang.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Literally.”
She laughs.
“This will finish me.” I sigh.
She laughs. “Pretty funny but, hey.”
“No.”
The door opens and my eyes shoot up. Oh no, it’s Mark. Shit. I’m back in the courtyard and now he thinks I am waiting for him.
“I got to go,” I snap. I hang up and my phone immediately beeps a text. It’s Alastar.
Hurry up.
My eyes widen… Fucking hell!
“Hello, gorgeous girl.” Mark smiles sexily.
I fake a smile, oh man. I have to get out of here. “Hi,” I reply nervously.
“Sorry it took me so long. Where were we?” He reaches over and pushes my hair behind my ear.
“Ahh.” Holy shit. “I’m going home. I’m not really feeling that well.”
He picks up my hand in his. “Are you okay? You seem to have distanced yourself from me since your arrival.” His eyes search mine. “Is everything good between us?”
The door opens and we both turn. To my horror, it’s the damn nosy receptionist again. My face falls and her mouth actually drops open. She thinks I’m here with Mark as he is holding my hand and I just had sex with Alastar. Great. I will never live this down. She narrows her eyes and her animosity bounces through the courtyard.
Oh no.
“Mark, can I see you for a moment, please?” she sneers.
I swallow the golf ball in my throat as my eyes flutter between the two of them.
Mark doesn’t seem to like her tone. “Just a second. I am just going to walk Emerson out to a cab,” he replies curtly.
Huh? I don’t want you to walk me outside. Oh, this night is out of fucking control.
“She’s not feeling well,” he replies.
She smirks and raises a brow at me. “Poor, poor Emerson. Rough night, hey, sweetie?” She smiles sarcastically.
I feel faint as the blood drains from my face. Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Mark glares at blondie as he leads me out of the courtyard and toward the auction room. If I walk out into the parking lot with Mark, Alastar will see and will probably lose his shit and then I will lose my job.
This night is going in the Guinness Book of Records as the world’s biggest disaster.
“Can I call round and see you tonight?” Mark asks.
Huh? The auction starts again and the auctioneers voice calls out. “An early piece from the talented photographer, Star.” He holds up an abstract painting of greens and gold and I turn around for the perfect artist. This is his painting. “Can I start the bidding at one hundred thousand?” he calls in an assertive voice.
Four little tickets on sticks get held up and I frown. What?
The battle begins and I stand dumbfounded as four different parties all go to war for the gorgeous green painting. The tickets are getting held up left right and centre. Where is he? He should be here to witness this and my eyes scan around in search of him again.
“Two hundred thousand.”
Mark gestures to the door and I shake my head subtly. I want to see who gets the painting.
“Sold. Two hundred and Sixty Thousand, to the lady in purple.” The crowd clap.
I turn and see a sophisticated lady standing at the back in a purple pants suit. What must it be like to have that kind of money? She smiles proudly as the auctioneer’s secretary approaches her and takes her details.
Wow. One of the big bosses’ approaches Mark. “Mark, I have someone I want you to meet.”
Marks looks to me for a response. Here’s my chance to escape.
“I will just go to the bathroom and meet you back here?” I smile.