A little update that is so late and overdue ...
We finish our day early and have a round of party games and a light lunch. I'm distracted the whole time. All I can think about is him. God, he's really done a number on me.
A lot of girls have changed now into more party appropriate clothes and they are way over the top. Short dresses that barely cover their ass, I can't say I'm much better but at least I'm covered up for now. I get lots of compliments too despite not revealing my outfit yet. Nobody is used to me making this much of an effort. It makes me smile. I wonder what his reaction will be.
God I hope he doesn't realise it's all for him.
I manage to get through the day so far but I'm jittery. When we go down for to the restaurant for dinner. I see him across the room and my stomach drops out. He waves and I swear I see him wink at me. The room is full and I'm glad he doesn't get a chance to see me up close. I am bright red.
Thank goodness for the seating chart making sure there's some distance between us. I'm going to die. My heart is beating so fast and I keep looking up at him and looking away when he catches my eye. Oh god. He looks so good. And … Holy crap. I'm going to die.
People move around once the meal is over but he doesn't move from his seat across the room and I'm certainly not going to go over to him. I wouldn't know how to approach him. I'm slightly disappointed but quite glad at the same time. I don't know what I'd say if he came up to me now. I'd probably be an incoherent mess. I pour myself another glass of wine. I need it.
We make our way back to the office for more drinks and games and I finally pull off my jumper. In my nervousness I probably drank a bit too much. I'm pretty much off my face now and I'm feeling too hot. The temperature in here is too much.
"Damn Clary. Where have you been hiding that?" My colleague Raphael says appreciatively wrapping an arm around me.
The dress I'm wearing is strapless with a sweetheart neckline and cut outs on both sides that are panelled with black lace. I have high heeled boots on and I look pretty hot if I do say so myself. It's probably the most anyone at work has ever seen of my figure. Izzy had pinned my hair up in an up do making good use of my long hair. My make-up accentuates my eyes and lips. I can see why he's suddenly seeming very interested.
"Raph." I groan shrugging him off. He just grins at me and pulls me against him again.
Someone catches my eye across the room and I spot Jace. He's staring right at me and he doesn't look pleased. He downs his drink and makes his way towards me.
I'm glad I'm so drunk because otherwise I would have run away by now. Literally turned around and run for the hills.
"Get your slimy hands off her." He growls at Raphael and he backs off instantly letting go of me. The implication is clear. She's mine.
"Sorry man. I didn't know … I heard she was a free agent now." Raphael says stuttering.
I look between them both and Jace is giving him a killer glare. Raphael literally backs away and disappears.
He finally looks over at me. He looks furious and I blink at him. He grabs me by my hand and pulls me along with him. Down the corridor and further and further away from the party.
"Where are we going?" I ask as he pulls me along.
He doesn't reply but he opens the door to his office and pushes me in.
Of course golden boy has his own office. One of the perks of being a high flying advertising executive. I've never been inside before. It's magnificent. All glass and modern white furniture. But it tells me nothing about him. Except that he's a neat freak.
"What the hell is this?" He growls motioning to my dress. The furious look is still on his face and his golden eyes are blazing. That's seriously not what I expected him to say. God this is awkward.
"It's a dress." I say sarcastically. "Why don't you like it?"
He doesn't sound like the sweet guy who has been sending me notes all week. He sounds like a possessive asshole. God. This is not good.
"I love it." He says chuckling and his demeanour relaxes, "But I don't like the way it's making other dicks look at you." He takes my hands and pulls me towards him.
Okay fine a protective ass. I can live with that but he doesn't need to know that.
"You don't own me." I say breathily as I look down to our hands, "I can dress how I like."
"You can." He says smirking at me, "But every action has a consequence Clarissa."
The way he says my name makes me shiver. I bite my lip and look up at him hesitantly.
"What are you talking about?" I ask when our eyes meet. The look in his eyes is something else. He looks hungry like he wants to devour me and usually a look like that would scare me. But with him I can't look away. I want to know what it means.
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard and fast. His hands all over my body. I moan and kiss him back. God it feels so good. His lips against mine. And I want more of him so much more.
I let my own hands explore his body and he doesn't disappoint. His skin feels so good under my fingers. His taut firm skin is warm under my fingers and by God I love his rippling muscles. I can't stop touching him and he's moaning into my mouth now. Oh God it feels so good to know that my touch is affecting him like that.
He pulls away gasping and looks down at me. I'm breathless too struggling to regain my breath. We just stare at each other for a while. I like looking at his face. Studying each of his features because I've never had a chance to do it so close up before. His gorgeous golden eyes which are almost black right now. His perfect nose. His cheekbones I run a finger along one of them cupping his face with my hand as he closes his eyes and melts into my touch. His perfect lips that are swollen from our kissing session. My thumb traces the his bottom lip and he lets out a small gasp. I let my hands drop to his neck but I keep them there and I look up at him waiting for him to open his eyes.
"This isn't how I planned this but God you make me so damn nervous I'm off my face." He admits his face red and flushed. His eyes are still closed.
"I make you nervous?" I ask in disbelief. That doesn't sound like him at all. If anyone is nervous it's me. I just drank half the office drinks supply and I'm starting to have a feeling that maybe he drank the other half.
"You don't know the effect you have on me." He says his eyes finally opening and looking down at me. He looks so sincere. It shocks me.
"You're right I don't ..." I admit, "We haven't really spoken once for the three years I've worked here." How could I know? It's true that we have barely spoken since I've been here. He is the office golden boy so of course he was on my radar but really I didn't think he knew who I was. I don't want to admit that now because clearly there's something I've missed.
"I didn't know what to say. You were with him and I hated that you belonged to someone else." He says groaning, "I'm not used to not being able to get what I want." I don't know what to make of this. The fact that he knew I was with someone surprises me. But him not being used to getting what he wants that doesn't surprise me at all. I don't know what to think if I'm honest. Except that I want to know why. What changed?
"So what's different now?" I ask him genuinely curious.
"You're not with him anymore I know that much and I refuse to waste an opportunity like this. God I've wanted you for so long, pretending that I didn't … It was killing me." He says pulling me against him. He leans down and kisses my temple and slowly starts trailing kisses down the side of my jaw. His hands are cupping my behind gently stroking at it.
"Jace …" I moan as his ministration set my body on fire. Those were exactly the words I wanted to hear. He has me now. The desire in my body has multiplied at those simple words and I can feel the heat pooling between my legs. The clench in my lower stomach signalling that I want him just as much as he wants me.
"And I'm telling you now that dress you're wearing makes me want to tear it off you and take you right here on this desk." He whispers as he reaches my neck, gently sucking at my pulse point driving me to the brink of insanity, "If you have any objections I'd voice them now. Right now." He doesn't stop kissing me and I tip my head back and his kisses trail along my shoulder. I'm an incoherent mess. And then suddenly he stops as if he's remembered something important. He straightens up and looks down at me with a questioning look and I know he's waiting for me. Waiting for me to object. But I can't. I want him. God I want him so much.
"No objections whatsoever." I say looking up at him and he lets out a noise of disbelief. Like he can't quite believe what I'm saying. And he wastes no time in pulling me up to him and connecting our lips once again.
So it's not last Christmas when I started this and I've also missed this Christmas.
What a mess, eh?
Apologies but I've been having life issues but I guess it's a poor excuse.
The next chapter is pretty downright filthy and the reason for the M rating of this fic.
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