Chapter 4
Bond immediately hits an upscale bar and begins to drink. He needs to numb the pain…maybe it will release the tight feeling in his chest.
There are a group of women here for a bachelorette party and they keep glancing over at him.
Bond has never had trouble with the opposite sex before tonight…he can seduce any female that does not matter. The one that does matter is his kryptonite.
Bond raises his glass towards the table of women. He will be going home with one of them if not more this evening. He will whisper M when he finally finds his release.
As it happens he staggers out of the bar and into a taxi with three of them.
These women appreciate his beauty and his body...he divides his attention as equally as he can...a gentleman to the end.
However, there is one that reminds him of the reason he is here tonight. The petite, busty blonde gets the intensity of his focus...he wants her to be someone else...desperately.
James yells Olivia at his release and she doesn't seem to mind...he has been lavishing all three of them with moans of M throughout the couplings.
Sated and exhausted he leaves the blonde's flat two hours later. There's not any room in that bed for the four of them to sleep…he would never have stayed anyway.
Bond arrives home and has a shower…another drink and then bed.
Visions of the evening float in his subconscious and it is M in all her glorious anger…flushed after kissing him with such passion...that is the image he holds as he falls into an unsteady sleep.
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M awakes and showers. She sits in her dressing gown relaxing over breakfast and reading her emails.
Bond took three women to an address….blah de blah good for him...such a virile man...she will offer him her congratulations at their next meeting.
Bond exited the house two hours later and went home…do we need to continue surveillance?
M sends a note to Tanner ending the surveillance on Bond. He behaved just as she predicted he would…booze and….well better than a threesome…a quad some.
M scoffed…over compensating much…and he accuses her of being a woman of loose morals…damn, double standards even in today's society there is a stigma…M wonders if those three women feel cheap and easy after sharing Bond for the evening or just pleasantly well used.
It had felt good in Bond's arm...absurdly good. What the hell did he want her for anyway? Was it all a ploy to bed the head of the department?
No...Bond was sincere but then they attacked each other and the anger became easier for M, than accepting the feelings that she has for him.
It will not work. M spewed enough vitriol at the boy to send him into drink and other women.
There is no way she wants a relationship with a man who can regularly go out and bed 3 women at the same time.
M is not the kind of woman who shares.
William is nice and secure...like her husband. They can do things together and calmly slip into even older age.
James Bond...is too beautiful for such an old woman. They could never be together publicly...people would think James was her toy boy...too embarrassing.
James is all excitement and vigour...damn him.
How can M even consider bedding Bond now...she would be merely a curiosity to him. Bond would bore of her and screw other woman and break her heart.
M is going to go out and find the sexiest dress that she can for tonight's dinner. She has to make last night up to William and to herself for missing out on what could have been a very pleasant time.
M wants to see how exciting William is when given the right motivation.
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William sits with Gareth over breakfast. Gareth begins what has begun as a daily questioning of his father and his relationship advancement with M.
"So you were out late last night. Anything you care to share dad?"
"Well, not as fun as I hoped it would be…I met her son James last night. James was waiting for us when we arrived...I gave him quiet a shock kissing his mother as we entered the house. He was a bit put out to see his mother kissing a strange man. It always amazes me how overprotective men of all ages are towards their mothers"
Gareth frowns and looks into his coffee mug. M does not have a son named James…he's positive.
Could it be…no…James Bond…at her house?
Gareth knew that the two were close…especially after Skyfall but to let himself into her home…
"Are you seeing Em again dad?"
"I invited her to dinner with her son…do you want to come too?"
"It might be nice…to meet her son. I told you she was a great woman, somehow I knew you would like her."
"That I do…she is an incredible lady…I might not have made it home last night, had her son not arrived." William nudged his son with his elbow as he said this.
Gareth smiled. Tonight could be very interesting indeed.
William went out for a walk and sat on a bench planning on texting Emma to tell her of the change. The blasted mobile was out of batteries…it will be a surprize then.
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James awoke with a slight hang over. He has nothing to do today so he gets some water, takes some pills and goes back to bed until 14:00.
Bond lingers in bed thinking about last evening…and not just the sex with three young women.
M would be going out with Mallory's father again tonight.
Bond pictured a nice cozy private dinner that they would have now that M forbade him from attending. Wine, nice food, romantic atmosphere and then back to M's place for…
SHIT! DAMN! Why can't he stop thinking about this…Mallory's hands on her…the way she yields into Mallory's kiss in the door way…the taste of her mouth when Bond kissed her…her breasts...christ in a sea of silicone M has the most incredible breasts that nature could provide.
Bond had alway preferred natural flesh to augmented bony women trying to be something they were not. There is a softness in the flesh of a healthy woman, that is more arousing to him than the muscle, plastic and silicone of the easily photographed.
Argh…Bond is becoming aroused…he can't help it. He heads into the shower.
There is not a chance in hell that M is going to have a romantic evening with another man...not while he draws breath.
M is going to kick his ass anyway he might as well do something to break up M's relationship as well as he fucked up theirs.
Bond knows it's petty but if he can't have M…NO ONE CAN.
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M's dress is gorgeous. Even the sales ladies remarked how the dark navy brought out her eyes. Plunging V-neck bodice with a sheer shimmering overlay that gathers just under her breasts. Half sleeves and a skirt that drops to her calf.
William is due at 18:00 and M is ready with a drink in hand to wait for him. The bell rings and she opens the door for him.
William's dressed smartly in a grey suit and green tie.
The man is speechless when he sees her.
William is suddenly shaken to his core and on impulse pulls M to him in the entrance way and kisses her passionately.
M's shocked but chuckles into his mouth during the kiss. They break apart and M sees such a look of want on his face that it leaves her a bit weak in the knees.
"I take it you like the dress, William?"
"Yes…yes…I am mad that we have to take the boys out for dinner with you looking like this…I would eat canned soup and toast if we could stay here right now and have an early night. Upstairs in your room, incase I was being too subtle for you my dear."
M laughs a very sexy laugh with a twinkle in her eye. "What do you mean boys?"
"I asked Gareth to come with us since James is coming along."
M visibly pales. "Gareth? I texted you that James could not come…did you not get it?"
"Blasted batteries…I can send my lad home and we can have the evening to ourselves."
M hands William a drink. "Is Gareth in the car?"
"No, he is meeting us at the place…christ woman that dress makes you look 30 years younger, I will call him and cancel."
Bond walks into the room from the back of the house "Cancel what?"
M whips around. "James!"
James closes in on her to give her a lingering kiss on the cheek.
"Mum…you look….amazing are we going somewhere fancy enough for this dress Mr. Mallory?"
"That we are, young man and you can meet my son Gareth at the same time."
M looks about to faint and Bond curses himself. If he had just followed them to the restaurant instead he could have avoided Gareth Mallory.
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James has been in the house for the last 20 minutes and watched M come downstairs and get a drink in the well..the most…the sexiest dress he thinks he has ever seen. He is frozen in time watching her move about the room unaware that he's even there.
M is beautiful and graceful...his heart pounds in his chest occasionally missing a beat in his desire for her. James can smell her perfume from where he is hidden and it succeeds in arousing him further.
Christ she was going to sleep with him tonight…that is what that dress is all about, seduction.
James is sweating in his suit barely breathing as he decides to approach her and beg for forgiveness.
The door bell rang, James is too late.
William grabbed her as soon as he saw her…Bond almost pulled out his gun when he did.
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"Mum, you'll have to beat the men off with a stick in that dress…or I will have too."
M smiled and acted like everything is fine. A bloody assassin in her living room taunting her with veiled threats to her suitor.
Christ, how will Gareth react…sentimental about him…rings in her ears. Bond is messing with her career now…not just her soon to be non-existent social life.
William will not understand the situation once he knows Bond is her agent not son.
M is going to have Bond sent away for a year.
Is Bond becoming unhinged like Silva?
Should M have Bond put down? There is no doubt in M's mind that Bond has just crossed a line between them and he's dangerous.
Bond gather's M's coat and helps her into it, caressing her neck with his fingers and sending jolts of electricity though her body.
Damn him!
The three head to the awaiting car that Gareth supplied for the evening. M sits in the back seat between her two would be lovers.
"James I thought you were too busy to come tonight…to tired out from last night's exertions."
M wants him to know that she had him followed and knows exactly what he did last night.
"Mum, you know how resilient I am…a night like that was just the result of events earlier in the evening…it means little to me now."
William looks at Bond. "What were you up to James?"
"I had a fight no...a conversation with an old lover of mine...then I went out and got stinking drunk."
"I remember relationships like that in my in my younger days. Women are cruel sometimes…stomp on a man's heart."
"This one did just that Mallory."
"Call me William."
"As long as I never have to call you dad…everything will be just fine William."
"At your age I would never expect you too."
M shoots daggers at Bond willing this evening over. Bond is going to regret this... she will curse him with everything she has at her disposal. Monday cannot come soon enough to enact her revenge.
"Where do you live James?"
"Scotland but my ex literally destroyed the house with one of her former lovers, therefore I'm forced to move back to mum's house in London."
"She sounds a right nasty woman…good riddance, eh?"
"To be completely honest I would move heaven and earth for the woman…still…I've got it bad for her but she dislikes the age difference. She is a lot older than I…mum does not approve. What do you think of a man like me with an older woman?"
"I always say the heart should decide not a number on a calendar…look at your mother here…she looks a good 30 years younger than her age and young men look at her every time she enters a room…she could easily be with a man much younger than I. It makes a man proud to have her on his arm."
M closes her eyes, she's developing one hell of a head ache. When will this farce end? As soon as the younger Mallory arrives, her job will soon be over...forced retirement for screwing an employee, even if she didn't.
Not to mentions making a cuckold of Mallory's father. Men never handle things like this well...just look at Bond's behaviour.
It is fine for M to know about James' olympic sexcapades last night but should William kiss her you would swear the earth was coming to an end for Bond.
Bond nods his head in agreement with Mallory. "I know...My mother has always been able to turn heads…she has led me to many a brutal fight over the years, protecting her and her honour."
"Surely you don't need to do that at this stage in life James. Your mother is a single woman with needs of her own. I don't see her as a shrinking violet. Emma can handle her own, from what I've seen."
M feels the need to interject. "How much further, I'm famished and could use a good drink about now."
The car pulls up to the curb and they climb out. James helps M out of the car and they wait for Mallory to climb out.
Bond whispers to M. "The old man will need pharmaceuticals…definitely…not up to speed."
M whispers back at the bastard for his cheek. "James you would be surprised on what is possible when I motivate a man."
M smiles and reaches out for William's arm to enter the restaurant.
Bond walks behind them, breathing heavily from what she just said to him...bitch!
Does she understand how unravelled she makes him? Of course she does...she excels at it...winding him up until he nearly explodes.
M is playing with fire. Bond could kill the man in seconds and make it look like he choked on his lamb. Not even his son would be the wiser.
Gareth Mallory looks on as Bond follows his father and M into the room. He frowns for a moment and then schools his face into a smile for his father's sake.
William removes M's coat and Gareth's mouth drops open. He always knew M was a handsome woman but…wow…does not do justice to the woman in that dress.
The room is decidedly more quiet as the patrons gaze at the stunning mature woman accompanied by three handsome men.
During the meal Mallory Sr. touches M and she touches him as much as possible. Bond is unable to react but is viably upset for anyone with eyes to see.
A sheen of sweat appears on his brow as William's hand disappears from view and rests comfortably on one of M's knees.
Mallory feels the night is going well. He is protecting his father from the truth and says nothing to Bond and M until William excuses himself for the gents.
"What is going on here?"
James speaks up first to take the blame on his shoulders. "I was at M's house the last night when he escorted her home. Your father assumed I was her son…It seemed the best to play along."
"I see…M, does Bond make regular visits to your home?"
"Yes, since Skyfall, he has come over a couple of days a week just to make sure I am all right…nothing more."
"This is not something that I care to discuss with my father but if he asks I will not lie to him. M this is not appropriate behaviour."
"I know exactly how it looks Mallory and It will not happen again. I have set Bond straight and he will not be seeing me outside the office from this time forward. Our relationship is purely professional from this point on."
Bond looks at Mallory. "I only wanted to make sure the boss was safe…no alterior motives or preferential treatment given."
"I will have to trust you on this M."
"Really Mallory, what the hell would Bond want with a woman old enough to be his mother?"
"M the way you look tonight…your age does not even come to mind."
M blushes at his compliment and Mallory notices the scowl on Bond's face.
Bond's lying…he is smitten with her.
Mallory damn well would be too if there wasn't a bloody line of men ahead of him. One of those men being his father.
Mallory doubts that the image of her in that dress will leave him soon. Christ it draw the eyes to her ample bosom...he is finding it difficult to look away.
Mallory has never seen his father so pleased. His face is flushed with excitement...who can blame him. M is the most beautiful woman in the restaurant.
They have to play along with this farce and his father will have to come home with him and not having the pleasure of seeing M home...in that dress...the image of his father being the lucky one that may get to help her out of that dress...argghhh.
Christ...Mallory is becoming jealous of his father over a woman old enough to be his mother...there is just something about her...it drives one to distraction...Bond is in the same boat...caught between propriety and desire.
Of the two of them Bond has it worse...Mallory can see the sweat on his brow from across the table.
William notices the tension at the table when he returns and makes a joke to ease whatever has gone on.
The dinner comes to a close and they say their goodbyes as two cars come to take them home.
M does not speak or even look at Bond.
Bond stares at the side of her face the entire drive, willing her to turn to look at him. Bond screwed this up and now she hates him. She is so beautiful tonight that it physically hurts him being this close to her.
Christ...Bond wants to touch her, hold her...M will never allow him to now. Bond has to find a way to fix this or he will go mad.
How can Bond make her love him?
If he follows M into her flat and pushes her up against the door and kisses her soundly...could she resist him...would she submit?
Bond needs her permission...needs M's acceptance not her malice and that is all she is willing to give him now.
The sick and twisted part is that M's malice turns him on so badly that it will take another three women tonight to quench his desire.
Last night...M responded to him...he can't get the image out of his mind and never will.
At first M said she would think about it. Now all she is thinking about is how to punish him...
They exit the car and he moves to follow her to the door. M looks back at him with a look so full of anger and disappointment that he hold his hands up in surrender, as he backs away.
"Monday morning, my office 09:00, if you are one minute late you're fired."
M turns and enters her flat slamming the door and locking it.
Bond stands there staring at the door. He turns and heads towards a bar for a stiff drink or five.
Bond needs booze and strange women to try to forget how M looked in that blue dress.