When James Met Emma ~ Part 5

Summary: When M order's James to leave her apartment, she devises a plan to help put an end to James' infatuation.

Time passed slowly for M; her bath did nothing to help her relax as her mind was still plagued with the thoughts of James Bond. In the end, she had given up and decided to clean and tidy her apartment, not that there was much to clean, the place was immaculate, but she wanted to keep her mind as busy as possible. She had decided sitting around drinking glass after glass of whiskey was doing her no favours. The first place she started to tidy was the bedroom, changing her current bedding to get rid of any remainder of his scent. She would prefer going to sleep without her mind thinking he was still laying there beside her.

Placing the dirty sheets in the washing hamper, she made a start on the living room, only getting halfway through before giving up. As she sat on the sofa, she realised she was being foolish. The mind games he was playing with her were effective she would give him that. She couldn't recall the last time she had been riled up as much as this, not even when she had been married to David or going through her divorce. Yet, here she was letting one recruit get to her. Even if he did appear to be harbouring stalker tendencies, which in effect was worrying.

Sitting on the sofa, she needed to think of a way to keep the man's attention distracted from her. If what he told her was true, then his behaviour would only escalate over the time they would be working together. Turning on the TV, she flicked through the channels, stopping on a romantic movie causing her to inwardly groan, she was about to continue flicking when an idea struck her.

It could work, after all, he did think he was God's gift to women. She would run it by Tanner tomorrow morning before the recruits started their training. It would be interesting to see how they cope with an unknown distraction while trying to focus on their actual training. But it may also be the distraction Bond needed to get over the ridiculous notion of not being able to get over her. She was being chased by a thirty- six-year-old man who could pass as her son. She wondered what she had done that warranted this sort of hassle in her life. Other than sleep with him, which wasn't one of her better judgements in life. Even though she had to admit the sex was great and deeply satisfying.

She looked back at the movie and tried not to roll her eyes as the couple started to kiss on screen. Turning off the TV, she tossed the remote on the table in front of her. If only life were a movie, it would solve all her problems. Unfortunately, she had to be realistic and live in the real world, even if that did mean putting up with Bond's attempts of trying to charm her back into bed with him. He may have been sincere in his apology, but that didn't mean she wouldn't remain cautious whenever he was around. She was taking no chances; she didn't want to give him more ammunition to keep pestering her.

M could feel the day starting to take its toll on her; she wasn't cut out for this type of drama at her age. Looking at the clock on the wall, she noticed it read 18:05. It was still early, yet she felt like she could just sleep. Then there was the fact that she still had to make dinner, the mere thought of food caused her to feel nauseous.

Standing up, she walked towards the kitchen and decided on making a cup of tea instead, then perhaps spending the rest of the night reading a book in bed. It had been a while since she had time to read anything other than government files. Switching on the kettle, she left it to boil, while she went hunting for a book.

As she took in the titles in her bookcase, she skimmed each of their spines before finally pulling out The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde. She recalled buying it, after she lost her original copy, but never had a chance to open it thanks to her job.

Keeping the book in hand, she went back to the kitchen and prepared her tea before heading into the bedroom. Placing the book and cup if tea on the bedside cabinet, she turned on the lamp then quickly changed from her casual clothes into her red satin Pyjamas.

She had to admit it was strange getting ready for bed at this time considering if it were a normal day she would be still at the office. Heading into her en-suite bathroom, she quickly did her nightly routine of removing her makeup, cleansing and brushing her teeth, before finally settling under the covers as she started to sip her tea and read her book.

Getting no more than a quarter of a way through it, she felt her eyes beginning to close. Finally giving up, she marked the page and placed it next to the now empty cup and switched off the light, hoping sleep would finally quieten her mind.

/*\*/*\

M heard the soft waves of the ocean and a gentle breeze pass over her as she walked to the open patio door; the white curtains lightly blowing inwards. She took a few steps onto the wooden porch and looked out towards the beach, seeing the sun setting casting the water in a red and orange hue. Closing her eyes, she felt at peace getting lost in the gentle sounds. Her eyes snapped open when she felt the pair arms wrap themselves around her waist, and a soft trail of kisses being placed down her neck and across her shoulders causing her to give a small gasp in surprise and also pleasure causing her eyes to flutter close.

"Are you sure you don't want me, Emma?"

The familiar masculine voice caused a shiver to go through her, as one of his warm hands travelled up her chest and cupped her right breast, as he gently started to massage it through the light material of the white dress she was wearing. The intimacy of his action caused her to arch into his touch desperately wanting more.

"Tell me no and I'm gone." He kept his voice close to her ear, gently nibbling her earlobe causing ribbons of pleasure to shoot through her body.

"How can I trust you?" Her voice didn't sound like her own.

"You can always trust me, say yes and I'm yours," he promised her.

She opened her eyes and turned to face him, gazing into those blue eyes that managed to hypnotise her, since the first night she met him.

"Yes, I want you, James."

She waited with baited breath as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, causing her arms to wrap themselves around his neck, as she returned his kiss just as passionately.

/*\*/*\

M's eyes snapped opened, feeling her breathing heavy as her heart thumped erratically against her chest. She was still in her room, in her bed. The dream had felt so real; from the heat of his lips on her neck and his gentle touch on her breast.

Leaning up on her arm, she switched on the bedside lamp, before sinking back down into her pillow. She thought after he left her apartment yesterday afternoon that would be the end of it, but it seemed he had turned to visiting her dreams instead. She prayed it was just a one off due to recent events.

She tried to recall the words he had said to her, could she really put all her trust in him? If he was going to be working under her, then she would have to trust his judgement on professional matters, but this dream was more personal than business.

Rolling onto her left side, she looked towards the bedroom doorway, expecting to see him standing there, but there was just an empty space filled with darkness. She felt relief, but also disappointment. It was what she had wanted, for him to leave her alone, yet part of her wanted him with her. She was an emotional mess and it was all thanks to James Bond.

Putting the dream at the back of her mind, she looked up at the clock seeing the numbers read 01:30 am. She had to be up in four and half hours, yet she didn't want to sleep in case she was overcome with another dream visit from Bond. She hoped the plan she devised would have its desired effect before she started to question her sanity.

Reaching up, she switched off the lamp and tried to get back to sleep, hoping her upcoming plan would finally bring back the normality she so desperately wanted.