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  “What can I do for you Mr Proctor? Is there a reason why you’re disrupting my day?”

  “Now don’t be like that, Serena. I was just passing.”

  “Passing? Your office is on the other side of town, I doubt you were just passing.”

  “You were on my mind, I thought I’d pop in. I’m sure you were missing me.”

  “Why do you bloody men think it’s okay to barge into my life and think you can take over?”

  I love her feisty attitude, but I think there may be more to that statement that she’s letting on. She stares at me with hard eyes.

  “Dylan I’m busy, so unless you came here for a reason - I really do need to get on…”

  “All work and no play Serena makes life very dull.” With a grin on my face my eyebrows bounce up and down. “What are you doing tonight?”

  “I have a date…” She fires back.

  My foot drops from legs as I sit up…

  “A date?”

  Now she has my attention...

  “Yep, is that a problem?”

  I lift my hand to my stubbly chin, rubbing the tips back and forth slowly, while I stare back at her trying to gather whether she’s joking. For some reason my mood has gone from flirty to wanting to beat someone because of one little sentence. The thought of seeing Serena with someone other than me, makes me want to fucking hurt someone.

  Her green eyes zone in on my fingers, “Yep, I have a date with a bottle of wine, a soothing bubble bath and a chick flick.”

  She must have sensed my mood change, but with that little confession, I blow out a sigh of relief and resume my flirting

  I walk around to the other side of the desk, needing to regain some control of the situation. Leaning my backside on the edge of the it… I fold my arms across my chest.

  “You know I could make that date so much more fun.” I stroke the back of my finger along the softness of her cheek. Removing my hand, she stands and steps back from me.

  “I need you to leave Dylan. I have work to do.”

  “I’m sure the boss can give you the night off…”

  “You’re not my boss though.”

  Yet… I think to myself but I don’t say it.

  “You know there’s some people who think I’m not good enough to do this pitch.”

  “And... who are we talking about?”

  “It doesn’t matter. I am going to do this.”

  “Okay, but I’d just like you to know that I’m not one of those people, which was one of the reasons why I chose you.”

  Pushing away from the desk I stand up straight, “Right then,” I rub my hands together, “I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything at all please give me a call.” I turn back to take one last look as I reach the door, “I’ll see you Monday Serena. Bright and early.” I look back at her. She looks confused as to why I’ve abided by her wishes.

  Thanking Hayley, I leave the office and turn into the corridor bumping into Jack.

  “Dylan, what are you doing here? Do we have a meeting?”

  “No. I was just popping in to see Ms Davenport, but have you got a minute?”

  I look back over my shoulder to make sure Serena isn't around first, as Jack holds open the door for me.

  “Always for you Dylan, come into the office. I thank him politely and head inside taking a seat at his desk.

  “How are you Dylan?”

  “What do you know about Steve O’Malley?”

  Not one to beat around the bush I jump straight in, I can’t be doing with small talk.

  Jack frowns considering my question…

  “Well apart from the fact he’s a jumped-up little prick who got his name in advertising from his father, who was much better by the way - not a lot really.”

  “I have to agree; his father was ruthless. I’ve never worked with O’Malley junior though.”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “He’s Serena’s competition for the pitch.”

  Jack’s mouth drops as he leans forward across his desk.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “No. I don’t joke in business Jack, you know that.”

  “Okay,” he sighs, “One thing you should probably know is that O’Malley is Serena’s ex-husband.”

  “I know.”

  The frown that’s lining his forehead that I’d know something so seemingly trivial is evident on his face.

  “And yet, you still want them in competition?

  “If it means anything, I didn’t know before yesterday.”

  “Dylan, I think a lot of Serena, she’s a good businesswoman. Like I said, she’s my best, she worked her way from the bottom rung and I don’t want her set up for a fall.”

  “You have my word Jack, she won’t.”

  “If O’Malley can’t beat her fair and square, he’ll go to other levels, believe me.”

  “Yeah…” I ponder, “He seems that type. Okay, thanks Jack. I’ll let you know the outcome.”

  “Anytime Dylan.”

  I leave his office with another dilemma. I need to find a way of covering my ass when I give the contract to Serena. Otherwise O’Malley will have a field day and take us all down with him.

  Chapter Twenty

  Serena

  I've said it before and I’ll say it again; who the hell does Dylan Proctor think he is?

  After skiving the day on Tuesday and giving Steve a swift kick to the bollocks. I realised I was done with men trying to walk all over me, just because I'm one tiny woman; I'll show them. Pulling up my big girl knickers, I had fire in my belly and a determination like no other. I was going to show them I wasn't to be messed with.

  Coming back into the office had been somewhat of a risk, but I had to do it. I knew if Dylan really wanted to find me, he would, so there was no point in hiding. I was just being silly.

  I’ve spent the last two days doing nothing but putting everything I have into this pitch. I’ve survived on very little sleep, even less food and a bucket load of coffee. Bonnie has text me a few times, but I’ve just ignored her; shitty of me I know. It’s the only way I can stay in my zone. No distractions. I’ll make it up to her with some wine and Chinese food. It always works like a charm; I swear to god one day she will start to look like a Chinese person, she eats that much of the stuff.

  It’s now Friday and I’m almost done; I think.

  I’m pouring over my mood boards in my office, when a light rap sounds on my door, “Come in.” I tell whoever it is, not bothering to even look up.

  “Good morning Ms Davenport, would you mind if I sit?

  His smooth voice washes over me instantly and I can’t help but look up at him. Once again, I’m appreciating the sight of Dylan Proctor in a suit. The material of his trousers clings to his thighs like a second skin. Outlining some serious muscles and if I’m not mistaken, I can even see the outline of his impressive dick.

  Getting my wits about me, finally, I decide to have some fun with him, when he asks me what I’m doing tonight. The minute I told him I have a date, all I wanted to do was laugh.

  The look on his face is priceless. He actually looks like he could hurt someone. When he starts reeling off questions about who it is, I’m seeing, I choose to put him out of his misery and tell him the truth.

  I’m exhausted, I can’t be arsed with getting all dressed up to go out. If truth be told I’ve got enough man drama in my life right now, I don’t need to adding more to it. No. A night in with a bottle of wine and a hot bath sounds like heaven to me, it’s just what I need. Hopefully I can soak all my troubles away. Sensing he’s not going to get anywhere with me, even if I do want to jump him right now. He leaves me be and strides out of my office like he’s the king of the fucking world.

  Cocky twat.

  It’s only when Hayley pops her head around my door, I realise it’s dark outside. I’ve let time slip away from me. I’ve been that engrossed in making sure that everything
is perfect for Monday.

  “I’m going home now, is there anything else you need before I go?” The hopeful expression on her face tells me she’s praying I say no. Lucky for her I no longer need her today.

  “No, you’re okay. Thank you though.”

  “Great, I’ll see you Monday. Have a good weekend.” She chirps as she walks away.

  Deciding that I’ve done enough for today and that I’ll go over everything over the weekend. I stand from my chair that officially has my arse print on it from where I haven’t moved all day and stretch, letting out a loud groan at the same time.

  Bloody hell, that felt good.

  After finally leaving work, I stop off at the shop on my way home and pick up two bottles of wine.

  Don’t judge me, it’s been a long week.

  As soon as I’ve opened my front door, I dump my stuff in the entryway and head straight for the bathroom. This bath has been calling out to me all day and I’m going to enjoy it. Here I have no Dylan and no Steve. It’s my sanctuary. It’s a no man zone. Pouring in almost a full bottle of Radox muscle soak, I go back to where I left my bags and retrieve my wine. Once the important task of filling my wine glass to the rim is done, I place it on the bath ledge, before stripping out my work clothes. I love my job, but Jesus Christ it doesn’t half take it out of a woman sometimes. Add in the shit I’ve had thrown at me this week and I’m surprised I’m not hitting the vodka, let alone the wine.

  Climbing into the bath, I lie back with my wine glass in hand and give out a sigh.

  I’m in heaven.

  I’m finally relaxing and enjoying my wine when my phone chirps with a text. Grabbing it from the sink where I left it, I open up the message and read.

  I hope you’re enjoying your bath and wine. Just so you know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to see you all slippery and wet.

  D x

  I want to be so angry at him for his innuendo. Yet at the same time, images of him and me being slippery and wet together, start to flood my mind. Before I know what, I’m doing. I put my wine glass back down on the ledge and my hand has slipped under the water, where my fingers come in contact with my clit and start rubbing in slow circles.

  Dylan touching me with his hands. Rubbing all over my skin making sure I’m clean, before he drops to his knees and places his mouth right where I need him too…. His tongue is darting in and out, making me moan and writhe with pleasure.

  Just as I’m almost at the peak with my dirty thoughts and self-help, there’s a knock on my door.

  Perfect timing… not.

  Like I did when Steve showed up, I ignore it. No-one is disturbing my peace and quiet. Even though I’m disturbed by what I was just doing. The knocking comes again, I presume it’s the old lady from next door needing me for something again. Pulling myself up out of the bath, I look at the water longingly. I’ll be back, I whisper to it as if it can answer me. Wrapping a my big pink fluffy towel around me, I go to see who it is that’s messing with my me time.

  Opening the door, a little, I place my head in the gap. There standing as if he’s just walked off a bloody catwalk, is Dylan.

  Shit.

  Without thinking and in utter shock that he’s found me, I let go of the door and my towel, giving him a show of everything I have.

  Someone kill me now.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Dylan

  It’s Friday night and it’s past eight o’clock. My day has dragged by. There’s been way too much on my mind to concentrate - or is that because there’s only one person on my mind. That would be the feisty Serena. I’ve had an hard-on since I’ve left her office today, which put me in a right tensed up mood. I could do with going out and getting totally bollocksed, but there’s no-one around to go out with. It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in on a Friday night.

  After my conversation with Jack today about Steve O’Malley. I went straight back to the office and asked if Sandy had found out anything for me. There was nothing extra I didn’t know that wasn’t already public knowledge. I did find out that every big account he managed to obtain, was down to his father. If Steve didn’t get it on his own merit, his father would threaten to take them down. Steve O’Malley is an only child and a spoilt one at that. I’m going to enjoy this game. Telling him he’s not got the contract is going to make my year. There’s been rumours all through the business and somehow his name always pops up somewhere, like he’s hit the big time. Somehow though, we’ve never seemed to cross paths. If he tries to take me down, it’ll be the biggest mistake he’s ever made. I know I started all this to get into Serena’s knickers, but honestly from seeing her work so far and from what Jack has told me, I genuinely think she is the better person for the job. Throw in the fact that he spoke to her worse than you’d speak to a dog, I have every intention of burying him.

  Feeling like I needed to pick up my game a little. I rang Jack to ask for her details. He was a little apprehensive at first, but when I said it was for the pitch, he seemed a little easier with giving out the information.

  I find her number in my phone and text her… Yes, she’s probably going to give me shit. I wait ten minutes and yet again, I get nothing back from her.

  Fuck it.

  I grab my car keys and wallet and jump into my car. I stop at the off licence first and grab a bottle of wine, just in case and find the address I need in my phone. Putting the postcode into the Sat Nav I make my way over there.

  Looking out the window as I pull up at the address I have, I look at the small two bedroomed semi and grin. This seems just like Serena. After a couple of meetings with her, I can tell she’s the homely kind. If my judgement is right, I bet there’s a log burning fire. I can imagine her sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and a blanket wrapped around her at night. My dirty thoughts do nothing for my state of arousal right now.

  I step from my car, locking it behind me and walk up to the white PVC door, banging the door knocker and wait. I know she’s going to freak when she sees me standing on her doorstep, but at this moment in time I honestly don’t care. I think I’ve been quite patient, but no more.

  Just as I’m beginning to get antsy, the door opens just enough for me to see the red hair. Her pretty face comes into view through the small crack in the door. My hungry gaze travels down to see she’s just in a towel. It’s not until they make the journey back up to the top again, I notice she’s dripping wet. I’m desperate to get in there, as her porcelain chest and shoulders glimmer from the water. She takes a few steps back away from the door and I push it further open. My jaw dropping at the sight of her curves along with her towel, as it hits the floor.

  She doesn’t say anything, just smirks. She thinks she’s won this round - well I’m about to even up the scores.

  I don’t waste any more time than I already have. I pick my jaw up from the floor and saunter towards the little minx. Putting the wine down on the table as I pass. Taking her face in my hands, I capture her mouth with my lips. Kissing her roughly, passionately. Serena takes everything I have to offer and gives it right back to me. I kick the door shut and take her sexy body in my hands.

  “Serena Davenport, you fucking little tease.”

  “I never said I wasn’t…” She gasps and captures her lip between her teeth.

  “Get up those stairs.”

  Giggling, she turns around running to the top. Taking my time, I reach the top and lift her into my arms.

  “Bedroom or bathroom your call.” I leave the decision to her and hope she says the bedroom,”

  “Bedroom.” She gasps directing me. I smile as I throw her on the bed.

  “Dylan, as sexy as you are in clothes, you need to get them off now,” she demands.

  “Anxious, are we?”

  “Very.” She answers with a gasp.

  I slowly begin to undo my jeans taking a condom from my pocket first. As I decide I’m going to slow, Serena takes over, shifting to the end of
the bed and pulls the buttons on my jeans apart exposing my dick.

  “No underwear.”

  “It gets in the way.”

  She pulls my jeans down my thighs, then pulls up my polo shirt, hurriedly taking it over my head. I kick off my shoes along with my jeans. Serena sits back on the bed and I follow her crawling over her. Taking her lips, then moving down her gorgeous body. My lips suckling and tasting until I reach her breasts and draw a nipple into my mouth, nipping with my teeth and circling my tongue.

  “Serena,” I pant. “If I fuck you there’s no going weird on me this time. You’re mine, do you get me?”

  “Yes,” She whimpers, “Just fuck me Dylan.”

  I don’t waste any more time. My lips travel down her body, kissing and softly sucking until I reach her clit. Sucking it hard between my lips, making her groan in the back of her throat. While her hands find my head and threads her fingers through my hair, gripping it in her fist. As I nip and bite, moving down just an inch spearing my tongue into her pussy hole. Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I turn my attention to her clit. As I work her up, her thighs clamping the sides of my head, as she comes on my tongue.

  Moving back up her body, I push up to her knees, grab the condom. Rolling it on and gripping her hips, I pull her closer to me. In next to no time I’m inside her again. All the hairs on my body stand to attention. The feeling of belonging washes over me. Serena throws her arms over her head, as I grip her hips and driving inside of her. Feeling my own release building higher and higher. I raise her legs up and place her feet on my shoulders Then thrust harder and faster. Rubbing her clit in circles with the flat of my thumb, until she’s shouting out through her orgasm. Her walls yet again clamping down onto my dick as she rides through it, coating me in her release, as we come together.

  Taking her legs from my shoulders, I lay them on the bed and pull out slowly, collapsing to the side of her.