Christmas Curves Page 5

  “It is when you lie to everyone in the department.”

  “I am not lying, Charles and I are dating. If you don’t want to believe me then that's up to you.”

  “Prove it.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Prove he’s your boyfriend.”

  “And how exactly am I expected to do that?”

  “I don’t know. Call him. Or ask him to meet you.”

  “He’s a very busy man.”

  “But if you mean that much to him he would do this for you surely?”

  Anita did not know. One weekend was not really long enough for her to feel comfortable at calling him when he was most likely working. Looking at Rochelle, she knew this was not something she was going to let go. If this was not ended now then it never would be.

  “My phone is in my desk.”

  Anita then stalked out of the room, her head held high, but inside she felt sick with nerves. This could finish everything. If she disturbed Charles and made him angry, he might think twice about dating her. Yet if she did not call him, Rochelle would have won. Trying not to let Rochelle see her hands shaking she pulled her phone out and found his number, reluctantly pressing the call button.

  His now familiar voice answered, “Hi, honey. Everything OK?”

  She was taken aback, but at once felt at ease, of course, her number would tell him who was calling, and he sounded happy to hear from her. “Hello, Charles. I’m sorry to bother you but I’m having a bit of a problem at work.” She raised her eyes to look at Rochelle, who visibly paled.

  On the other end of the phone, Charles chuckled. “What do you need me to do?”

  “I don’t know, any ideas?”

  “I might have. Look I’m in your building now; I’ve just finished a meeting with Graham Randall.”

  “Oh, I didn’t know you knew him.”

  “Yes, that's why I was there the other night. I had only gone into that office to make a private phone call after meeting him. I’ll come your way. Will that do?”

  “Yes, perfectly. I’ll see you soon.” She smiled at the worried look on Rochelle's face, and ended the call.

  Putting the phone back in her desk she took her time before speaking to Rochelle, letting the woman stew over what had been said. It also gave Anita a moment to decide how to phrase it.

  “He'll be along in a moment, he was meeting Mr Randall.”

  “Mr Randall? Our boss Mr Randall?” Samantha who had been standing silently behind Rochelle sounded shocked, and instantly abandoned her friend.

  Rochelle stood looking awkward, and Anita felt sorry for her, but if this was going to end now it had to be done. Hopefully, no matter what happened between Anita and Charles, Rochelle would learn her lesson and leave her alone.

  “Are you going to wait there, or shall I let you know when he comes?” asked Anita after five minutes had passed.

  She hoped Charles would not be too much longer, she had work to do and it was getting a bit awkward with Rochelle hovering by her desk. Other people were looking at them, and Anita was sure word had gone around the office about what was going on.

  As the minutes ticked by, Rochelle's expression changed and became a little smugger. “Are you sure you spoke to him on the phone?”

  Anita felt her anger rising, was there no convincing this woman? “Yes, he should be here soon.”

  Rochelle's voice rose slightly so more people could hear. “I was wondering if you were making that up too.”

  Exasperated Anita replied, “No. Not at all. I don’t know what floor he was on. He'll be here.”

  Rochelle made a point of looking at her watch, and then at Anita, who failed to be intimidated by this foul woman.

  Then she looked up and he was there, striding towards her, turning heads with his good looks and air of authority. She smiled at him, forgetting all about Rochelle standing watching. Her whole world was consumed by him, her heart beating rapidly and her face flushing with happiness.

  “Hi, honey,” he said, leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the cheek. He turned to Rochelle, and said, “Hello again.”

  “Hello,” Rochelle managed to say, the look on her face telling everyone she had been well and truly beaten. “Nice to see you again. I must get back to work.”

  Anita watched with some satisfaction as she scuttled off back to her desk. If she were a dog, she would have her tail well and truly between her legs.

  “Thank you,” Anita said to Charles.

  He smiled, “No problem. I don’t mind coming to see you at all. In fact if there weren’t so many people about I’d drag you off to an empty office and do such naughty things to you...” He let the words hang, enjoying the way she blushed.

  “You are so bad,” she said, trying to regain her professional composure.

  “Oh, I want to be.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her ear making her want him to make love to her right now. “I will pick you up after work to take you home, and show you how bad.”

  Anita cleared her throat, struggling to keep control of herself. “I look forward to that.”

  He laughed, and got up from where he had leaned against her desk. “I will see you at five then.”

  With that he left, leaving Anita to try to concentrate on her work, not easy when all she could do was watch each agonisingly slow minute tick by.

  ***

  He sauntered back in at five, Rochelle was putting her coat on, she had kept a very low profile for the rest of the day, and now she turned her back so she did not have to speak, and left as soon as he had walked past.

  “So my visit this morning worked?”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “No problem, anything you need, I’m there for you.”

  It was such an easy phrase for him to say, and yet to Anita it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said. She turned from him and wiped her tears away, feeling stupid.

  “Hey, she wasn’t that nasty to you was she? Say the word and I could get Graham Randall to fire her.”

  “No, no don’t do anything like that. She won't give me any more trouble.”

  “Then what is it?” he asked, pulling her into his arms, totally unaware of all the other people around them watching.

  “It’s nothing.”

  “You wouldn’t be upset if it was nothing,” he said. “Come on, tell me please.”

  “It’s me being silly,” she said, but seeing the concern on his face told him the truth. “No one has ever really been there for me, not unconditionally, and never because they wanted to be. I had foster parents yes, but it’s not the same.”

  He gathered her into his arms, and held her close. “I’m here for you now.”

  She wrapped her arms around him, and they stood for a long time holding each other. Then he bent his head and kissed her, by now the office had emptied, and so she felt less self conscious about kissing him back.

  “I really need to get you home,” he said, breaking the kiss and taking hold of her hand.

  They ran to the car like a couple of love struck teenagers, and within minutes, they were taking the short drive back to her apartment. His hand resting on her knee, and then going further up to stroke her thigh. She eased her thighs apart, and sighed happily when his fingers stroked her clit, pressing firmly against her panties.

  Reluctantly he had to use both hands to guide the car into a parking space, Anita could tell by the bulge in his pants how aroused he was, and she could not wait to get inside and undress him. So keen in fact that her hand was already in her purse trying to find her keys before they were even half way to her apartment.

  He stood impatiently while she unlocked the door, and if her need was not quite so great she might have enjoyed fumbling with them just to experience his desire for her consuming him. However, her need was just as great, and so she unlocked the door with trembling fingers and as soon as they were inside and the door shut behind them they fell to removing each other's clothing as quickly as possi
ble.

  They did not even get as far as the bedroom; Charles lifted her right leg, and then slowly pressed his thumb inside her. He then slid it, slick with her juices over her clit, and she was glad of the wall pressed against her back. His mouth claimed hers and kissed her while he worked his thumb deep inside her before stimulating her clit over and over again.

  Anita had never been so wet, his thumb pushing in at such an angle that it brushed against the walls of her sex over and over again. She thought she would come right then, but not wanting him to feel left out she rubbed her hand along the length of his cock, feeling it harden in her hand.

  “I think you'll need one of these,” he said giving her the condom.

  She unwrapped it and having watched him fit one rolled it down over his thick erect cock. As she did she grasped him tightly, and he grew harder. With a groan, he lifted her other leg and she guided him into her slick wet sex, feeling him slide against her tight walls, filling her completely.

  He withdrew almost entirely, only the head of his cock was inside her before he rammed into her hard. This was the first time he hadn't taken her slowly, and it turned her on incredibly knowing he wanted her this much. Pulling out again he penetrated her completely in one smooth action, her back supported by the wall.

  His mouth claimed her breasts, sucking her nipple hard and rolling his tongue over it. She felt herself coming, all the time he thrust into her hard, stretching her tightness until her sex throbbed. When she came she unconsciously dug her fingers into him, the feelings were so intense.

  Her whole body seemed to throb and pulse around him; she cried out, nipping his neck to try to keep her voice down, anyone passing outside her apartment would hear her. Charles thrust into her quick and hard, jerking up into her until he came, his warm seed filling the condom.

  They were both left breathless; Anita ached inside form his hard thrusts, an ache that reminded her how much he wanted her. It was at moments like this when all her doubts over him left her, surely he wouldn’t make love to her so intensely unless he needed her as much as she needed him.

  “I should go and shower,” she said as he lowered her to the floor, still kissing and stroking her breasts.

  “That is a good idea,” he said.

  “You want to shower with me?”

  “Why not, I could soap your back, and other places.”

  “You are insatiable you know.”

  “Only where you’re concerned,” he said, and she believed him.

  They went to her small bathroom and she turned the warm water on, and they squeezed into the small cubicle. He grabbed the soap, and made a nice rich lather, which he rubbed over her generous breasts, paying particular attention to her taut nipples.

  Trying to keep her senses intact, she took the soap from him and rubbed his chest, wanting to see if he had the same reaction as she did when he touched her. She was pleased to hear him groan when she tweaked his nipples, and then could not resist rinsing them off before using her tongue to flick over them. He obviously liked that, and his cock was soon rigid, sticking up nice and erect between them.

  While she licked and sucked his nipples, she lathered the soap into nice thick suds and stroked his cock with her well lubricated hands. They slid up and down him, and he thrust forward into her palm as she stroked him. Running her hand upwards she covered the head of his cock with her hand, and felt his precome as it appeared only to be washed away by the water.

  Leaving one hand to massage her breasts, he slid the other down and inserted a finger inside her sex, pushing nice and deep. Then another and another until she was as stretched as if his cock filled her. Taking their time they brought each other to a shuddering climax, the warm water heightening their senses, and making their bodies tingle.

  Afterwards they went out and dried each other, taking their time to kiss and caress the other. Anita felt no self consciousness at all; she was comfortable in her body for the first time. He wanted her for who she was, and that feeling of contentment lasted for all of five minutes.

  They were nearly dry, and she was so relaxed, that she was only partly listening to him, but then he said, “I’ve told my parents about you.”

  She jolted out of her daze. “Already?”

  “I couldn’t see any point in not. You know how serious I am about you, Anita. Don’t you?” He looked unsure for a moment. “And I thought you were serious about me.”

  “I am. It’s only; I’ve never had a boyfriend, so the whole parents thing is new to me.”

  “Well you had better get used to the idea. They want you to spend Christmas with us.”

  Chapter Six

  “Can you help me with the zip?” Anita asked, partly because she couldn’t reach, and partly because she wanted to feel his hands on the bare skin of her back.

  “There,” Charles said, planting a kiss on the smooth skin that showed above the back of her dress, sending a thrill down her spine.

  “Do you think they'll like me?” she asked for the hundredth time.

  “They will love you. Just as I do.”

  Anita always got a kick out of him telling her that he loved her; it was such a novel experience. The first time she had thought he was joking, it was straight after sex and she figured he was caught in the moment. Now he told her every day, without fail, yet she struggled to say the words back, they felt so odd when they formed in her mouth.

  “I wish I’d had chance to meet them before today, that's all. It seems so imposing to go and spend Christmas with your parents when I’ve never even met them.

  “It'll be fine, and don’t worry, they are just glad I have someone special in my life.”

  He kissed her again and she turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close, taking strength from his solidness. She couldn’t work out how she had lived before him, her life had been so empty, and only now did she realise this. However if his parents didn’t like her then it might be over, and she didn’t know if she was strong enough to deal with that.

  Most women wouldn’t feel so much pressure, but Anita had never spent time with a close knit family, especially not at Christmas. From what Charles had said his sisters would be there too, she would be the only stranger amongst them. All she had to hold onto was that Charles loved her, and she would use that as a mantra to get through the day.

  Charles was gathering up the gifts he had bought, and she went to help him carry them out. He had insisted that they should be from both of them, saving her the worry and expense of buying gifts for people she didn’t know. At first she had rejected the idea, but eventually they had compromised and she had gone shopping with him to give her opinion on his choices.

  She had, however, played her part by wrapping the gifts, something Charles was terrible at. Smiling she remembered the clump of tape that he had produced when trying to seal his sister's gift, it was nice to find something he didn’t excel at, it made him more human, more normal.

  “Ready?” he asked when everything was securely placed in his car for the thirty minute drive to his parents’ house.

  “As I’m ever going to be.” Running and hiding still seemed like a great idea to Anita.

  “It'll be over before you know it, and then we can come back and I’ll give you my gift.”

  They had agreed to trade gifts later that evening, Anita didn’t know why, but she guessed it involved sexy lingerie that he didn’t want to embarrass her with in front of his family. Well, she was grateful for that, and she also worried her present for Charles would look insignificant next to the expensive gifts the family would no doubt trade. She had been shocked at how much Charles had spent on them, and it opened her eyes up to another world, one she had only glimpsed so far.

  Today, having Christmas lunch at their family home would no doubt shock her even more.

  ***

  “Here we are,” he said as they pulled up in front of a fairly modest house, standing in a beautiful parkland setting. “Not as grand as you thou
ght?”

  “No, I expected a huge mansion with butlers and everything.”

  He laughed. “My parents moved here when things first started going well for them. They've extended it, but my mom refused to move, she likes the family feel of the place, and it does mean we don’t need a butler.”

  Feeling a little relieved, she waited for him to come around and open the car door for her. Getting out she smoothed her dress, and trying not to let her hands tremble, picked up her purse before holding his warm hand and allowing him to lead her up to the front door.

  He didn’t knock, instead letting himself in and calling out “Hello!”

  “We're in here,” a voice answered, from the room nearest to them.

  Anita admired the big Christmas wreath hanging on the door, but it did nothing to prepare her for the inside of the house. It was so tastefully decorated, with a Christmas tree in the large hallway. Anita stood admiring the twinkling lights and breathing in the fresh smell of pine while Charles took her coat.

  Before they had finished removing their coats a woman, who she instantly guessed was Charles’s Mom, came out of one of the doorways, hands held out in welcome. The resemblance to Charles was obvious, dark hair, and an incredible openness that made Anita feel at home straight away.

  Anita didn’t know what she had expected, but this woman reminded her of a farmer's wife, not the stick thin, dyed blonde she had expected her to be. The Whitmore’s were certainly not your average rich family, Anita relaxed and smiled warmly.

  “Hello, you must be Anita. Charles has told us so much about you.” For a moment they didn’t know how to greet each other, and then Mrs Whitmore took the initiative and pulled Anita into her arms in a warm hug.

  “It’s so nice to meet you Mrs Whitmore.”

  “Oh my. You make me sound like my mother in law, who I have aspired all my life not to be.” She winked at Charles, who grinned. “Call me Amy.”

  “Amy, nice to meet you.”

  “Come on. Let’s go in.” She linked arms with Anita and they went to join the other members of the family.