“Yes thank you”
He leant his head to the side looking at me curiously. His gaze made me feel uneasy, it made me feel wanted. No I must be crazy, I work in the workshop, he is, well the one and only Henry Webber.
I am sure he looked at me with an enticing eye, I couldn’t help but wonder; wonder if he felt the spark just as I had this morning.
“What are you doing for lunch today Evie?”
“Oh um, I hadn’t quite thought about it yet.”
“Well as you have no plans, would you care to join me?”
This was surreal, surely I was dreaming again, no I must not read into this, he must be being polite, hospitable. I replied trying to not sound so eager, even though I wanted to scream yes at the top of my lungs.
“That would be lovely, thank you”.
“Perfect, 1pm suit you?” — I nodded.
“I should really get back to work now Mr. Webber”.
“Please, call me Henry”,
“I best get back to my work now, Henry. It is my first day as you know”.
“You do know I am your boss?” I wasn’t too pleased with his direct observation. Yes he was, but that seemed to somehow confirm how below him I was.
“So I will determine if you need to go back to work or not” he carried on.
“Of course, I just, just didn’t want Dave to feel I was not doing my job.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” What? Curveball. Where the hell was he going with this?
“No, I don’t”. I smiled nervously.
“So you’re not fucking anyone then?” Did I hear him correctly? What an obnoxious ass. Why the hell was it any of his business? Well two can play at this game.
“I never said that”. His eyes widened. Blackening. This was exhilarating.
“So you are or you aren’t?” He edged towards me, stressing each word slowly yet forcefully.
“I may be”.
“Oh Evie. Don’t play games with me. I may just have to bend you over and fuck the truth from you”.
He was completely condescending, arrogant, yet blissfully intense. I should stand and walk away from this. The mass of danger wrapped inside of this beautiful man. But the penetrating gaze of his eyes drew me into the wanting and indecent desire I felt for Henry. Something about him captured me. My body and mind had never felt more liberated. His eyes were alight with passion. Irrational lust devoured my body. There was something gloriously erotic about his proposition, yet bitterly dangerous. I don’t know what came over me but my mouth started utter words that my mind had yet to comprehend their implications.
“Mr. Webber. I think perhaps you should sit down and calmly consider your sexual frustrations. If the idea of another man pushing my legs apart and slipping inside of my hot wet slit frustrates you then perhaps a more gentlemanly approach would have been required as opposed to your very adolescent proposition of bending me over and fucking me.” I said the words as confidently and seductively as I could.
He cowered over me. I stood to meet his gaze, not letting his gaze deter me. His face gaped in astonishment. I swear I heard him gasp.
“Good day Mr. Webber”. I smiled innocently and walked out of his office. Ha that will teach him.
Three years later and was I really contemplating putting an end to our relationship because of my messed up issues.
I wasn’t so sure anymore.
Chapter 2
Once Lucy had left I glanced down at my diamond set Omega. Shit, I cursed out loud. Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to be so late. I grabbed my black linen blazer in the hope it would smarted up my t-shirt and jeans. I used my fingers to manipulate the stray hairs into a pulled back pony tail. Slipping my feet into my favourite pair or black Manolo’s. They were sexy and sleek yet elegant. I took a one last glance in the mirror and it surprised me, I wasn’t sure who I saw in my own reflection. I walked out of Henry’s, correction — our, home I put the thoughts of my personal life away for the day. Although I had a nagging feeling this was not going to be the case as I did of course have to sit through a brunch with Vivienne. Urgh.
I walked into The Starlight and glanced around. The size and stature of this building had suddenly made me exceptionally nervous. My fingers began to entwine and fidget. My palms became clammy and it instantly felt rather warm in here. It was the most prestigious restaurant in Mayfair. I wasn’t used to the facade of wealth. People with money intimidated me and although I had been in contact with immense wealth for the past three years it had still not become any easier to slip into the lifestyle that Henry belonged to. I was an ordinary girl who grew up in a typical three bed semi on the outskirts of London. All of wealth that came with Henry made me anxious. I straightened out my blazer and held my head high. I will not be intimidated; I will not be intimidated, chanting my mantra repetitively.
I found myself stuttering some sort of apology to the concierge for being late; the petite woman glanced over to the small intimate table in front of the tall glass bay window which looked over the lawns to the back of the building. There must have been at least fifty tables, all covered in crisp white linen. Silverware polished to perfection. It put my cutlery to shame. I looked towards her and nodded as I acknowledged that Vivienne was already there.
I didn’t want to be here. It was a matter of obligation. Vivienne was the epitome of wealth and stature. She didn’t like me and had no qualms about making me damn well aware of this, belittling me at every given opportunity. Family events were like the pit of a hell hole for me. Choice vocabulary which would even put the dictionary to shame was the accustomed language at all of her events. I looked like an obviously foolish fish out of water barely registering any topic of conversation, let alone being able to converse in one. I only usually met Vivienne alone at her request. It tended to be when she wanted to inform me of something or complain about my behaviour. I would rather chew all of my nails off than be sat here with her, but Henry was our mutual respect, so this was all part of being with Henry, accepting his battleaxe, spinster mother.
“Hello Vivienne”, I smiled politely at her.
Her un-naturally bleached blonde hair had been curved around her overtly tanned face. Small golden glasses framed her green eyes, the only naturally beautiful feature left on her fabricated face. Vivienne was now quite literally glaring at me. Oh God what, what have I done.
“Jeans?” She practically screeched at me, like a high pitched banshee. Her eyes were pinched at the corner, scowling. Disapproval radiating from her like a soaring fire.
Holy crap, it’s nothing life altering at the very least. I hadn’t planned to wear to jeans. I had a conservative black shift dress picked out, the perfect attire for lunch with the evil witch Vivienne. Why did I talk to Lucy for so long? So what, what does it matter that I was wearing my sexy ass jeans? I was comfortable and we were having brunch for God’s sake, brunch!
“Sorry Vivienne, I though jeans would be suitable as we were only meeting for brunch.”
“Suitable? Take a look around you Everline, do you see anyone else in jeans?” Her arms launched out from her sides, wavering dramatically at the room of guests that surrounded us. My eyes obediently followed her arms and glanced around the room, taking in the men in formal tailoring and business suits, and women groomed to perfection in pencil skirts.
“Um, No,” I stuttered. God, how did she do this to me? I was strong. Or so I thought. I had always been independent; I had to be. But since being with Henry, I had found it slipping away, each and every day. Managing to lose a little more of myself along the way.
“Sorry Vivienne, it won’t happen again.” She intimidated me more than any other human being in this world. She was glamorous and strong and the protection she felt for Henry, her only child was immense. She had to be involved in every decision and every part of our lives. What was worse was that she practically hated me. I was not what she wanted for her precious son. I was not educated enough, pretty enough or from the right social background for me to even be considered by her. She was still seething that her best friend’s daughter, Antonia had not won Henry’s heart. She was positively the perfect socialite.