Bianca
There was another surprise for me the next morning.
St Just had spent the night with me and when I came awake, it was to the aroma of bacon and eggs sizzling on the pan.
I peered into the kitchen, wearing my towel as I rushed over after a quick shower. And I was startled to see St Just at the stove, preparing breakfast like he did it every day. I was fresh from the shower and went up to him, winding my arms around his waist and kissing his back.
The fresh smell of his body made me thrill. St Just was only clad in a Pir of track pants and I dimly wondered if he had sent is man to fetch some clothes for himself.
He grinned, throwing me a smouldering look over his shoulder and said softly,
“Morning, sugar.”
I giggled.
” I didn’t know you could cook,” I said, kissing him as he swept me around.
He smiled and kissed me gently.
‘Maggie was a good mother but she also made sure that O’Grady and I learnt basic survival skills. Like cooking basic meals.”
I looked into his golden eyes curiously.
Somehow the image of big, burly Liam O’ Grady with his tattooed chest, with the curling hairs liberally sprinkled on his body, did not seem plausible.
But when St Just nodded at the fridge and said,
‘Start making some cheese toast, sugar,” I skipped across to obey him.
*
After I had washed the plates and kept them away, I had another surprise awaiting me.
“I need to get a cab,” I said anxiously as I locked the front door and stepped into the lift with St Just, who had mysteriously changed into a fresh set of clothes. For myself, I had also put on a sensible pair of white inverted pleats high waist trousers paired with a lime green big collar top. A pair of flats and a cardigan completed my outfit.
He smiled, an enigmatic smile as he looked at me.
“We need to get you more office wear, Pet,” he smiled.
*
As I pulled out my phone and began to check the apps for cabs, he reached out and took the phone away.
“Wait, baby, O’Grady had an idea and we worked on it.”
I looked at him, perplexed. What was he talking about now?
“I’ll be late…” I began to protest but he silenced me by kissing me hard.
We stepped out of the apartment block and I gaped.
Barry, the man who accompanied me around, was leaning against a small car, looking to the entrance to the apartment block expectantly and I understood at once.
My Masters had got me a car!
**
The small red Honda Civic was not new; that much was apparent. But with a small smile playing around his well-defined mouth, St Just handed me the keys and said softly,
“It’s a reliable, small car. Something that you could use without having difficulty to get around, Pet.”
He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and I swallowed hard.
It was a car that would go well with my image of a simple working girl; it was certainly affordable.
And now, I could get around freely.
*
I beamed at St Just and he stared, looking taken aback for a minute.
He laid a hand on my arm and said softly, warningly,
“But we don’t want you zipping around town on your own, Pet.”
And as my face fell, he went on,
“It’s not safe, sugar.”
My shoulders slumped. But then I cheered up.
At least I had a car now!
*
I had learnt to drive when I was younger. But Dad had sold the car we had, a small blue Subaru, when things began to go wrong, when the financial situation became grim.
Now, as I got into the driving seat, St Just leaned in through the window and said,
“Barry will be following you. And he will be waiting when it is time for you to leave.”
And then, as he straightened, he said,” Don’t go anywhere without informing Barry.”
I dimpled and leaned up to kiss him.
*
Then he was striding away and getting into his car, and his driver hurried to shut the door. I watched him drive away.
Then, pumping my fist in the air, I started the car. I was aware of Barry tailing me all the way to the office but I was as high as a kite. I sang loudly to the tunes of the New Rules by Dua Lipa and felt as though my heart would burst!
*
Liam O’Grady looked at his brother as Finn St Just strolled into their offices.
The man looked as dapper as ever, in his Kiton gray suit, his blonde hair and the golden eyes that looked as relaxed as ever.
A hot wave of jealousy grew in O’Grady’s chest. He had tried to get two of the women he knew to pleasure him, a couple of sisters who had pleasured him before; but nothing they did had made him feel better. He had kept thinking of Bianca all the while.
It was not that he was no longer in the mood; it was just all night long, when he was pumping the woman he had taken first, he kept thinking of how Bianca had felt beneath him in the large back seat of his SUV, her eyes on his, her plump lips parted as she whispered his name reputedly. And her luscious curves, the full breasts bouncing…
Finally, giving up, he had stopped abruptly and dismissed the women, who had been bewildered and angry. But wise enough not to react.
It was not that he was not interested in sex; it was just that the only woman he wanted to f*ck was Bianca Gomez.
*
St Just studied his brother as he lazily lowered himself into the large armchair opposite O’Grady.
“You look like hell, man,” he said candidly and O’Grady threw him a ferocious look.
“And you look like you’ve just come after a holiday, lad,” he sneered. St Just stopped and stared at his brother.
“I spent the night at Bianca’s new place after you almost broke her with your callousness, and yeah, I slept with her,” he said in a flat tone, but his face was grim.
Liam O’Grady reached for the tumbler of whiskey he had at his elbow.
St Just’s brows met in a straight line.
“Drinking at 10 am? Ma would have had a fit, bro,” he said slowly, as he studied his brother carefully.
O’Grady rose with a bitter laugh,
‘There are f*ck-all things she would not have been happy with, Saint,” he snarled, rising to his feet and going to stand at his window.
“Like keeping a Pet, sharing her…” he growled in a low voice.
*