Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

Who was that and why did their voice make me feel all weak? I didn’t look over to where the voice came from, I couldn’t. For one I was knocked sideways by the extent of the emotions the voice was producing in me and second I was too focused on staring Mr. Cocky down, mentally slaying him and damning him to eternal hell.

“You know what, stuff your champagne up your ass, I’ll get my own drink. Oh and I hope you wake up with a bad case of crabs in the morning.” I said and flounced off swinging my blonde curls into his face as I went. His friends howled with laughter and I smiled to myself. Take that gorilla guy.

Chapter Four

I looked over to the dancefloor where Chris was cosying up to the hot guy from the corner. He was wearing the vilest most garish Hawaiian shirt I had ever seen. I doubted he was gay with a dress sense like that, but then if he was he’d picked the right fashion consultant in Chris. I took my place at the bar and waited to catch the bar tenders eye to order a large glass of white wine. Just as the barman put my glass down in front of me a long muscly arm reached over my shoulder with a fifty, and a familiar deep sexy American voice said, “I’ll get this.” I froze. I could feel the heat from his body pressed against my back, the hardness that lurked underneath this man’s clothes. I knew he’d be gorgeous he smelt delicious of woody aftershave and male. The kind of aroma that sent a girl weak at the knees and made her giddy and girlie all at the same time. God I loved that smell. I took in a deep breath in an effort to calm my faltering nerves.

“I can get my own drinks thank you very much.” I clipped in false bravado, then with determination to show some degree of confidence I turned around and I swear a gasp left my mouth before my brain could engage. Standing behind me was possibly the most beautiful man I had ever seen smirking down at me with a mouth made for sin. Oh Good Lord that mouth, I wanted to kiss those full lips, taste them, feel them on me. Damn he was so hot I almost wanted to fan myself literally. I was burning up and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. How could one man make you feel so mixed up? I couldn’t speak or look him in the eye, he was too intense, too gorgeous. I’d lost all focus, so I just dipped my eyes to gaze at his chest, his broad, muscly, firm chest. Hell was I screwed! Sensing my dilemma and obvious unease he gave a smiling sigh and lifted his hand to touch the bottom of my chin. Bloody hell I’d had my mouth open this whole time and he was closing it for me. What the hell did I look like? Get it together Ella, I told myself mentally, but my brain and my body were at war at the moment and my body was winning.

His touch was electric and my chin was tingling with sensations that left the rest of my body wanting. A familiar pulse started in my groin and I knew I was in some serious trouble here. What was he doing buying my drink? He was too good looking to be standing with me wasn’t he? He belonged on a billboard or in my fantasies where he couldn’t do any damage. I needed to get away from him and quickly before he swallowed me up whole into his vortex of manliness, trapping me in his quick sand of lust.

He slowly bent his head down to my ear and whispered “I know you can buy your own drinks beautiful but I want to buy this one.” The heat from his breathe travelled straight down my neck causing goose bumps to rise up and sending my voice of reason into complete mayhem. He knew exactly what he was doing and the affect he was having on me, he was loving it. Revelling in my fear like a cat toying with a mouse before it takes the final swipe. I was defenceless to the game he was playing, caught in his trap. He knew I felt uncomfortable and that was spurring him on.

I couldn’t move away though, he wasn’t the type of guy you argued with or ignored easily. He exuded power, it came off him in waves and it was making me faint. He wore a suit like a second skin; black shoes, black trousers and jacket, with a crisp white shirt underneath, a few buttons undone at the neck and his black tie loosened giving him that sexy edgy look that male models had. Was he a model? Maybe he was involved in advertising this place. He had a square jaw with scruff that was perfect on him, and I suddenly found myself imagining it rubbing against my face, my skin, my….. Oh Dear God Ella! Get a grip of yourself. His hair was dark, almost black and was short at the sides but longer on top. It hung in waves on his forehead and I could tell he didn’t style it, it just fell that way. But it was his eyes that were the most lethal. Grey with sparkles in them like tiny diamonds glinting and giving him a wicked look that pulled you in right to his soul, hypnotising you. If I looked in his eyes for any length of time I would be done for. I needed to make sure that didn’t happen, I needed an escape.

“Don’t do me any favours.” I snapped, irritated that a man could make me feel so uncomfortable and so undone. Was it me or was it hot in here all of a sudden? I could feel the satin of my dress starting to cling tighter as my breathing speeded up.

I spun round to try to break the spell he had me under and looked over at the bar man with a scowl but he shrugged and handed the 6 foot package of hotness behind me his change. So I picked up my drink and went to turn around and leave. That’s when he put both of his muscly fine arms either side of me, pinning me to the bar and whispered again in my ear.

“You’re a feisty one aren’t you! I like that.”

I tried to steady my breathing but it was no good. I was prey to him. He had me cornered and I couldn’t escape.

“Are you this feisty in the bedroom? I bet you are. I bet I’d have lots of fun taming you.”

I gulped as he brought his face down towards my neck, inhaling me slowly and running his nose delicately along the skin behind my ear. It was the most erotic thing to happen to me in years and I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I could feel every nerve ending in my body sparking and I was hot, that familiar pulse surging and throbbing stronger now between my legs. He was stirring feelings there that had been dormant for way too long. What the hell was going on? He had me under this intoxicating spell and I’d only been standing here for three minutes. How did he do that? Flashes of me with him, kissing, groping, fucking came into my head and I couldn’t decide if I was turned on or petrified. He was trouble with a capital T. A master of women. He definitely knew his way around the bedroom. He’d eat me up and spit me out. I couldn’t let that happen.

“Too bad you’ll never find out.” I replied with as much conviction as I could muster whilst thinking dirty thoughts about what I’d like him to do to me in the bedroom or any other room for that matter.

He chuckled, “I like a challenge.” Then out of nowhere he leant down and gently kissed my neck. I gasped in horror and pulled away, I couldn’t believe his front. This guy had way too much confidence and I could tell he wasn’t used to being told no. Well tonight was his unlucky night. I was not the girl for him. I wouldn’t just give up and give in as I’m sure every other girl he’d come across had. I was stronger than that; Adam might have taken a lot from me but I still had my self-respect.

“Excuse me” I said pushing him off me with a bump of my shoulder and turning towards the dancefloor, “I’m not into seedy one night stands with over inflated egos.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “It’s just sex sweet heart; you use me and I use you, no big deal. Everyone goes home happy, we all get what we want.” He winked and my anger exploded.

“It might be just sex to you but I have morals and principals. I think your way of looking at things is disgusting. You’re disgusting.”

He shook his head but kept the smirk on his face.

“A night of pleasure, mutually beneficial to us both, what’s not to love about that?” He leaned forward and smirked at me, “I come with 100% satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Ugh!” I spun round to make my escape. He called out behind me. “What’s your name beautiful girl?”

“You don’t need to know seeing as you’ll never see me again!” I smiled over my shoulder, silently congratulating myself for showing him he wasn’t going to win me as a conquest and made my way back over to the safety of Chris on the dancefloor.

“Please tell me you got that guy’s number?” Chris asked as I approached. “He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since I pointed him out sitting over there at three o’clock babes.”

“He’s a whole can of trouble I do not need right now.” I said trying and failing to convince myself and Chris that I didn’t think he was the most attractive man to ever walk this earth.

I glanced over to where he’d been standing. He was still looking at me with those sparkly grey eyes and not a hint of modesty or humility in him. He was leaning against the bar with one leg crossed over the other and his arms folded in front of him, that air of confidence blowing its way right onto the dancefloor and anywhere else he directed it. He had a puzzled look on his perfect face as if he was trying to figure something out. Maybe he was trying to figure me out, but he’d have a job, even I didn’t get me right now.

Just then a beautiful skinny model type sauntered over to him, all long legs and dark brown hair hanging straight down to her ass. She ran her hands up and down his arms, trying to get his attention but he still didn’t take his eyes off me. She glanced over towards the dancefloor to see what had caught his attention, and looked at me like I was an insect she could squash. She wrinkled her nose up in disgust and ran her blood red nails down his chest marking her territory. He was unaffected by her actions though and I turned my back on the pair of them, relieved that I had escaped from any entanglement in that weird relationship. She was welcome to him.

Chapter Five

The next week went by without much stress or worry. Work was ticking over and being in the office with Chris every day was unreal. I don’t think I’d ever laughed as much as I did now, things were going pretty well for me.

On Thursday morning I got into the office earlier than everyone else. It felt good to be alone and catch up on my emails and paperwork. I was hoping the boss Frank and his partner Eric would appreciate the extra work I was putting in lately and maybe trust me a little more with some bigger accounts, it was my dream to eventually make it as a creative director. Recently I’d put forward some great ideas in our meetings and Frank was championing me as his new protégé. As I headed to our little kitchen at the back to make myself a coffee I heard the doors click open and Frank walked in with his briefcase swinging, he certainly had a spring in his step today.