Cherry Girl (Neil & Elaina 1)

Her sassy comebacks made me smile, and made me hard. I would have gone out to rece

ption and picked her up, carried her back to bed and made love to her again, if I could have gotten away with it.

TO: emorrison @bsiltd.co.uk

I have an important question to ask you. xo N

I knew she would hit me with something snarky and hilarious right back. That was the fun part. Anticipating what she would say, and knowing it would be a surprise anyway.

TO: nmcmanus @bsiltd.co.uk

Well mister, you should know that I always say ‘no’ first, to anything and everything, as a general rule. xxE

P.S. You should also know that it is not pleasant to have to imagine the texts that went back and forth between my mother and my man last night. Bleh.

That’s the Cherry Girl I knew and loved. Christ, if she only knew how many times I’d stopped by her house to help her mum when she was still away in Europe. If Ian had been off on a business trip somewhere, her mum would ring me and ask for help. And I was always happy to stop by and help the woman who’d welcomed me as a son from the very first time we’d met. But, what nobody ever knew about was how I would go into Elaina’s bedroom and look around. Sometimes, I’d touched her things, even smelled them, to see if I could find any trace of her still left behind. I didn’t like remembering that part, but felt that it was too important of an experience to ever forget. If I remembered how much we’d lost, then it would help me to make sure it never happened again.

I still had more of my plan to put into action, and wouldn’t stop until it was fully executed.

TO: emorrison @bsiltd.co.uk

You’re going to want to say ‘yes’ to this one. Trust me. As for the texts between your mum and me? Don’t think about them. See? Easy. xo N

She got busy with some clients who came through, and it was a while before she could respond. I loved to listen to the sound of her voice speaking in Italian or French on the international calls, too. It was sexy as hell, and made me so proud of her for what she’d made of herself with no help from anyone, just her own initiative.

TO: nmcmanus @bsiltd.co.uk

I think you forgot to ask me the question, Captain. Focus, please. :P

I couldn’t wait to get her to my place that night. First time. My real bed. Total privacy and the luxury of knowing where in the hell she was and what she was doing for the whole night long. And, how she was getting to work the next morning (with me), and how she was getting from work back to my place again (with me). Huge fuckin’ window, with a city lights view of London. Just thinking about it got my cock throbbing. My Cherry Girl and I had a date in front of that window coming to us.

TO: emorrison @bsiltd.co.uk

May I drive you home tonight, Cherry?

Her reply came back to me instantly.

TO: nmcmanus @bsiltd.co.uk

Yes you may. (I love it when you drive me) *blushing*

I checked the time and blew out a sigh. Five more hours. Five more hours before I could make good on my promise, and have my blushing Cherry Girl right where I wanted her.

“When may I look?” I asked impatiently. “I want to see everything.”

“In another moment. Almost there.” Neil had a hold of my hand, leading me through his flat.

I kept my eyes closed, well…only because he told me to do it. One of the unspoken, but clearly understood quirks about us—an element of that made us work so well—was the way in which he was never indecisive with me. He always knew what he wanted, how to ask for it, demand it, get it, or if he must, how to take it. This combination of his large, commanding presence made the whole package of Neil a devastating elixir.

He liked to surprise me with little things and to spoil me. He’d helped me pack enough clothes to last through the next few days of work, without the panic of one of those weird nightmares where everyone has clothes on but you. Hate those.

After leaving my house and kissing Mum on the cheek and thanking her for allowing him to take me away, he’d wined and dined me at Gladstone’s, being the romantic, thoughtful man he’d always been, and still was. The wine, and the mouthwatering vision of him across the table, had left me a little intoxicated, and I knew I couldn’t be in safer hands than his. But, at that moment, he had my scarf over my tightly closed eyes and was leading me along blind, to something inside his flat he wished to show me.

“Now?” I asked again.

He stopped us and moved behind me, placing me where he wanted me with his hands on my upper arms. Next, I felt the silk of my scarf being untied from the back of my head with his large fingers tugging gently on the fabric. I loved Neil’s fingers. They worked a kind of magic on me. He touched me with them and I became a hot mess, desperate for him to do other things to me with more parts of his body.

My eyes were still closed.