Chapter 7
My day started with a call about Mr Ghurair’s latest deal. I was supported by Amar – Mr Ghurair’s cousin and closest confidante – as we discussed the financials of the acquisition with the seller’s lawyers. After that, I set to work on the next turn of the asset purchase agreement.
No matter how hard I tried to focus on drafting amendments to the document, I couldn’t stop thinking about my sore lips, the lingering satisfaction between my legs and the tenderness of my breasts.
My morning was consequently protracted but it was a damn sight better than my afternoon spent regretting convincing Mr Ghurair that my completing the second deal remotely could have cost benefits.
Now I get to piss off Neil Wallace and work my arse off.
I’m thankful for the end of the day and even more thankful that tonight, I won’t be eating alone. I won’t be nursing a cocktail because I have nothing better to do.
Tonight, I’m heading back to Gregory.
I reapply my red lipstick, ruffle my hair and straighten my fitted dress in the hotel lift.
When I open the door to the penthouse, I’m welcomed by dim, flickering lights.
There must be hundreds of votive candles decorating the suite.
Two parallel rows lead from the door and I follow them through the lounge, passed the master bedroom and into the en suite.
More candles decorate the corners of the bathtub and line the marble sink unit. Vanilla fills my nose, warm and sweet.
‘Good evening, Miss Heath.’
His words come from behind me, his breath on my neck. He moves my hair down one shoulder and I lean my head to expose the skin of my throat.
‘Are you coming home with me?’ he asks through sensual kisses.
‘In three weeks.’
I feel his lips curve against my neck.
‘But I’ll never make partner. Neil hates me.’
‘He’ll come round. If I was your boss, I’d come round.’
I turn to face him, pressing my chest against his crisp white shirt, raking my fingers through his thick, dark hair. ‘You might be a little biased.’
I feel his smile against mine.
‘There’s also a catch.’
He pulls back from me but keeps his hands on the small of my back, gluing our waists together. ‘Share.’
‘I told Neil that a big client of mine needs my help in London.’
‘The CEO of your big client being…’
I dab a finger against his firm pec. ‘Exhibit A. And you owe me.’
‘Ah, well, perhaps now is a good time to talk about the real reason I flew to Dubai.’
I pout playfully.
‘I needed a lawyer.’
‘Right, and you could only find one working in the UAE?’
‘Exactly.’
His tongue parts my lips and I drown in his taste, pulling him to me with my hands around his neck.
‘I’m coming home,’ I whisper.
‘Where you belong, baby. Until we’re grey and old.’
Unwilling to move my mouth from his, I unbutton his shirt and push it back over his shoulders, indulging in the feel of his chest that might even be firmer than it was when I left London. I gently bite his pec.
I release his belt, the button of his blue chinos, the zip, then draw his trousers down to his bare feet and he steps out. I hold his gaze as I pull his boxers to the floor, his solid cock springing against his navel.
When I’ve sated my man and him me, we lie in the bathtub, his legs either side of mine, my back to his chest.
My entire body relaxes as he fills and squeezes a flannel across my chest and rests his cheek against my temple.
‘How did we get things so wrong?’ I ask.
‘No more,’ he says into my hair.
I run my hands up and down his wet thighs as he cleans my skin with warm, bubbly water.
‘We need to talk about Katrina Martin.’
His chest deflates.
‘She flew out to Dubai, Gregory.’
‘She’s just got a bee in her hat.’
Despite my want to be serious, I look to the heavens and tell him, ‘Bonnet. She’s got a bee in her bonnet.’
He chuckles.
‘I’m serious. She came here to find out what I know about the bribes. She’s not going to back off easily.’
‘There’s no trail. Even if there were, she’ll be looking for a bribe around a murder charge.’
‘She won’t find one.’
He continues methodically bathing my skin. ‘No. She won’t.’
‘How can you be so sure?’
‘Look at me.’
I turn in the water to face him.
‘She won’t.’
I shouldn’t have looked into those irresistible eyes.
My body moves before my mind has time to think.
My hands lock into his wet hair and I attack his mouth.
He willingly accepts, his hands moving to my arse, pulling me against his pelvis.
He starts to grow beneath me. Then he’s lifting us out of the bath, carrying me to his bedroom without stopping to dry.
‘That was a good talk. A solid resolution,’ I tell him.
‘Solid being the operative word.’ He bites my lips. ‘Baby, this is five weeks’ worth of hard-on. I’m going to be solid all night.’