She was alone in his bed when she woke up. She wondered where she was, everything seemed so strange...not a bad strange though. Usually when she woke up it was Mrs Johnson on 147 screaming off her head at her four boys for being late to school again. It was usually to the sound of Clay Brown, the stripper next door practicing his Elvis crotch grabs to Christina Aguilera's 'Dirty'. This definitely wasn't Building 8 on Bertrand Road.
It was all so quiet. She'd been here before but she'd never lain in his bed before, merely watched him in it. The bed was much softer than hers, the sheets dark blue satin for pure comfort. It smelt of him, Saint, that all man, slightly cologne smell of his that had had her swooning for most of the time she'd been working for him. Even his pillows were permeated with Saint.
Then suddenly it all hit her. Yesterday had been a disaster. She felt sadness choke her as she remembered. She curled tightly to her side, tears seeping from her eyes as her mind rolled over the events of last night. As if she was still there, her nose burned from the searing smell of burning wood and the crashing sound as the roof of her apartment building came down.
The lady with the phone trying to get information for tomorrow's gossip from her. Saint dashing on scene with his Porsche to save her. Saint tucking her into his bed. It was all like a flashback from a movie she was seeing rather than starring in.
Oh God...she'd forgotten the most important part, she wiped away her tears. Saint tucking her into his bed. Her rubbing into Saint's cock so wickedly. Caressing his cock with her bare hands. What did he think of her? No wonder he wasn't in bed. He must think that she'd been angling for him since day one. Sidling towards him like a python before she sunk her fangs into him.
Had she really begged him to... to do things to her? He'd tried to stop her, she remembered, but it was as if she would have crawled out of her skin if he hadn't touched her. And to prove that this had all been her idea, he hadn't even tried to fuck her. Wait a Go Tanyi Rokir. Molesting your own boss right under his own roof.
Just then she heard a footsteps then the door knob turning. She quickly curled into her side pretending to be asleep. Tanyi just wasn't ready to be confronted by Saint's angry eyes. Or was he going to knowingly amused. She preferred angry...at least that had some dignity to it.
She heard him walk over to the side of the bed, shuffling as he lay something on the side-table. Something delicious. Her stomach growled at the enticing smell, betraying her. She heard Saint chuckle in that deep way only he could, and she knew he knew she was awake.
She popped one eye open to find his face right up to hers as he knelt on one knee by the bed. Jeez the guy was even more gorgeous by morning light. I wonder if he uses some flowery shower gel she thought distractedly, because he smelt great. His eyes held a naughty glint just before he dived in.
Before she knew it Saint's lips were on hers, nibbling at her, begging her to wake up and take him. She just couldn't resist an invitation like that and she gave back just as much as she got. His lips moved over hers softly and seductively, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She was all too willing to give right back curling her arm over his neck and tagging on his bottom lip. Saint loved the way Tanyi responded to him like a cat just coiling out from deep slumber.
"Morning?" Saint finally pulled away from her, standing up to sit on the bed.
"Um...morning." her voice sounded as if she'd been chewing on a couple of nails. With last night's smoke and the smoke Saint had just gotten out of her it was a wonder her ears weren't steaming like a kettle coming to boil.
"I brought you some breakfast." He gestured to the steaming cup of coffee and lifted the lid on a plate. So that's what he'd brought with him. The toast, crisp to perfection and light brown just the way she liked it, sausage and a few strips of bacon were just what she needed to wake her up. No wonder her tummy had been throwing a party of its own.
"Thank you." She rose up, putting the plate on her lap and ate in silence. He just stared at her, his hand on her knee, as if he was waiting for her to break the silence, say something. She could guess what he wanted her to say. She put down her fork. "Okay fine! I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what." Saint stroked her leg. He couldn't help it. He'd almost lost her last night. He just didn't know what to say. All he wanted was just to enjoy the fact that she was with him, in his house, in his bed.
"Last night." She rushed in before he could stop her. "I know I kind of pounced on you and mauled you like a cow on heat and you didn't want it. But it was just the moment. Everyone says I get a little carried away when I'm nervous. So it wasn't you. But I know you're my boss so it's not like I expect..." Saint cut off her nonsensical babble with a hard fast kiss on her mouth.
"Figures that you'd be more concerned about our touching rather than your flat going down in smoke. Does that feel like I didn't want it?" Tanyi was too shocked to answer. "Don't be sorry." Saint finished by picking up her fork and feeding her some bacon.
"Well I don't get attached to stuff and I do have pretty good insurance so..."She grumbled going back to her eating. She should probably curl up and cry for her worldly possessions, but Tanyi was used to just dropping everything and starting afresh especially because her father had been in the military. When you moved around a lot, stuff you bought just ended up being that...stuff.
Tanyi couldn't believe that this was her boss treating as if she was the most precious thing to him. Of course it was just a dream because let's face it, Saint was a player. She knew because she was constantly shuffling girls out of his life after he'd brought them in from where he'd picked them up. But she was going to go along with this.
Last night had taught her that she obviously needed some sexual relief and Saint did touch her like he knew what he was doing. He was as good as any man...no make that better. As long as they both understood that it was just a little play it shouldn't affect her job. No one would get hurt.
"Let me take care of you today sweetheart." Saint broke into her thoughts. "Let me make you happy."
"What about work?" Tanyi loved the sound of the 'sweetheart' rolling off his tongue. Maybe a little too much.
"I called Christian. He didn't like it," Christian was Saint's older brother and a silent partner at Hartley Eng. Christian was notorious for his disappearing acts around the office. But when he came back he was like a machine, which was why Saint tolerated him as a partner. It was only last week that's he'd appeared from one of his jaunts. "...but he'll take care of it."
