This is the sequel to Dangerous Games. Enjoy. Please let me know your comments.
"It is our distinct honour to present the GLOBAL HUMANITARIAN AWARD to THE ESTEEMED SIR RICK JACKSON for his outstanding contributions to..." sighing I pinch the bridge of my nose as I walk into the room. I can't hear another word of this... "Eric... ERIC! Can you switch that off please?" My Assistant starts at the harshness of my tone and somewhat surprised I'm sure at the instruction.
"Uh, yeah... sure" Turning his confused brown eyes away from me as he reaches for the television control. Switching off the rerun of last night's awards ceremony.
Needing to escape the suddenly tense office I walk through to my office and close the door. Making my way around the large mahogany desk I sink into my chair and leaning over the desk I rest my head in my hands.
As soon as my eyes close the same scene I have seen for the last 4 months plays as if on an iMAX screen. Crystal clear and unavoidable. The flash of jewel bright green eyes, long silky soft dark brown hair twisted in my fingers as I push into her from behind. I feel my cock twitch in my pants, again, and anger fills me, again! Anger at myself for my own weakness.
I think again of the atmosphere I just left in the office beyond the door and another wave of guilt washes over me. I'm acting so out of character, I know. I've never been the type of man to treat people with anything less that respect and cordiality at very least. The last 4 months however I have been short tempered and irritable with those around me. Often lashing out over nothing at all with absolutely no control over it.
UGH! Get a Grip! This isn't you Rick! You haven't even heard from her for months. 4 months, two weeks and three days to be exact. Not since the charity gala. Not since the small back room where I fucked Emily up on the floor like a man possessed. Well, aside from the FedEx envelope I received a week afterwards containing dirty panties that I have seen on her before. I had held them against my nose for at least 10 minutes before my heartbeat stabilized and I had the good sense, or not, to hide them somewhere inconspicuous.
Feeling that twitch again I am disgusted with myself all over. Angrily pushing away from my desk and standing. I am still for a moment before I start to pace my office. Surprised there aren't tracks in the plush rug with the amount of pacing I have done over the last couple months. I rip my tie from my neck and unbutton the top button trying to calm myself again.
I am walking a dangerous line here. Constantly back and forth between trying to force myself to pretend she never existed and fighting the urge to seek her out myself for a replay. Something that absolutely cannot happen again.
I force myself again to replace the images with thoughts of my wife. My beautiful, kind and brilliant wife. Chief of Staff at Royal Marsden Hospital, on the board of three incredible charities supporting cancer research, abused children and the environment, two of them I am on the board of as well. Both of us so busy and yet our sex life has not suffered. We both keep ourselves in shape and keep things hot in the bedroom.
Just last night I had her bent over the kitchen counter in our lavish apartment, taking my cock like a porn star and not a well-to-do member of the London elite. She never drives me crazy, makes me feel out of control, makes me lose all sense and rationality. I have absolutely no excuse for how readily I fucked a stranger I met on a train. How I fucked her in the bathroom of a dark bar an hour after meeting her and multiple times since then. As if I'm not a happily married father of 2. As if I'm not well known and recognizable.
I lean against the window lost in thought when the phone on my desk rings. Making my way over I answer, feeling my seemingly chronic lack of patience seeping through once again
"Yes?" Annoyed with myself for the tone, I try and soften it, "Sorry, Yes Eric what is it?"
"Sorry to disturb sir..."
"My name is Rick, Eric... We spoke about this."
"Ah... Yes. Sorry. Sorry to disturb you... Rick. But your wife is here for the meeting about the charity PR?"
"Oh great! Thank you! Please show her in." Finally, Lucy can distract me from my dark obsession.
"They will be in directly sir." I roll my eyes but ignore his immediare return to "sir"
"They?"
"Yes Sir, She has the new PR representative with her. A miss... Uh... Miss Emily Hale sir."
I feel the blood drain from my face. It can't be... no it can't be her. What did she say she did? Did she say? I don't remember. Even she can't be this twisted... can she?
"Sir?" I swallow my panic. It's not her, it can't be. Emily is a common enough name. Im being paranoid.
"Yes Eric, Send them in."
I walk back around and am standing in front of it ready to greet Lucy and the PR Rep when the door opens. Lucy walks in radiant as ever.
"Luce..." I smile as I walk forward and kiss her cheek.
"Hi Honey. I hope we didn't interrupt anything?" I smile and shake my head in response.
"Of course not..."
"Great! Let me introduce the wonderful Miss Emily Hale..." She turns and gestures behind her but I am afraid to look.
"She's with the agency that comes so highly recommended by Giles and the board. I myself have to admit she was quite persuasive and relentless while pitching for the contract." My brilliant wife smiles warmly at her before turning back to me in the same moment I look up and lock eyes with Miss Hale.
The floor drops out from beneath my feet and I feel like I'm drowning when my eyes meet the bright green ones in front of me. It is only a second of silence before Emily steps forward, her arm extended to shake my hand.
"Very nice to meet you... sir." The ghost of a grin on her full lips. "And may I say congratulations on your award?" She finishes
The moment her slender fingers wrap elegantly around my own I feel that stirring in my loins for the third time since I entered my office. It feels like time stops while I stare into the emerald flames where her eyes should be. Fire burning within and setting me alight. Panic rises within me as I feel an urgent need to be seated behind my desk. It could only have lasted a beat and I am wildly grateful Lucy doesn't notice before I am able to compose myself. Anger starting to take the place of panic. What is she doing? Is she crazy?
"Uh... Yes.. Miss Hale. A pleasure to meet you as well. Thank you" I say curtly before shaking her hand once. I turn my back on her as I quickly make my way around the desk.
"Of course..." She says brightly "We are very lucky to have a truly good and decent man like yourself to lead us." I make out the amused glint in her eye as she says it. For all intents and purposes she sounds genuine, only I can see that she is taunting me. My irritation rises as I try to form a response.