Here we are with chapter 7, hope you'll enjoy it as much as all the others. Many thanks to Jazcullen for proofreading and Asylumseeker for editing and the rest of the "guild" for your continuous support and encouragement. I am writing chapter 8 and it is nearly finished however my editor is taking a short holiday and won't be able to edit for a week or three. So I hope you all bare with me until he's able to get back on track once he gets back from his hopefully relaxing and well deserved holiday.
Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan
Chapter Seven : Working Nine to Five.
After Nick and Fran stopped at her flat so she could get a change of clothes they then drove into town. They weren't going anywhere fancy, just a place where they could get a good meal, some privacy and some time to talk.
Fran felt like she was part of a dream. Three days and her world got turned upside down and much to her own surprise she didn't freak out once. And Nick? Fran looked at him while he was browsing the menu in front of him. He was a dream come true. Her cheeks blushed when her mind drifted back to the passionate moments they shared that day.
The revelation that he was a werewolf and that myths and legend held more facts than tales astounded her. Nick had changed right in front of her, turning into a beautiful big black wolf. He had approached her slowly and had given her time to adjust, not wanting to frighten her.
The more he revealed the more unreal it all seemed, but he explained a lot and had answered every question she asked. Fran knew she still needed to learn a lot more, however she couldn't ignore her feelings, especially not after the afternoon they had spend making love to each other every way possible.
Suddenly Nick looked up at her and winked, as if he knew she was looking at him. The smile on his lips reached his eyes, the golden sparks in them proving he would rather be somewhere completely else then in a restaurant. Shaking her head, Fran tried to focus on the menu in front of her.
"I give up, I have no clue what I want, so surprise me," she told Nick. "Why don't you pick something for me?" she added.
Putting his own menu on the table, he looked at her. He liked her rosy cheeks, convinced her mind had been wandering to more interesting stuff than picking out a meal. He couldn't really blame her, he felt the same way. If it was up to him he'd drag her back to his bedroom and wouldn't leave for at least a week.
"No worries, I'll get us something hearty to eat," he replied. "Have you given it any thought as to what you want to do after?" he then asked her.
"Not really no, but I can't make it too late. I've got a job to go to in the morning and I definitely can't be late. It's my first day, so I'll have to do my best getting up to speed," she answered.
"I remember you said something about celebrating a new job on Friday. Which firm are you going to work for then?" he asked with interest.
"It's not really a firm, it's one of the biggest companies in town. I've been hired to be the new P.A. of the boss. I haven't met him yet, but his current P.A. hired me, she'll be helping for the first few days. She told me she was about to retire and wanted to make sure her replacement could cater to the boss' needs," she explained.
That last remark had him at attention as his mind started filtering out details.
"So who are you going to take care of then?" he pried.
"Believe it or not I'm the new P.A. of Dominic Saint Ives – Whelan. He's not a public person, rarely seen going out," Fran said respectfully.
Doing his best to hide a wide grin, he thanked Arabella, his retiring P.A., for her good choice. Pondering whether to come clean on the last detail he still had to tell her, he decided to wait until tomorrow. They would have an entire day to talk then and he didn't want to spoil the wonderful weekend they had spent together and he wanted the rest of the evening to be a relaxing one.
"I'm sure you'll do a good job. But now dinner," he said, changing the subject. "I'm starving by now. Let's order," he continued while raising an arm to get the waiter's attention.
The waiter greeted them respectfully and Nick quickly ordered some food and a nice carafe of wine to go along with it. Nick observed Fran's face and he could see a slight worry creeping over it.
"Is everything ok?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said tentatively. "It's just that everything from the last few days seems so unreal. Think it's only just now really hitting me head on," she said, shaking her head lightly.
"Do you regret anything that has happened?"
"No, I wouldn't change a thing. That's just the point, everything is just perfect, you're perfect," she replied, the blush on her cheeks deepening even more.
"Sweetie, I could say the same thing back. If it was up to me I'd whisk you away and lock you up in my room for eternity, that's how much I want you. I know things went pretty fast, especially for you, but I won't push for anything, I promise you that now. Fran, I told you I already gave up finding my mate, but meeting you, it shook me up as well," he reassured her.
"It shook me as well," she chuckled lightly, "in more ways than I thought possible."
"You don't think we're done experimenting, right? Because I know for certain I'm not done yet," he retorted, mischief written all over his face again.
"I guess I have to be your willing victim then?"
"Hmmm, willing? Definitely so. A victim? Rather not, I'd prefer you participating," he winked.
The waiter approaching with their dinner stopped her from replying. Catching the aroma of the food made her realize again how hungry she was, at the same time remembering why she was so famished. Having had a small taste of what it would be like to pick up emotions and feelings when she had only a few drops of his blood in her system, she was pretty sure he picked up hers, noticing the amused look on his face when she looked at him.
Thanking the waiter, they both started to eat, only passing heated looks at each other. The constant innuendo had Fran close to the point that she almost didn't care where they were. His heated eyes had her writhing in her chair and the knowing look he gave her wasn't helping much either.
By the end of their meal she was just about to drag him away and have her way with him. The heated looks she was receiving from Nick were only adding oil to the fire that was already burning inside of her. She honestly had thought that after a whole day their lust would be sated, but the butterflies in her stomach said otherwise, as did the golden speckles in Nick's eyes.
"Do you want dessert?" Nick asked, knowing very well she would decline the offer.
"No, not really, I had enough, not a hole left I can fill," she responded while absentmindedly rubbing her stomach.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked.
A blush crept on her face again, understanding very well what he meant with his question.
"Nick, will you cut it out already," she replied heatedly. "There are more things to do than roll around like two horny teenagers!" Knowing she was contradicting herself, it was what she would prefer to be doing right now and the look on Nick's face said exactly the same. "Besides, I have a job to go to in the morning and I really do need some sleep," she added firmly.
"Ok, ok, you win, but only if you agree to meet up after work again," he spoke back, even though he already knew he would see her sooner.
"That can be arranged," she replied.
Nick took care of the restaurant bill and escorted Fran back to his car. While they were driving back to her place, Nick held her hand the entire time. Teasingly he brushed his thumb over the soft inside of her wrist and the palm of her hand. Each sweet caress was sending shivers up her spine and the butterflies in her tummy were performing a rapid dance as well.
Stopping in front of her flat, Nick turned towards her, passion filled eyes roaming over her face, down to her heaving breasts and her skirt that rode dangerously high on her thighs. He could smell her arousal, he also knew if he pushed just a little he could be going up to her flat and have her again, and again, and again.
Holding back a sigh he cupped her face and drew her nearer for a breathtaking kiss. Nipping her lips gently he asked for entry, which she gladly gave. The moans she made had him losing a bit of his herculean self control and before he knew it he'd grabbed her waist and had her sitting on his lap, his arms tightly holding her. Their kiss became more feverish, only once in a while breaking contact to take in air and continue the kissing.
Fran could feel the bulge growing against her thigh and longed to touch it. Reaching down she tried to unbuckle his belt but it proved difficult to get her hand between them. She tried to get some space between them but Nick wouldn't budge. He held her head gently but firmly, slightly tilted to one side to give him better access to her inviting mouth, and kept dueling with her tongue.
His other hand was trailing up her leg, disappearing under her skirt, making his way up her buttocks. Stroking the soft flesh, he pressed her even closer, tormenting himself. His pants were getting uncomfortable with his straining erection demanding release. He felt Fran giving a little push and he gave in. He felt her fumbling with his belt and not much after she was pulling down his zipper.
He let out a relieved sigh when she gently put her hand around his cock, releasing it from its confinements. Slowly she moved her hand, feeling every little bit of his hard flesh. Breaking their kiss he leaned back in his seat, catching her eyes. She wasn't looking at him but her gaze was upon her own hand that skillfully was playing with his arousal.
"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," he managed to say, biting back another groan when her hand dipped deeper and cupped his balls.
"Oh but I like hot fire, don't you?" she teasingly countered him.
She wanted to move back to her own seat which would make it easier for her to taste him, but was stopped by a pair of hands that grabbed her waist again.
