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  The hours we spent in the hospital were heartbreaking. Holly fainted after hearing the news. Claire and Jason continuously cried silently only when they snuck away from their mother. They informed me they had to be strong for her.

  Sam had been a great man to me and had always treated me like a sister. We had established a sincere friendship and I had a special affection for the man who made my friend happy.

  We were all very affected by this unpleasant surprise in life.

  Someone had to be in control of the situation and it was very unfair to put Holly in charge. Between Paul and me, we took care of everything necessary so Holly could mourn her loss in peace.

  I decided to stay with them for a few days. At least, until Sam's funeral.

  I comforted my friend and my niece and nephew as best as I could. Although I had to admit everyone took over very soon, and Holly, despite being shattered inside, showed the world she was a strong woman and could get through this awful situation.

  Her strength was admirable.

  I didn’t go to the florist shop for a few days.

  My friend was more important.

  The morning after the accident, when James was supposed to bring me breakfast, I received a message from him.

  “I'm very bad to talk to on the phone in these situations. Rick told me what happened. I'm very sorry for what you're going through. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need help ... or support”

  I smiled at the message. What detail on his part! And like a fool, I sighed.

  “Thank you,” I replied. I hesitated before sending the message. I wanted to write something else, but as usual, that man erased all my thoughts as usual.

  When I returned to reality, I sent the message and tried to keep myself very busy so I wouldn’t think about it again. I was thinking about James more than I should and that, from experience, I knew it could be very dangerous for me.

  ***

  During the days I was at Holly's house I had a pretty rough time. Especially the day she took sleeping pills without telling anyone and slept for 24 hours straight. I was about to have a nervous breakdown when I discovered the pill bottle on her bedside table. What would you imagine if you found your best friend sleeping so much with a bottle of pills next to her bed and after having recently being widowed? I still felt the knot in my stomach as I remembered the scene.

  Thank God Michael was still in my life. I didn’t hesitate to call him over to Holly’s house to have her checked. The diagnosis was, she was still alive but in “Sleeping Beauty” mode.

  I made sure Claire and Jason didn’t think their mother had attempted suicide. I was lucky Sam's parents had called to take them for a few days. I didn’t hesitate for a second to let them go with their grandparents for a few days considering their mother needed time alone and rest.

  Jason was trusting, however, Claire was not. She was more difficult to fool, but I had no choice.

  I had to wait until Holly woke up to give her a good scolding for scaring me like that.

  The next few days passed with absolute normality. I returned to my routine. I kept thinking about Holly and how much I worried about her abrupt emotional recovery after her husband’s death. For me, it was clear she was in shock even though she insisted she couldn’t afford to fall into a depression considering she had to continue on for her and her children. It was true, but she was acting so strange that I advised her to visit Dr. Rose.

  She stared at me with an I'm-not-crazy face and I realized I would just have to keep a close eye on her whereas she would collapse at any moment.

  When I arrived at the florist, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. I locked myself in my office in order to catch up with my paperwork.

  There was a knock on my door.

  “Come in.”

  Rick appeared in the opened door.

  “I'm not done with the arrangements for tomorrow's party yet. Can you come and give me a hand?”

  I glanced at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock, and my stomach grumbled loudly.

  “Sure. I'll call for some pizza.”

  Rick smiled.

  “Don’t bother, James already did.”

  I left the office and started working with Rick.

  When the pizzas arrived, we had almost completely the next day’s delivery. Once we finished, we sat down to eat.

  Although the space was kept as clean as possible so as not to contaminate the flowers with dust, the work area looked like a war zone.

  However, changes could be noticed.

  James was fast at work. He only worked at night. We came to the conclusion we couldn’t make the arrangements while James raised dust or painted because we could risk ruining the flowers. So I gave him a set of business keys and he came at night, worked and then left in the morning.

  “It's all looking great,” I said as I gobbled up my first slice of pizza.

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “There is more space with this remodel,” Rick said enthusiastically. “Now we can put in a bigger refrigerator.”

  “That's right,” I sighed.

  “Oh!” Rick said, remembering something. “Before I forget. Patrick has called a couple of times saying Carl wants to help you with the costs of remodeling the florist.”

  I snorted.

  “That man doesn’t learn.”

  “I thought you weren’t interested, that's why I forgot to tell you.” I was very clear with Patrick explaining to him not to bother you due to you being busy at Holly's house. I explained what had happened.

  James smirked while holding out a hammer.

  The story of the hammer never seemed to end.

  I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

  Rick did the same.

  “You can put it away. My therapist taught me to control Mr. Hyde.”

  “How lucky!” Said James amusedly. “I was afraid of being attacked by Mr. Hyde.”

  He smiled and his gaze took on a seductive glow.

  “You were amazing that day,” James told me, looking directly into my eyes, with a smile on his perfect mouth.

  My internal volcano was activated again.

  “Carl deserved what you did to him,” he continued. “You had to see her when she walked into Carl's office that day,” he told Rick. “Determined, with fire in her eyes. As soon as she walked through the door, the tension in the room could be felt. Carl looked like an ostrich, searching for a hole in the ground to sink his head in while Jen walked in confidently wrapped in a seductive black dress. While she was unwrapping the bracelet, she stopped in front of my toolbox. My only thought was: This is going to get very interesting.” He smiled amused. “The best part was when she put the bracelet on the desk and began to smash it. She struck so hard, I thought the diamonds could break. The desk was full of marks and splintered. When she finished unloading her anger, she turned around, smoothed her dress” —James was making the gestures I made that day—, “replaced the hammer and thanked me for using it.”

  Rick was laughing out loud at James’ imitation. The truth was I couldn’t contain my laughter either. James told it with such grace, it made me forget, for a second, how abnormal the situation had been.

  “I must admit Mr. Hyde won my sympathy,” James went on. “Carl, explained to me what had happened with exaggerated details, which, by the way, I would have preferred not to know. The fact of the matter is, he is a jerk and deserved to be pummeled in his most sensitive body part. I was about to punch him in his face, thinking life was very unfair for giving a woman of your stature a jerk like that, seeing there are so many men in the world wanting to meet a woman like you.”

  He said all that without taking his eyes off me. My face flamed like Olympic torches. My internal volcano began to spit lava sparks.

  “Whoa!” Rick said, fanning himself with my fan. “It is suddenly hot in here. I'm going home.”

  He left the fan on the table and approached me as if to kiss me goodbye.

  Someth
ing he never does.

  The power of James’ strange hypnotic gaze would not release me.

  “He remembers your dress at the time, and he liked Mr. Hyde, so charge. Eat that man, slooowly.”

  His words were almost like a whisper in my ear and so fast, my brain only captured the most important parts:

  “Charge. Eat James ... slooowy”

  “Goodbye James, I hope you can get some work done,” Rick said as he walked toward the exit.

  James and I stared at each other for a few seconds. In complete silence.

  “It's time to go home,” I said, blinking and dodging his hypnotizing gaze. I stood up and walked over to where James was. I wanted to pick up the empty pizza boxes and put them in the trash can.

  James followed my movements with his eyes. His gaze was beginning to intimidate me. He was like a lion hiding in the underbrush. Crouching, watching his prey’s every movement. Ready to attack at the first chance he got.

  “Finished,” I said as I finished picking up everything, turning to look him in the eye. “See you tomorrow.”

  James was so submerged in his thoughts he didn’t even respond. So I turned and started walking towards the door when suddenly, he jerked me around by my arm and slammed his mouth aggressively against mine.

  I didn’t have time to react other than by opening my lips to allow James’ mischievous tongue to invade and explore every corner of my mouth with passion.

  Actually, I could have done something else, like putting an “up to here” to the situation and leaving. However, the truth was, I didn’t want to do that. How could I want to do it after he activated an ancient volcano inside me I didn’t even know existed? In addition to James's reaction and the brush of his lips, the sparks began to flare higher, spitting thin streams of lava.

  James's tongue slammed into mine, the inside of his mouth scorching. He slid a hand behind my neck, tangling it in my hair while, his other hand, was running down my back gently but firmly.

  My brain ceased all function. I could do nothing except let myself be carried away by all my sensations.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him for dear life.

  “I've wanted to do this since I saw you in your ex-husband's office years ago,” he whispered in my ear as his tongue played with my earlobe.

  I moaned. I think I even shuddered.

  A growl came from James's throat.

  His hands began to travel my body.

  With each touch I slipped further from reality. I allowed myself to sink into the dark passionate moment I yearned for.

  He kissed me as if there were no tomorrow. He nibbled my lips and then got lost in the depth of my mouth.

  I clung to his neck as he began to massage my breast with soft firm strokes above my clothes.

  An intense heat built between my thighs and I could feel the moisture pooling in my panties.

  With his fingertips, James traced the neckline of my dress. The contact of his hands lowering the top of my dress, leaving my breast almost exposed, made small electric shocks spread all over my body.

  With his body, he cornered me between him and the stainless steel bar. My back arched slightly when it came into contact with the cold metal. With that movement, James pressed into me more.

  He stopped invading my mouth to calmly slide down my neck while with his hands released my breasts from their cloth prison. His quick breathing signaled how much he was enjoying the moment.

  The cold air, coupled with his caress made my skin prickle and my nipples harden.

  James's eyes flashed with that reaction. He rubbed the tip of his tongue over his lips, still watching my breasts, and then he began a path of soft intense kisses from my neck to the tip of my breasts. His warm tongue wrapped around one of my nipples, while his hands massaged my breasts.

  I felt a waterfall coming from between my thighs, this time, soaking my panties. I moaned again.

  He growled desperately, shifting to my other breast and there it was - again - his magical tongue toying with my nipple.

  He lowered his hands down my hips until reaching the edge of my skirt. He lifted it while stroking my buttocks. His fingers edged around my panties and another growl escaped him when he touched the moisture accumulated there.

  He attached his mouth to my nipple, sucking it gently as his hands lowered the zipper sending the dress gliding to the floor. In a swift movement, I was seated on the cold steel table.

  He stared into my eyes as he spread my legs. He grasp me by the neck again lavishing me with a deep kiss as his fingers slipped into my panties.

  He separated from me a little fisting my hair in his hands.

  “You are so wet, Jen!” His gaze traveled from my eyes to my mouth as his fingers gently brushed my clit.

  “Take my panties off, please,” I pleaded, trying to get my shoes off.

  He fisted my hair again.

  “All in due time, but leave the shoes on.”

  I smiled.

  “A fantasy?” I asked in a whisper.

  “Of the many times I’m going to have you.”

  He kissed me, sliding a finger inside me while his thumb stroked my most sensitive place.

  While supporting myself with my arms, I was able to see everything James was doing to me until trembling seized my body, making me lose my arm control. When I fell back on the table, the implacable cold made my back arch, lowering my hips and making James's finger - which moved in a frenzy inside me -, push deeper taking me to heaven. Literally.

  “Now, let’s do it again,” he said, lifting me by my neck, “but with me inside you and I want you to watch.”

  I couldn’t think. I was still convulsing.

  I supported myself with my arms as best as I could, while James slipped my panties off.

  He stripped his clothes off down to his boxer briefs.

  Holy God! He was as close to perfection as she had ever seen.

  I suddenly felt as if I were hallucinating. I couldn’t think clearly, much less see clearly.

  My gaze was trapped between his abdomen and his erection.

  Drool.

  I wanted to pleasure him.

  “You're going to give it to me,” he said, smiling as he ripped the condom wrapper. “Don’t worry.”

  “Do you read minds now?” I asked, stunned raising my eyebrow and smiling.

  “I don’t need to,” he whispered in my ear, “your facial expressions are easy to read.”

  He ran a thumb over my lips. Still gazing into my eyes. I trapped his thumb inside my mouth and caressed it in a circular motion with my tongue.

  He lowered his hands to my nipples, squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers as he lowered himself to my sex. When his tongue caressed my most sacred place, my eyes rolled and my arms weakened.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered, pulling away from me.

  I stiffened my arms as best as I could. I wasn’t sure it was working but I was giving it my best.

  James was taking me to a place I had never been and I didn’t want to stop him. So if he asked me to get my head in the game, I was going to do it. Without hesitation.

  As I was about to climax again, he stepped away from me and my grumble in protest made him smile.

  “You want more, don’t you?” He asked pulling me by my hair to his mouth for another desperate kiss. .

  His sultry phallus throbbed over my sex.

  He stopped kissing me only to move my head down a little. I could see everything with absolute clarity. My moisture and his penis, opening a path inside me.

  He kissed me again sinking into me, making me groan.

  He began to move with gentle steady movements.

  “Oh, James!”

  He moved faster.

  More.

  More.

  Until we both released all our tension with multiple orgasms.

  ***

  I was still lying on the steel table trying to regain my sanity.

  James, went into
the bathroom momentarily to clean himself up.

  I couldn’t think clearly, but I was sure what had just happened, showed me that I have never had a good night of sex. Not even with Michael.

  I had never been with a man who possessed such unbridled passion nor had I ever been with a man who played with me the way he had.

  He was a real Alpha male, dominating and controlling the situation.

  I liked that.

  I smiled.

  I’d give the Alpha a little war.

  I got off the table, got dressed and left the florist shop before James came out of the bathroom.

  On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about images of James' cock sliding in and out of me. My crotch grew wet again.

  My mobile phone sounded with a text message.

  I arrived home, took a cold shower thinking it might soothe me but it didn’t.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about my sexual encounter with James. I got excited just by thinking his name.

  I remembered my cell phone had beeped.

  I opened it to read the message.

  “Next time, I won’t let you slip away”

  I smiled, imagining myself tied to a bed.

  I have got to stop reading erotic novels.

  “We'll see,” I replied.

  ***

  The next day, I was very busy helping Rick attends to a couple of very important clients who wanted to organize a party. Also I made some arrangements to be delivered the same day.

  I called Holly to see how she was doing. I was surprised to hear she sounded so well. It also made me worried due to the fact at no time did she mention she had sorted the accounts to know how much money she had or maybe I hoped she would tell me she was looking for a job. Also, it was like she was submerged in her own world, evading a reality that would knock her out at the end of the month when she had to pay the bills.

  I decided not to press her. I would wait a few days before discussing it with her.

  James arrived a little late which was quite strange for him.

  Knock. Knock.

  “Come in,” I said, raising my voice from my desk in the office.