Page 11 of My Lord
Chapter Four
Mackenzie called the following day to congratulate me on taking up his offer. We arranged to meet at the office he intended for Trymast’s base. There was much to discuss, especially since he would be ousting most of the upper management. Hostile takeovers weren’t something I would shy away from and I wasn’t sure, until I spoke with Mackenzie, how he came to purchase the company. Growing excitement coursed through my body and along with that, the anticipation of a second date with Gabriella, although I didn’t expect to see her until the next weekend.
Hello, Alex. I’ve thought a lot about you since last weekend and I would like to meet up. I have tickets to the opera, and I wondered if you’d accompany me. Gabriella.
I didn’t answer immediately; I wasn’t playing games or expecting her to come to me, it was more that my time was taken up with things I needed to get in order. I needed a conversation with Daisy about the offer I’d accepted and was grateful that she hadn’t wanted to move with me but wished to retire instead. She had been working with me since I’d joined Lloyds and was an absolute treasure. I wasn’t sure how she would cope in a large corporation. She was set in her ways, didn’t want to work long hours and didn’t like to travel too far from home, especially on dark winter nights. I understood that and so we said our goodbyes over a wonderful meal where her husband joined us.
Hello, Gabriella. I’m sorry for not replying immediately. I had a lot to do today. The opera sounds wonderful. If you’d like to call with the details, I’d enjoy listening to your voice. Alex.
I read the text a couple of times hoping that it wasn’t too cheesy. I did want to listen to her voice. I’d imagined it so many times while lying with my cock in my hands but as the days wore on, it was beginning to fade from my memory. It was being replaced with imagined moans and cries of ecstasy, of course.
I pressed send and then waited. It wasn’t long before the phone rang.
“Gabriella, it’s so lovely to hear you,” I said, seeing her name pop up.
“Alex, you’ve programmed me into your phone, that’s simply delightful,” she teased.
“Of course, I didn’t want to waste time with the obligatoryhellos.”
She chuckled and the sounds trickled straight to my balls. “I have a box at the Royal Opera House and my usual date has informed me he can’t accompany me now.”
I bristled at the ‘usual date’ comment and was desperate to know more. “So, I was second choice?” I asked, not quite teasing her back.
“Darling, you would have been first choice had I known you a year ago when I got these tickets. Now, don’t be jealous. Mackenzie needs to skip town, heading back the US for a few days so I’m dateless.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Then I’d be delighted to accompany you.”
“Wonderful, I can email you the details. I’ll be lunching with a girlfriend that day and will dress at her flat, so perhaps I could meet you there? I’ll be the blonde propping up the bar.” She chuckled, and I could just imagine the smirk that would accompany that statement.
“Mine’s a pint and I’ll see you there,” I said.
I could hear her laughing as she ended the call. I held the phone and smiled at it. Daft as it was, I didn’t want to let it go since it was the most current connection with her.
* * *
For the second time I arrived outside the impressive glass building in Canary Wharf owned by Mackenzie Miller. On that occasion he was in reception waiting for me. He strode over with his arm already extended. I shook his hand firmly and he patted me on the back as we walked to the lifts. I appeared to have moved on fromvisitorphase and was greeted warmly by security using my full title. Once I had corrected him, requesting he just use my first name, the lift door was opened and we stepped inside, leaving the security chap outside.
“Does that get boring?” Mackenzie asked.
“What?”
“The,just call me Alexbit?”
I laughed. “Sometimes, and to be honest, it’s so automatic now that I say it even when I hadn’t wanted to.”
We travelled up to a floor below the previous visit. It was a large open plan space already occupied by builders and carpenters arranging workstations and erecting a glass office in the corner.
“The new UK headquarters for Trymast,” Mackenzie announced. “And your office.”
“How many staff are moving here?” Although large, the floor didn’t seem big enough to house a whole company.
“About three quarters. I think there are a lot that can work from home and I like to promote that.”
We walked around the space and Mackenzie told me more about the company he had just acquired. Once inside the office, although only furnished with a desk, a chair, and a sideboard, there was a folder that he picked up and handed to me.
“I know this is anin the deep endsituation, but I need to head home for a couple of days.”
I nodded. “Yes, Gabriella mentioned you were returning home,” I replied, immediately wondering if I should have said anything. I wasn’t sure how Mackenzie would feel knowing I wanted to date his… I wasn’t surewhatshe was to him, other than a childhood friend.
