Page 12 of CEO April: Zed Barker
Chapter Five
I wondered what the reception would be like when I paused outside the dining room. Was it going to be awkward? I had nothing to worry about when I walked in, however. The room was filled with laughter and chat. Most of it was about the previous evening and what everyone had gotten up to. Miriam was all for showing the strap marks left on her legs until Duke stabbed a sausage with his fork and held it up, telling her that his sausage resembled her thighs.
I took a seat next to Anna after filling my plate from the buffet table. “Good morning,” she said, smiling at me.
“It certainly is,” I replied.
“Ah, and here is Laura,” Harry said.
I looked over to the door and thought I heard the click of my jaw as it fell open. Instead of the demure and shygirlfrom the previous evening, a colourful vision filled the doorway. She had purple hair spiked in all directions, a tight-fitting white T-shirt which showed off ample breasts, and skinny jeans that lengthened her legs somehow. In addition, she had fucking high purple shoes that matched the colour of her hair.
“Good morning, all,” she said, as she strode confidently into the room. “How was everyone’s evening?” She asked the question as if she hadn’t been there.
Laura didn’t wait for a reply; instead she gathered a plate and her breakfast before coming to sit on the other side of me. She smiled and nodded her head in greeting but then stayed silent. She listened to others talk, looking in their direction while slowly chewing her food. She fascinated me.
I wasn’t sure what it was about her. I also wondered if she had some kind of personality disorder, but pulled myself up. To assume something of her without facts was pretty shitty.
“I like the colour of your hair,” I said, smiling at her.
She seemed surprised that I had spoken. Was to compliment the colour of her hair creepy? With her furrowed brow and smirk, it sure looked like she thought that.
“Thank you. I don’t think anyone has commented on my hair before. It’s not mine, of course. My locks are underneath.” She reached up as if to tug at the wig and I swallowed my coffee quickly. I wasn’t sure it would stay in my mouth if she pulled the wig off. “Now, that’s stumped you, hasn’t it?”
“Err, yeah.” I laughed and when I looked at her, really studied her, she was beautiful in a way that wasn’t obvious at first.
She was unusual, for sure, and she reminded me of the first school crush I had, a teacher with rainbow hair. In fact, I wondered if I was naturally drawn to spirited women. Rebecca and Laura could be related, such was their similarity and quirkiness. Not that I was sexually attracted to Rebecca but I did love her personality and feistiness.
“Are you listening to me?” I heard, and suddenly realised I had been staring and lost in my own thoughts while she spoke.
“Sorry, I was thinking that reminded me of someone else,” I replied.
“I asked if you’d like to take a walk along the beach with me.”
“Sure, I’d enjoy that.”
We had a free morning, we could use the facilities and in the afternoon, we were off clay pigeon shooting. Duke began to regale us of shoots on his estate and how he’d oftenbag the most birds; he accompanied that comment with a wink.
I finished my coffee and leaned in close to Laura. “How about now? I think I could do without listening to Duke and his bloodthirsty hobbies.” I had noticed Laura blanche at Duke’s tale of death.
We left the room with curious glances following us. “I wonder why they are so interested in us leaving?” Laura asked as we reached the French doors. She slipped off her shoes and placed them neatly by the frame.
“No idea,” I replied, holding the door open for her.
The minute my feet sank into the sand I began to relax. There was something about the coolness and the smell of the ocean that instantly affected my moods. I’d had a plan to retire to the coast when the time was right. Laura hooked her arm through mine, she was tiny compared to my six-foot-three-inch frame and I had to make sure to shorten my stride so she kept up.
We had weaved through some sand dunes when Laura suggested we sit for a while. I was aware of how private and shielded we were, although the beach was still fairly empty at that time of the morning.
“You are the first man to fuck me,” Laura said, keeping her gaze out to sea.
“The…?”
“Yes, and I decided I liked it. I’d like to try again.” She turned to me and smiled.
I laughed. “You’re certainly not worried about asking for what you want, are you?”
“That is what these weekends are about. Women get to choose, to decide what we want to do with whom and when. I choose you and now.”
“I thought it was against the rules to fuck without a condom.”
