Page 50 of Festive Flings

“How did you get here?” he asks me as he pulls me inside by the hand.

“In a taxi. I realised how stupid I was being. I missed you and you might be leaving in a couple of weeks. I want to make the most of the time we have left, and spending the night apart just seems ridiculous when I quite obviously want to be here”.

Holding me close, he murmurs into me, “I missed you, too, but don’t do that; it's dangerous getting taxis this late on your own. You could have been hurt or kidnapped. Call me and I will come and get you. Promise me now.” I draw an X over my heart before he continues. “I don’t want the fucking job. All I want is you.”

“Yes, you do want the job, and that’s okay. But for now, let's just forget about the job and moving away and all that shit. Let’s just enjoy what we have right here, right now.”

My heart soars as he kisses me; a deep, beautiful kiss that tells me a story. “Okay, we won't worry about the job and the move. Tonight, I want to make love to you, baby. We’ve fucked and screwed and its been amazing; however, now I want to connect with you emotionally.”

Usually, when we are alone, we are frenzied, unable to wait or keep our hands off each other. Going slow seems to go against my natural inclination when I am with Owen, but my core throbs and floods at his words. I want him to make love to me, too. I want to make love with him.

As our bodies intertwine, my heart is soothed by the outward show of affection that Owen gives me. In a matter of days, he will be out of here for a new life in The Big Apple; however, for right now, especially tonight, he belongs to me, and I can allow myself to feel loved and cherished by the man of my dreams as we make love.

Will the memories be enough? I don’t know if they will; I don’t know if anything but the real thing will ever be enough, but it's better than no memories. At least I will have a small part of our time together kept safe in my heart, for me to bring out when the bleakness of life without Owen threatens to take over.

We make love into the early hours of the morning, and I fall asleep naked in his arms with a smile on my face and my body humming in satisfaction.

The alarm buzzing wakes me up, and when Owen starts to kiss down my neck, shivers of delight flow throughout my whole body.

“Last night was amazing, baby, same again tonight?” he whispers softly in between kisses. I shake my head at him.

“We have dinner reservations, remember? But once you’ve fed me and romanced me, I’m up for more of the same.”

I can't wait to tell Tim all my gossip, but when we get into work, the receptionist passes a note to me that tells me Tim won't be in today because he’s sick.

I make a note to call him at lunch so I can ensure he is okay. Tim has never taken a sick day. I wonder if Lauren has worn him out? I chuckle to myself at the thought of Tim finally meeting his match.

~ Billie ~

I am absolutely shattered today; it ended up being such a late night last night. When we got back home, Jonty showed me the photographs of the girls who were available for us on Saturday, which really turned me on. Jonty found it hilarious that he had to make me cum three times before I was finally satisfied. The girls available to us are so goddamn sexy that it's a hard job choosing just one. Finally, I decided I would be happy with any of the beautiful women on offer, so Jonty will have to choose for us.

It’s like a yawn a second between me and Dana, and I am thinking of texting Jamie to tell her I’m sneaking up to her flat for a nap because tonight is Open Mic Night, and so this is set to be one hell of a day at the office.

The morning rush is just starting to die down when Lol walks in looking like a bagwash woman, or a walking clothes horse. She takes one look at me and bursts into fresh tears. Lol is usually so positive, so jolly and happy that I am having a hard time believing this is really her.

“Oh, Billie. I’ve fucked everything right up,” she tells me through her sobs, so I take her through to the back room. I settle her in a comfy armchair, and Dana brings through hot drinks for us all.

“Come on, Lol, tell us what happened. I’m sure whatever it is, we can find a way to sort it out.”

She starts to tell us the story right from the night she met a man at a club… and ending where his friend called her a beach whale, and after punching his friend, her fella got down on one knee and proposed.

I grab her hand to see the ring, but her hands are devoid of jewellery. “Don’t tell me you turned him down?”

She nods as the tears stream freely down her face.

~ Jamie ~

Owen is called out of the office again, and after giving him a tight smile that I hope at least looks supportive, I throw caution to the wind and call Tim. I’m curious to see if he really is sick or just enjoying extra time in bed with Lauren. I’m also going to tell him about Owen’s job offer and ask his advice on what to do.

After three rings, I am about to give up when Tim finally answers. “What?” he spits out through his teeth.

“Tim? Are you okay?”

“No. No, I’m not, Jamie. I could really do with a friend right now. Any chance you could take your flexiday this afternoon so you can give me some advice, please?”

I explain to him that he will have to come to my flat because Owen is taking me to dinner this evening which he says is fine. Owen still hasn’t come back when lunch time approaches, so I leave a formal note explaining I am taking my flexiday and then I send a cheeky text to fill in the blanks.

Tim is waiting on my front doorstep when I get there; he hasn’t shaved or brushed his hair. I am being conservative here, but he sincerely looks like a bag of boiled shite.

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