All of me (9 page)

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Emily slams the door and stomps up the
stairs she is mad as hell, they had agreed neither of them wanted a
relationship why is he moving the goalpost now when things were just getting
interesting?  Why had he gone from a handsome stranger, who she enjoyed having
sex with, to a jealous boyfriend for god sake?  Why was she mad anyway she
could go out and have sex with any man she chooses?

Opening the fridge she pours herself a
glass of wine gulping a mouthful immediately her insides churning with anger. 
Damn the man!

‘What do you mean he wanted a relationship?’
Lucy’s eyes are like saucers, ‘I thought it was a casual thing.’

‘Exactly my point!’ I fume, ‘isn’t it
supposed to be the other way around, us woman want more and the men prefer to
play the field?’

‘Oh Emily,’ Lucy groans, ‘did you mention
the surrogacy?’ she rolls her pretty green eyes up to her blonde hair.

‘Yes, but that wouldn’t have made a
difference Lucy, the fact remains that I am not ready for a relationship.’

‘How do you know?’ she scowls, ‘I never
knew with Tom. I hadn’t had a proper relationship until I met him and he swept
me off my feet.’ Her eyes implore me to comprehend.

‘Yes, but Matt didn’t Luce, he dropped me
off and skidded up the road,’ I express, her eyes widen.

‘Was that Matt?  I heard that the other
night! Well, he was obviously upset.’

‘I don’t know, life is less dramatic
without men in my opinion.’ I sigh.

‘Maybe, but not half as exciting,’ Lucy
grins before whispering, ‘what about the sex?’

‘I know right! I have just discovered it
and lost it within a few weeks,’ I grin back, ‘when all this surrogacy is
over…..’ I leave the rest to her imagination.

‘Tom still isn’t happy,’ Lucy mumbles her
gaze moving down to her fidgety hands, ‘but we are getting there.’

‘How are you feeling?’ I test.

‘I am fine, onwards and upwards.  By the way,
Tom got you a ticket to the summer ball next weekend, he insists you have as
much fun as possible,’ she winks, ‘who knows you may find a willing participant
in the Emily school of sex.’

I giggle, but my insides lurch at the
thought of anyone else touching me but Matt.  I frown, but stop myself
remembering I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to touch me before Matt actually did,
it was obviously an of the moment thing.

I avoid the gym instead I take to running
every night to distract me from the sensations that arrive when I allow my mind
to wander back to the few nights I spent with Matt.  My mind cannot comprehend
what exactly happened, one moment we were enjoying each other’s company, and
the next poof! He wanted more. Maybe it was the virgin thing men were very
territorial I hear, god another thought passes through my mind, what if Matt’s
way of sex is different from other men, I wouldn’t even be aware!

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We enter into the hotel of the summer ball
the following Saturday night.  I have made an extra effort wearing one of
Lucy’s expensive dresses that barely covers my backside. I remain angry
regarding Matt and feel dangerously irrational.  I am dressed in a black dress,
simple, yet elegant which swoops at the neck revealing a hint of cleavage, I
have on my nude heels and bag, my dark hair has been curled reaching way down
my back.

Lucy has a grey dress on also short but
still remaining decent, her blonde hair curled around her pretty face.  Tom is
wearing a tuxedo and looks very handsome, with his blonde hair and blue eyes,
they make an amazing couple.  As I strut through the foyer I feel young and
alive.  I enjoy these events due to the fact that most of the men run a mile
from strong women and I tend to take advantage of this, by using this as a
means of entertainment.

‘Please behave yourself, Emily,’ Tom warns
with a sparkle in his eye.

‘I don’t know what you mean, Tom!’ I grin
and Lucy giggles.

‘Don’t spoil my fun Tom, I love watching
the men squirm,’ Lucy puts her arm through her husbands, ‘come, let the
children play,’ she instructs, moving him into the room.

I follow Lucy and Tom into the ballroom,
which has been decorated tastefully as always, we are greeted at the door by
waiting staff with glasses of champagne balancing on silver trays.  I collect a
glass and sip it almost groaning at the glorious taste.

‘This is good stuff,’ I mumble to Tom who
agrees wholeheartedly.

‘That it is Emily, right let us see where
they have placed us this time.  I imagine after last year, we won’t be seated
anywhere near the Anderson’s,’ we move over to the table plan and locate our
table.

I am seated next to one of the senior
partners at Tom’s practice and he is handsome, Timothy Daniels is in his
mid-thirties and an obvious flirt.  The weirdest thing is, since I met Matt, I seem
to have a newfound confidence with the whole flirting thing.  I used to take
offence, usually throwing a deadly glance or an insult of my own, which immediately
put a stop to the lightness resulting in its owner making a hasty retreat.

‘So, are you dating anyone special, at the
moment Emily?’ Tim probes.

‘No Tim, I am too busy for dating,’ I
reply.

‘Come now, you must have some recreational
time?’ he insists.

I shrug taking in his appearance, he has
dark hair that flops over his forehead and ice blue eyes his smile is easy, his
physique slim.  I picture him above me as he enters me, but all I can see is
Matt’s face, well of course I have nothing to compare it to.  I push away the
fluttering within me when I think of Matt, physically shaking him out of my
head.

‘What none at all?’ Tim teases.

‘Maybe,’ I smile.

‘So, can I take you out one evening?’  Tim’s
blue eyes move over me, fixating on my breasts.

‘I guess you will you be expecting sex?’ I
hear Tom cough his wine out, whilst Lucy giggles uncontrollably.

‘Er…’ Tim flushes and I grin over at Lucy,
who has tears rolling down her cheeks.

‘Emily,’ Tom calls, ‘I work with Tim, just
a reminder.’

‘I am only teasing, Tim,’ I tap his arm,
‘of course you will want sex,’ we have all consumed quite a bit of alcohol, so
I imagine no one will think anything of my comments.  I smile at Tom before
tipping back my glass.

After dinner, the dancing begins and Tim
encourages me to join him. ‘Come on party girl,’ he stands offering his hand
which I take and join him on the dance floor. I smooth down my dress and I
notice Tim’s eyes fall to my thighs, ‘that is quite some dress you have their
Emily,’ he takes my hand, moving the other to my waist and moves us to the
music of the band.

‘Why, thank you, Tim.’ I murmur wondering
why, when Tim is moving his hand up and down my spine it doesn’t have the same
effect as when Matt does it or did it, has Matt spoiled it for me with the
whole male population now?

‘So, about this date,’ Tim murmurs into my
ear, ‘how about tonight?’

I guess to some people that may have been
romantic, to me all it signified was cheap!  Maybe he doesn’t want to fork out
on a dinner this one already being paid for. 

It was happening again, pre-Matt days this
is exactly what happened when men showed an interest, I would find something
that wasn’t right an excuse to validate our incompatibility.

‘I am busy tonight,’ I force a smile.

‘Excuse me, Tim,’ a stern voice calls, ‘may
I cut in?’ I turn to find Matt is standing, all sexy in his tuxedo, his eyes
murderous and directed towards me.

‘Matt!’ is all that exits my mouth. Tim reluctantly
relents, realizing we are acquainted and that Matt is a client.

‘Of course, good to see you Matthew,’ he
shakes hands with Matt, before handing me over.

My heart drops and I can hardly breathe as
Matt takes one hand, putting the other on my hip and brings me tight against
his body.  My insides are tingling and I frown.

‘What are you doing here, Matt?’ I growl.

‘I was invited, as a client,’ he expresses
coldly.

‘Why are you so mad?’ I almost pant at the
sensations his body against mine is creating.  He glares down towards me,
pulling me into his groin and I flush.

‘Because you dump me on my arse one week
claiming you don’t want a relationship, then I find you in the arms of another
man the week after, dressed like a supermodel, what exactly is it you want Emily?’
he furies quietly, as we sway to the music.

‘Matt.’ I breathe pushing against him as if
my senses are craving him, his eyes penetrate mine and my insides warm, I feel
a heavy feeling in my sex as I take a deep breath in, ‘right now, all I want is
you inside me,’ I whisper to him and he takes a sharp intake of breath.

‘Emily!’ he warns.

‘I am sorry,’ my hand is inside his jacket
against his hard, muscular body and I move it across his taut muscles savoring
the sensation, ‘but it is beyond my control.’  

‘Seriously Emily,’ he croaks as I feel him
harden into me, I move against him and groan into his ear.

‘What are you doing to me, you have ruined
me for other men?’ I whisper, ‘I could come right here,’ I groan quietly. He
gasps as his hand moves up and down my hip, I can hardly breathe his eyes have
me mesmerized. I feel my heart flip flop, shit he has me captivated.  The music
ends and everyone claps, I intend to move away but he drops our clasped hands but
the other remains on my hip keeping me glued to him, ‘you cannot move right now,’
he warns and I comprehend immediately.

‘Want to get out of here?’ I tempt.

‘For what Emily, a night of sex?’ he taunts,
pushing his hand in his pocket.

‘Yes,’ I reply, ‘absolutely.’ His eyes hold
mine for what seems like minutes, but is probably seconds, before he guides me
in the direction of the door.

‘I need to fetch my bag,’ I call.  He
releases me, standing rigid at the door to the foyer.

I collect my belongings and wink at Lucy,
who is smiling thoughtfully at me, before I exit the hotel with Matt.

Tom turns to Lucy as he watches Emily exit,
‘what did I tell you Luce?’  Lucy sighs her eyes moving to her husbands before
nodding, he snakes his arms around her, ‘we will work something out we have
each other.’

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A car pulls up and we climb inside, Matt leans
his head against the back of the chair.

‘You ok?’ I probe, as I move over to him. His
hand locates my thigh as he turns to me, his eyes black with desire.

‘One more night,’ he confirms, before
moving his fingers towards my aching sex.

‘One more night,’ I agree, as I bring his
head down to mine.  I have no concept of the driver, or the length of time we
are in the car, I am back in my bubble of lust as my body aches for Matt’s
touch.  His fingers are stroking the insides of my thigh just below my sex and
I am all but panting into his mouth, Matt removes his fingers, leaving me
empty.

‘Matt?’ I croak in question and he glances
towards the driver, his face flushed his eyes pebbles of lust.  I cannot wait,
my insides are tight, my sex wet.  I run a hand through my hair and exhale a
breath, before long we are at Matt’s house.

I glance at Matt, ‘a change of scenery’ he
murmurs in explanation as he exits the car and moves around to my side, helping
me out.  We enter the house moving directly into the Kitchen, which is huge and
kitted out with every conceivable mod con, including a flat screen TV fixed
into the wall.  Matt moves over to the huge American fridge and opens a bottle
of wine tipping two glasses full. 

I am leaning against the counter top
observing him as he shrugs out of his jacket and throws it over a chair, he
seems angry with me or himself, I am not sure but refuse to enquire.

‘Do you want me here?’ I relent, after what
seems an age.

He walks towards me placing a glass in my
hand, ‘if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here,’ he mutters impatiently, ‘cheers’ he
chinks my glass.

‘Cheers,’ I echo before talking a mouthful
of the delicious wine, Matt’s eyes remain on mine as he too gulps his before
replacing it on the side.  Apprehension rushes through my insides as I sense he
is contemplating his next move, I place my glass close to his before standing
upright and moving over to take the lead.

I undo the bow tie at his neck and begin to
unbutton his shirt as I reach his slacks, I pull the tails, pushing it apart
exposing his toned body.  My mouth moves to kiss his chest, my tongue swirling
around his nipple, I feel him tense and glance up.

‘You like?’ I whisper.

‘I like,’ he returns pulling me into him
his lips finding mine, I expect angry passion due to his demeanor instead I
find gentle and tender.  This throws me off completely as he takes my chin and
kisses me thoroughly his lips and tongue making love to my mouth.  My insides
warm as every thought and reason in my head disappear, I am enchanted by a mere
kiss.