She was tempted to peep from under the blindfold which is when he did his mind reading trick. “No peeking.”
A series of giggles left her mouth which were punished, or rewarded, with a smack to her behind.
“I like this outfit baby, your ass is already out and ready for me.” He set her down on her feet.
She had absolutely no idea which room she was in now; it smelt odd, unfamiliar, but maybe that was because she was blindfolded. He walked her backwards until she felt the bed behind her and lowered her down onto it before lying next to her. He gently ran his fingers up and down her body until they settled on the blindfold that he pulled off, revealing her location. The reintroduction of light caused Tasha to wince and close her eyes again, but as she opened them she realised she was no longer in her flat. This was next door, she remembered it from when she and Lucy had viewed it. The room had recently had a lick of paint, but it was obvious where they were.
She got to her feet and looked down at him still lying on the bed staring at her.
“What have you done?” she asked accusingly.
“Taken out a six month lease with an option to extend to a year,” he answered flatly.
“Why? I have a home next door and I won’t be here too much anyway,” she cried.
His face remained expressionless. “You, we need somewhere bigger. You have Pippa and Dan to think of and I have you and Lizzie to consider. This place has enough room for you, me and whoever else we may want to stay. As for your home next door, when you are only a fleeting visitor it won’t be your home, it will be Lucy’s and Ryan’s. You have the edge of a shelf in your own bathroom and diminishing shampoo levels, that is not a home, Tasha. I used to be amused when I was in college and heard my house-mates bumping uglies in the next room, but I am so over it now. I don’t want to hear Ryan and Lucy at it at three in the morning and am even less inclined to think of them hearing us. This was all sorted before Pippa chose to live with your grandparents. We discussed it.”
“No, we didn’t discuss it. You made a comment about me needing somewhere bigger and now this,” she accused.
“If you don’t like it we can get somewhere else. If you still need a London base after the lease is up we can buy somewhere, somewhere more fitting,” he said calmly.
“It’s not about not liking it. It’s about you just turning up with a fate accomplie, all Mr Control Freak. You don’t even see that you have done anything wrong. What do you mean somewhere more fitting?” She sounded and felt exasperated.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Then fate accomplie is acceptable. I am Mr Control Freak, so I haven’t done anything wrong.” He watched her from his position lying on the bed, propped up on his side.
“You are infuriating, James.”
“Right back at ya.”
He smiled at her, softening her slightly.
“You still haven’t explained what you meant about somewhere more fitting.”
“Somewhere bigger, a more secure property, a property unknown to your parents, and most importantly has en suite bathroom with a shower cubicle and a bath big enough for two.” He grinned, hoping this pointless debate was coming to an end. “Come here. Check our new bed out with me.”
She stared at him and was still irritated by his attitude that because he acknowledged the fact he was a control freak that this made anything he did perfectly acceptable and she just had to accept it. However, she could feel her irritation subsiding as he lay there looking at her, waiting for her to join him. Maybe she wouldn’t. Then he did it, the thing that ensured she would be doing exactly as he asked. He summoned her to him with the curling of his finger and suddenly she was there, under him as he devoured her mouth and before she knew it she was naked and writhing around calling his name.
“So, do we have anything other than a bed?” asked Tasha as she lay across Jim’s chest with his arms and legs wrapped around her.
“Do we need anything else?”
“Not today, but possibly, long term.”
“I suppose you could have a point. There are integrated appliances in the kitchen, built in wardrobes and a delivery of some other furniture this afternoon, so if you could avoid discussing being trapped on furniture with the delivery men I would really appreciate it,” he said curtly as she realised he was aware of her entrapment on the stairs with the bed and the delivery man.
“Were you there?” she asked nervously.
“Better than that. I was in here and the delivery man told me if I didn’t like the place he would happily move in because the girl next door, who looks like the ‘bird’ off the TV is really hot and she gave him the come on out on the stairs. She told him ‘it wasn’t the first time she’d been trapped on a mattress.’ So, would you like to discuss appropriateness again, Natasha?” he asked as she looked up at him and cringed.
“It sounds bad when you put it like that.”
“Because it is bad, Tasha, inappropriate you could say. You need to think before you speak. That guy really thought you were interested in him and that is potentially dangerous for you. You and your ass,” he said as he smacked her behind firmly.
“Sorry,” she said and explained, “I didn’t think it would come across like that. I actually don’t think before I speak, but I will try to. Are you mad at me again?”
