“Thank you, but I have no idea, it’s an off the peg number rather than couture,” she explained.
“I believe you have your own fashion line?” The confused look on Tasha’s face made Katy laugh. “The wonder of Google,” she explained.
“Ah, yes. I have modelled some items for a High Street store for a while now, but my friend who works in design is now leading a range that will carry my name, which is rather exciting, but I am not sure that makes a fashion line.”
“I bet you look fabulous in it all.” Katy immediately went into her next question. “So, you’re an actress too. Will we be seeing you in Hollywood any time soon?”
“Possibly, but I have no projects lined up beyond a British legal drama I’ll be shooting in London and L.A.,” she explained.
“How did you two meet?” She gestured towards Jim.
Tasha looked at him and expected him to intervene, but he didn’t. He tilted his head at her to indicate she should continue, but what should she say? That she was meeting with the studio about work and ended up being shagged senseless by him for a week and she was hooked? Maybe not.
“I was in New York on business as was Jim and we met up and enjoyed each other’s company and that was it.” She grinned broadly now.
“So, should we be listening out for wedding bells then, Tasha? Seventh time lucky for Jim?” she asked wryly.
“Never say never.” Tasha’s intention to entice but without committing to anything concrete seemed to have been successful judging by Katy’s arched brow and smile. “But I wouldn’t rush out to buy a hat just yet,” she added.
“And seventh time lucky?” she asked persistently.
“You never know, do you? Although I have never been married so am in no way an expert, but they do say lucky seven, don’t they?” she replied as they were moved along the carpet again, but not before Tasha had reached out and taken Katy’s hand and shook it again. “Thank you very much for your time.”
Katy stared at her and smiled, “No, thank you, Tasha.” As they were led away they heard Katy say to someone, “Maybe not a gold digger. She is cute though, beautiful and so warm. He would be mad to let her go.”
“Have you considered moving into P.R.? Very smooth, baby,” Jim said.
“P.R.? With my smart mouth, risky?” She laughed. Minding what she said and thinking about it before saying it had been harder than she’d imagined it might be.
“I love your smart mouth, sometimes more than others,” he said, resting his hand on her behind as they moved into the theatre.
“Jim,” came a cry from behind them.
They turned to find Jon Peters and his wife Helen heading towards them. They hugged each other warmly and then turned to hug each other’s partners.
Jon introduced Tasha to Helen then asked, “Are you free this week or early next week, Tasha? I have a proposition for you.”
“I am working next Monday and Tuesday and then I’m flying out to L.A. at the end of next week, but nothing else.”
“What about breakfast in the morning, all of us.” He gestured to the four of them.
“Okay,” she agreed curiously, wondering what his proposition was, and whether it had something to do with Jim.
They sat in the darkness of the theatre watching the movie and as Tasha became confused at the time travelling aspect of the plot she allowed her mind to wander to the previous night. As always Jim had been as good as his word and she had enjoyed the most memorable night so far with Jim and Bob.
She smiled to herself as she recalled it. After moving her belongings from next door she had taken him to the supermarket to get something for dinner and cooked a meal for him, much to his surprise and then they sat in front of the TV for a while before ending up back in their bed. That still gave her a fuzzy feeling inside,theirbed. He had gone into super sex god mode and she had lost track of time and orgasms when he pulled her to her feet and pinned her against the wall with her arms held above her head. She felt weak and wasn’t sure her legs would be able to support her, but she needn’t have worried as Jim was more than happy to support her as he entered her, their bodies fusing together as one. She recalled how she’d cried out at the sensation.
Somehow, standing up had made things more intense, deeper and then as he began to move inside her she heard it, the faint buzz of a vibrator. She soon discovered his intention for it when his hand disappeared behind her. Her initial thought was that he was merely supporting her by putting a hand underneath her behind. She was wrong. He actually went beyond her cheeks, spread them, then his finger penetrated her gently; he moved it slowly and gently, in and out and then replaced it with the smallest vibrator making her gasp.
“Relax Tasha. Trust me, baby,” he said and kissed her gently as he moved it in and out, making her moan.
She had never felt so full and that in itself was a serious turn on and very quickly she was crying out as she climaxed again a split second before him. He stilled for a second and removed the vibrator before returning her to the bed where he kissed her again, gently at first and then more forcefully, starting with her face and then moving slowly down her body until he was between her thighs again, making her call out his name. He got to his feet and smiled at her.
She sat up and attempted to take him in her hands and she hoped her mouth, but he pulled back. “No. This is for you, Tasha. Lie down, baby,” he told her, his voice firm letting her know she just needed to comply. “Close your eyes.”
She was lying still with her eyes shut when she felt his head back between her legs.
“No, James. I don’t think I can.” She’d felt her senses were completely frazzled, she was so sensitive to every touch he made. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do this again without losing control, mentally, emotionally and physically.
