“I don’t know,” admitted Tasha as they entered the empty lift.
“He’s in a meeting and should be for a little while. Do you want to come up and have a coffee, settle your nerves?” asked Amanda, comforting Tasha still.
“Yes, I think I need to see Jim.” Tasha felt a little calmer now.
“If you’re sure,” replied a hesitant Amanda.
Tasha was sitting in Marcus’ office with Amanda who had left the office door open so she could hear her own phone and monitor her desk whilst still keeping Tasha hidden away.
They sipped their coffee. “Sorry about landing you in it with me and all of this,” Tasha said to a smiling Amanda.
“Don’t worry about that. Let’s talk about Mickie. Exactly what did you see?”
Tasha told the other woman the details of what she’d seen. When she heard it aloud she thought she sounded neurotic and that there could be a rather innocent explanation for what she had seen; the parting of old friends, a kiss and an embrace, like she did with her friends, with Gerry, or Jake. She pushed Gerry and kissing in the same sentence from her mind. Maybe she should tell Jim about that kiss in London. It had been nothing, meant nothing. It was a single kiss, closed lips against closed lips and no more. No passion nor desire. Nothing beyond a platonic love, friendship and gratitude for all he’d ever been and done for her.
“Do you think I’m mad?” asked Tasha.
“No, of course not. Look, I may not have all of the answers, but I know Jim loves you and he doesn’t love Mickie, so whatever is going on between them it isn’t what you think, but you can’t trust Mickie. Not an inch. So whatever you choose to do now, do not allow her to spoil what you and Jim have together and if you need to you fight fire with fire—” before Amanda could continue they both heard voices including Jim’s.
Amanda returned to her desk and unsure what to do, Tasha decided that her friend was right, confirming her own earlier thoughts. Jim was not cheating on her with Mickie, but he was keeping secrets. Mickie, on the other hand was undoubtedly up to no good and would take every opportunity to gain ground and win favour with Jim. She followed the other woman to her desk so when Jim looked up he saw her. He looked shocked, but absolutely thrilled to see her.
“Tasha, what are you doing here? This is a surprise, but a lovely one,” he said genuinely as he went over to where she stood and bent down to kiss her. “Amanda, hold my calls until my two o’clock arrives.” He took Tasha’s hand before leading her into his office. “So what brings you here, baby?” Jim took his seat behind his desk.
“You,” replied Tasha honestly.
“Me? How’s that?” He smiled through his confusion.
Tasha shrugged. “I missed you.”
“Baby, I’ve only been gone four and a half hours.” He smiled at her again, although he got what she meant because he missed her every second they were apart. “I thought you were meeting Abby today.”
“I was, but she was running late and then I changed my mind and decided I’d rather see you,” she said and thought it was essentially the truth.
“I see.” He moved around until he was perched on the edge of his desk facing Tasha.
“Have you been busy?” Tasha hoped to gain some information from him, more precisely to see if he was going to lie to her.
“Not especially. I had some people to see first thing and then I had to go out and see someone, oh and I dropped our pre-nups off at Bryce’s office,” he told her making her smile far too much.
“Are you okay, honey? You seem odd, dropping by and such a big grin about our pre-nup.” He was confused by her reaction as much as her presence.
“I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone,” she replied cryptically whilst strangely reassured by his admission that he’d gone out to see someone. Surely if he’d met Mickie for a romantic liaison or sex he wouldn’t have mentioned it at all, although he still was guilty of a lie of omission by not mentioning Mickie’s name, but for now she was willing to let that go.
“So, these two birds?” He quirked an eyebrow.
Tasha got to her feet and stood between Jim’s open legs as she draped her arms around his neck. “Bird one—” She kissed him gently on the lips. “I am seeing you now. Bird two—” She kissed him again, longer and deeper this time while loosening his tie. “Bird two—” she repeated. “I believe I owe you a date on your conference table and the stone, well that would be me.” She grinned then squealed as she found herself being carried to the table and laid down on it.
“I did wonder if you’d forgotten that particular debt, baby.” He grinned as he looked down at her, removing his tie and shirt, revealing his firm and smooth sculpted body that she found so attractive.
“As if I could ever forget.” Tasha bit down into her lip, somehow trying to temper her desire. Jim reached beneath the calf length, black tube skirt that had already ridden up to above her knees and pulled her black lace thong over her new leather boots that he stroked gently.
“I love these boots, Tasha, with this skirt or your sexy uniform, baby. It works with everything.” He grinned an incredibly wolfish grin that made him look like some kind of evil genius as he leaned down and pulled her towards him before lying over her. Without preamble he invaded her mouth, the stroking of his tongue almost made her forget Mickie.
However, havingforgottenher once before she was determined not to make the same mistake twice.
Jim carefully trailed kisses down her neck and chest before pulling Tasha up to remove her bright orange t-shirt. He continued kissing down her body before finally falling to his knees and pulling her to the edge of the table where she watched his face disappearing between her thighs. She groaned, knowing the sheer pleasure he was capable of giving her like this. As she considered that this was not exactly what she’d had in mind when she came here she felt Jim’s warm mouth covering her clitoris, gently pulling it between his teeth as he inserted one and then a second finger inside her, making her gasp through gritted teeth.
“James,” she called half-heartedly, slipping her fingers into his hair, but he didn’t hear or just ignored her, continuing to lick, suck and nip at her clitoris whilst rubbing against her g-spot with his fingers until she cried out a muffled moan hoping nobody could hear her.
