Come and Get Me Page 7

  “Keep it up, wise guy,” said Ross. “Keep it up.”

  Martha looked white as a ghost when Ross stormed in. She rose from her desk, stricken. “Ross, you don’t want to go in there. I’m not sure what’s gotten into Eleesha, but she’s not in her right mind today.”

  He tossed the envelope on the desk. “You got that right. Have a look in there.”

  Martha read the grievance form. “This is crazy, Ross.”

  “That’s why I have to go in there, Martha.”

  “But I think you should…”

  Ross ignored the young woman’s advice. Striding purposefully across the floor he opened Eleesha’s door without knocking. He made it a half step when he crashed into the large wooden table. A flipping conference table parked right in front of the door.

  “Hello, Ross,” smiled Eleesha, in full splendor, sitting on the edge of her desk in a gray pinstripe suit.

  “Eleesha, what is this doing here? Do you want to kill me now, in addition to making my life a living hell?”

  “It’s there for security. To prevent intruders. See how well it works? Stopped you dead in your tracks, didn’t it?”

  Ross wasn’t fooled for a moment. “I know what this is about. It’s your little revenge for what I said yesterday.”

  She shook out her curls, a blatant attempt at feminine distraction. “Oh, did you say something?” She blinked innocently. “I don’t remember.”

  “You and I…on top of a table,” he jogged her memory.

  “Oh…that.” She sighed. “Yes, I did wait for you this morning, all naked and wet, but you never showed. Say, why don’t you get one of your little bimbos to play on it with you? That’s a good idea, isn’t it?”

  Ross wheeled around, retrieved the envelope, stalked back, tore it in half and slapped it on her desk. “This is what I think of your report.”

  “Ooh,” she mocked. “Such a show of power. You don’t know what it does to me.”

  Ross’ jaw snapped closed, teeth set on edge. “Grow up, Eleesha! I’ve had just about enough of your nonsense.”

  She raised a brow, thrilled to have gotten his goat. “What’s the matter, Ross baby? Are grown-up gals a little harder for you to handle?”

  He grasped his head on both sides. It was going to split open any minute. “For the last time, Eleesha, I have had nothing to do with any woman at this company, except for you. And trust me, that’s a mistake I won’t repeat.”

  “I’ll ignore the insult, Ross,” she said coolly, “because I know you’re under stress. But I’d be careful from here on in, if I were you.”

  “Thanks for the warning, Eleesha.”

  “Don’t mention it.” She crossed her legs. “So I assume you’ve started packing up your desk?”

  He shook his head. “You’re really a piece of work, aren’t you? Well, just consider this, whatever happens. I came here to help this company. I did this as a favor to a personal friend on your board. There are a hundred—hell, a thousand—places, it would be easier to be right now.”

  “Oh, please.” She made a face. “You think I’m going to buy a line like that?”

  “No, Eleesha, I don’t. Not that it matters, because I’ve decided not to fight you anymore. I’m giving up, Eleesha.”

  Ross closed the door behind him. Never had he felt such a slam against his body and heart—not even his worst tackles compared. He headed straight back to his office and collapsed on the couch. The room continued to spin until, at last everything settled into darkness.

  * * * * *

  Eleesha just sat there in shock. The last thing she’d expected was for the great Ross Maclean to simply…surrender. It was all she’d ever wished for and yet the victory felt strangely hollow. Could it be she hadn’t really wanted to see him raked over the coals like this? For all those tears she’d shed, never quite seeming to get him out of her system, for all the times she’d played “what if”, speculating on how things might have been, she’d never once thought what it might be like to really win her revenge.

  Were all such triumphs as cheap and tawdry in the end?

  Maybe she needed a vacation, she thought. How many years had it been since she’d taken one?

  “Eleesha, what’s going on?” Martha had entered the office through the open door. She looked concerned and maybe a little angry.

  “You saw for yourself, Martha, the man left.”

  “You drove him off,” Martha accused. “With this…this craziness.”

  She was gesturing to the table, but she meant everything. The whole series of behaviors she’d shown since Ross’ arrival. “Martha, you don’t know—”

  “Yes I do,” she interrupted with unexpected boldness. “Because you told me, remember? And that means I’m free to form my own opinions. I’ve heard what you said, and I know Ross did wrong. But he’s trying to make it right and you’re not listening.”

  “I am, too.”

  “No, Eleesha. You’re not. That report you wrote out—did you know that he told me that Kelly came to him and wanted sex but he refused?”

  Eleesha hid her discomfort. “But I’m sure he did something to give her that idea. He is not innocent in this.”

  “You knew that, didn’t you? Did Kelly tell you?”

  Eleesha frowned. “I wasn’t planning to turn the complaint in,” she murmured. “I just wanted him to see it.”

  “It seems to me that you need to go after him. And now it’s your turn to apologize,” Martha pursued. “Because from where I stand, you’re the one in the wrong.”

  “I could fire you, you know.”

  “You’ll only come begging me to come back tomorrow.”

  “True.”

  “He went to his office, Eleesha. Go get him.”

  Eleesha nodded. “You’re right. As always.”

  She would go to him. To make amends. And relieve some pressure.

  * * * * *

  Ross felt a hand tapping his shoulder.

  “Ross, it’s me, are you okay?” came the concerned, female voice. He recognized the perfume, the sweet, succulent scent.

  “Eleesha,” he sat up. “What— Where—”

  He was groggy as she handed him a glass of water. “Drink this,” she said. “You passed out.”

  “I passed out?” It seemed incredible. Then again he had no recollection of getting from Eleesha’s office to the couch of his own. Nor had he any clue as to how much time had elapsed.

  “I’m afraid it was my fault,” she said softly.

  Ross blinked, clearing his vision. Eleesha was on her knees in front of him. She was moist-eyed, looking like a teenager again. He drew a sharp breath as she began to unbutton her jacket. She had no blouse underneath, only a silken bra.

  “Eleesha, what are you doing?”

  “I owe you this, Ross, for being such a bitch.”

  He squirmed, fighting a dangerously strong erection. “That’s not necessary. Anything you did, I had coming.”

  She smiled, radiant and so very gentle. “Call it a reward, then,” she shed the suit jacket, “for not yielding to the temptation of Kelly.”

  “Eleesha, this is not a direction we need to go.”

  She moistened her lips and undid her bra. Her breasts swung free. He’d never really fully appreciated them, on their own like this. Tiny masterpieces.

  “Your cock thinks otherwise.” Her fingers fell into his lap.

  He grabbed for her, but he feared he would not have the strength to stop her. “My cock doesn’t do my thinking anymore. And I won’t let it rule you either. No more sex—we agreed.”

  “Not sex,” she shook her beautiful head. “At least not according to our former president.”

  His manhood swelled in eagerness. She intended to suck him off. “Eleesha, if you push this any further, I warn you, there are going to be consequences.”

  She unzipped his pants. As feared, he was mounting no resistance.

  “Like what?” she teased, jiggling her breasts as she released hi
m from his boxers. “A spanking?”

  “No. Worse. If you pursue this any further, if you give yourself to me again, even a little, I won’t be able to let you go this time.”

  She laughed. “Gonna keep me caged up, are you?”

  “It’s not a laughing matter, Eleesha…”

  She kissed the tip of his shaft, ignoring his attempts at serious discussion. A tiny drop of his pre-come slipped into her mouth as she sucked the small opening. The bulbous head quivered in anticipation. Slowly, very slowly now, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, stopping an inch down. The vein on the underside throbbed with need. He was ready for the pressure, the friction.

  The explosion.

  “Eleesha,” he sighed, running his fingers through her hair. “Do you have any idea how much I need you?”

  She replied by lowering her head another few inches, taking him closer to the back of her throat. Using her tongue, she worked the vein, giving him maximum sensation. Ross responded with deep groans. Leaning back against the leather sofa, he gave up all thoughts of pushing her away. Whatever happened now would be left up to the gods of lust.

  Ross had a large cock and there was no way that Eleesha could take all of him. But she could wrap her hands around the exposed base as she deep-throated him, giving him the feeling of complete envelopment. Ross stroked her head appreciatively, giving every indication that Eleesha was in the right place at the right time.

  In fact, he was on the verge of coming. With great effort, he held himself back. Eleesha’s mouth was not what he wanted, sexy and tight as it was. He wanted to make love, wanted to get inside of her. Did he owe her another special warning as to what this would mean? A reminder of the path she was taking?

  Ross felt like a man who’d sat on the fence too long. He wasn’t getting any younger, he was in his prime and there was no one, no one at all on the horizon for him. Except Eleesha. She was the only one among all the women he’d had whom fate had boomeranged back into his life. The only one who’d ever given him this much trouble or shown this much promise.

  He would make this vow—if they completed this act, here and now, he would not leave her. He would stay by her side. He would marry her. Or die trying.

  Lifting her head, he looked into her eyes and said, “I think you should go now. You don’t want me. Not forever.”

  “I want…love,” she breathed, her lips glistening.

  He pulled her by the upper arms so that her lips were against his. “We can’t…play games…anymore.”

  She shook her head no. Did that mean she agreed or disagreed?

  “Eleesha, if we make love, we’ll be engaged.”

  “Hush,” she said, nuzzling his neck. “Just enjoy. Just live.”

  His hands reached greedily for her breasts. This was something he could never get enough of. Her body was a drug, and she’d brought it right back in here, under his very nose. Such a wickedly wonderful creature…

  “Your skirt,” he ordered. “Take it off.”

  “Now that I’ll obey,” she said, fumbling at the waistband.

  His eyes widened as she whipped the material aside revealing a perfect brown-thatched pussy.

  “No panties,” he exclaimed.

  “I lost them on the way over,” she rasped. Her fingers played over his earlobe, driving him wild.

  “On my cock,” he commanded. “Ride it.”

  She straddled him. “Yes, sir.”

  Ross grunted, sinking himself, deeply, satisfyingly into the silky depths of her. She was so wet and warm. The best fit he’d ever known. Eleesha purred, shifting, to rest her weight on her knees. She wanted leverage, to fuck him for real.

  “Hold on tight,” she warned.

  Ross seized her breasts—as good a set of handles as any.

  Thrusting her hands behind her neck, interlacing her fingers, she began to move. Back-arching, feline moves—belly-sucking, nipple-peaking moves. The kind of moves that could arouse any man. Eleesha was all female, that was certain. He’d known dancers and prostitutes—women who made a living from selling sex—and none had the natural erotic power that she had.

  And she was all his.

  Once he’d let her get away. This time there would be no escape.

  “I want you to come,” Ross said, grabbing her hips. “I want you to come for me. Let it all out.”

  Eleesha threw back her head, a look of pure and silent joy on her face. Her eyes were closed. He’d never seen anything so breathtaking in his life. His cock felt like it was going to blow apart. He was going to shoot his seed so far up in her womb that it would end up in her belly. But he had to wait for her. He had to hold off until he witnessed her yielding to him, once and for all.

  “Come, Eleesha…for me.”

  The words spurred her on. She bucked on top of him, writhing like an obscene cowgirl, a mermaid thrashing in a foaming, pre-orgasmic sea.

  “Together…” he hissed, as much to hold himself back as to move her forward. “We come together.”

  Eleesha moaned. Over and over, trying to stifle the sound, as she started to come. Midway through, he joined her, finally allowing his own pent-up release. His semen shot forth, up inside her, satisfyingly deep. Eleesha received him with a complete welcome, her pussy muscles tightening to hold him, her belly pushing forward against him. She wanted this, wanted him, and her every motion said so.

  They held fast to each other, allowing themselves to slide gently back down a slow and lazy spiral from the jagged peak of ecstasy. It was a sweet and silent clinging, elemental and powerful. At last she collapsed upon him, spent. He suckled at her neck, instinctively giving her comfort and approval as his woman.

  “Mmm,” she sighed. “This just gets better and better.”

  “And to think it’s only the beginning.”

  She giggled. “Don’t get too carried away, cowboy. You’ll be leaving pretty soon.”

  So she really doesn’t understand, he thought. Well, she soon would. “I’m not leaving, sweetie. I told you, we’re forever now.”

  Eleesha lifted her head, trying to see if he was joking. Seeing no smile, she said. “There’s nothing forever about us, Ross. It’s just fireworks. One explosion touching another. Surely you see that by now?”

  “I don’t see anything,” he caressed her cheek lightly, “except a beautiful woman on my lap who is going to be my wife.”

  Eleesha climbed off him like he had a sudden case of the plague. “Are you crazy?” she exclaimed.

  “I don’t believe so, no.” He was smiling lightly, in his element with this woman at long last. If only he’d thought to do this long ago. How much pain they might have avoided.

  “I’m getting out of here.” She bent over, searching for her clothes.

  “After work tonight, we’ll go.”

  “Go where?” she asked as she finished dressing.

  “To the Caribbean,” he replied, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “To be married.”

  Chapter Six

  Eleesha hightailed it back to her office. “Martha,” she called out on the way to her inner sanctum. “If Ross comes, call security. Better still, call the local psychiatric hospital, because the man is certifiable!”

  Martha blinked. “What did you say, Eleesha?”

  Eleesha slammed and locked her door.

  Martha commenced to knock. “Eleesha, are you okay?”

  “Okay? Of course I’m not okay. I’m being stalked.”

  “By Ross?”

  Martha sounded skeptical. Why did no one but her see what a menace this man was?

  “Obviously by Ross. He is coming to get me. He has it in his head that he is going to marry me.”

  “Marry you?”

  “That’s right. Now do you believe me that there’s something seriously disturbed about him?”

  “Do you mean he proposed?” Martha sounded eager, happy and not at all mortified like she should be.

  “No, Martha, a proposal is when you as
k. Ross told me I was marrying him. He isn’t going to take no for an answer.”

  “Oh, Eleesha,” she exclaimed. “That’s wonderful. I just knew he was madly in love with you.”

  “Wonderful!? It’s awful.” Eleesha opened her door back up to confront her assistant face-to-face. “Don’t you get it? He plans to kidnap me to the Caribbean for a fly-by-night marriage. Does that sound normal to you?”

  “Normal, no,” she agreed. “But romantic as hell—yes.”

  Eleesha buried her head in her hands. “Is it too late to put in for a transfer…to another universe?”

  “Yes,” said Ross, chipper as the break of dawn. “It is.”

  Eleesha stood behind Martha dramatically. “Make the bad, scary man go away.”

  “Hello, Martha,” said Ross. “Have you heard the good news?”

  “Eleesha told me… Congratulations, Ross.”

  “Thank you. I am a very, very lucky man. Especially if I’m able to hogtie my bride tight enough to get her to the altar.”

  “Ross, if you don’t leave now,” threatened Eleesha, “I’ll call security.”

  “Too late for that. I already made Lyle my honorary best man and Frank is going to hold the ring…in absentia, of course.” He cleared his throat. “It’s not my place to say, Eleesha, but you might want to make Martha your maid of honor.”

  “Oh, Eleesha, could I?” Martha tugged at her arm. “You know when you get back we could do up a small service here, with a reception, just for show.”

  “Martha, that’s a brilliant idea,” Ross concurred.

  “You’re both out of your minds.” Eleesha looked from one to the other. “Am I the only voice of reason left?”

  “Eleesha,” Lyle cried from the doorway. “Congratulations!”

  Frank was behind him and about a half dozen others. Eleesha wanted to crawl under a rock. Ross moved in effortlessly beside her.

  “Be nice to the people,” he whispered, as he smiled for the newcomers. “These folks think the world of you and they just want you happy.”

  Eleesha offered her best fake, corporate smile. There was no way she could resist this without making an embarrassing scene. Better to go along with things for now. Plenty of time to filet the man afterwards.