Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

James

“Morning, Kirstie.”

The concierge smiles from her desk as we enter and cross the lobby. “Good morning, Mr Alexanders. Morning Charlotte.” Then she riffles through a stack on her in-tray. “Oh, Charlotte. Some mail for you. I had to sign for this one.” She offers a small padded envelope, then, clearing her throat, “Um, James…”

“I’ve not forgotten my promise, Kirstie. I’m seeing Ryan later this week on-site. I’ll make a point of allowing extra time for a chat with him.”

“Thank you.” She bobs her head, the pearl on her velvet choker bobbing with her.

Charlotte looks curiously but briefly, her attention taken by the packet. She receives very little mail.

And there’s only so many people who might send her a package…

My antennae twitching, “Why don’t we go up to my office,” I say. “Have a coffee together before we start the working day. You can open it there…”

… In privacy…

She nods, going into silent running. As we ride the elevator, she crosses her arms, then uncrosses them, then recrosses them, all the while clutching the packet.

As the doors swish open, Francis looks up from her desk. “Coffee for two, please, Francis.” And as I wave Charlotte into my office I turn back to the receptionist and hold an invisible telephone receiver to my ear, then draw a finger across my neck in a cut-your-own-throat gesture, mouthing at her silently: “Michael.”

She nods understanding and heads for her phone.

Inside the office I prise the envelope from Charlotte’s fingers, placing to one side. Then taking her by the shoulders, I turn her to face me. “I’m tempted to take it from you, open it for you and only tell you what is inside after I’ve checked it for myself. But I don’t think that would be right. However…” I lay a fingertip on her lips… “I will ask that, whatever is in there, you remember our conversation of a few days ago. Alright?”

She’s blinking too quickly. Her movements are jerky, but, “Yes, Master.”

I kiss her on the mouth, then offer her the envelope again. She starts to open it but pauses as we are interrupted by Francis tapping at the door, bringing in the coffee. Her eyes flick to the envelope and flick away again just

her, Charlotte tugs at the flap, trying to peel it open, fighting heavy-weight gum which refuses to yield. Parking a hip on the edge of my desk, I pass her a

rips, plastic bubbles bursting with small spiked

swallows, then turns it over onto my desk. A small plastic zip-bag slides out,

in silver filigree. She slides it out, holding it up to the light where it spins, glimmering. It’s only perhaps an inch wide, but it’s beautifully made

But I wait.

is simply folded in

come to see

write it himself, of course,” she comments, “if he had

What do you want

the clasp of the necklace. “Would you help

her neck, the butterfly sitting beside the

cursory tap, the door opens; Michael. His head swivels between Charlotte’s face, the letter in her hand and

her registers what he is seeing and silently I pass him the note. He reads it, then warily, “Do you want

the butterfly, sucks

*****

a promise to keep. And I’m not looking

scene with Michael at the club years ago. She’s a lovely girl and deserves the best in life. And as a

Dom, however well-meaning, is a formula

the conference table, I fold away plans and blueprints provided by Ryan. “That’s all fine. I’m very happy with the schematics

expression then proffers a folder. “I just wanted to be sure you were satisfied before I gave

Efficient as ever…

again. “Just give me two minutes

waiting calmly as I

Well within budget…