desk, shaking his head, and sat back in his big leather office chair. “Sorry, Richard, we’ll have to leave it there for today.”
Richard, Iain’s 2IC, looked at his watch and smiled. It would be nice to finish as early as 7:00pm. At this stage in a project it was often 9 or later, even, like today, all through the weekend. “No need to apologise,” he grinned. “I’ll actually get to read the kids’ bedtime story.”
He knew it was all part of the territory when it came to working with Iain, but that didn’t mean it was easy to miss so much of seeing his three young children growing up. At just 34 he appreciated the chances Iain had given him to prove his mettle and reach his current position of power and responsibility, but with his elder son now 7 and his little daughter just 3 he knew he was missing out on a lot too.
Iain swivelled to his desk drawer and withdrew a bottle of Scotch. “Want a wee dram before you head off?”
“No thanks, Iain,” he declined. “I never feel comfortable driving with any alcohol in my blood. See you tomorrow.”
Iain raised a hand in farewell as Richard left and poured a generous measure of the single malt. He’d never noticed any impairment in his own driving after a dram of the nectar. A lifetime of practice, he supposed, liver well up for the task. He leaned back, rocking gently with the glass in one hand and his mobile in the other.
“Natasha, darling,” he said when she answered, but that was as far as he got before she cut in.
“Oh Iain,” she wailed. “You’re phoning to cry off again, aren’t you,” she accused him. “You promised me faithfully – no last minute hiccups or excuses this time, we’d have the whole evening and night together. I’ve been preparing all day for this. The food’s all prepared ready in the kitchen for our quiet night in – and so am I.” She ran a hand down her svelte body – a body that took most of her waking hours to maintain in its current condition - and her tongue flicked over her lower lip. “Do you want to know what I’m wearing for you?” she asked seductively.
Iain’s groan was answered by her throaty soft laughter.
“You know you want me,” Natasha continued, her voice low and sexy. “Just put on hold whatever else it is that’s happened and come on over as we planned.”
“You know I would if I could but I can’t let Chloe down, you know I can’t,” he pleaded.
“Oh, her,” Natasha’s voice was suddenly icy. She’d had as much as she could take of his ‘Princess’. “When are you going to realise she’s a grown woman now and doesn’t need her Daddy any more?”
“Ah but she does,” Iain said. “She doesn’t have a partner to look out for her and it’s a dangerous world now.” He took a slug of the whisky and continued. “Look, I’ll make it up to you. I have to go to Northamptonshire this Friday, but my work will only take a couple of hours max. How about we both spend all weekend there – just the two of us, no interruptions. What do you say?”
Natasha considered it while admiring herself in the huge mirror above her fireplace. “OK,” she finally conceded. “But only if you promise to turn your mobile off.”
That was a tough one. Iain felt naked without his mobile. His whole life revolved around being in constant communication with his workforce and contacts. His breathing quickened as he imagined what Natasha might be wearing at this moment. He felt himself harden, pushing hungrily against his trousers. If that was the price he had to pay, he most certainly wanted what it would buy him “You drive a hard bargain my love,” he complained. “But I agree your terms.”
Natasha smiled at her reflection. “You know I’m worth it.”
“Oh, I do. I’ll finalise arrangements with you tomorrow.” He ended the call and checked his watch. He’d have to get a move on if he wasn’t to be too late. He didn’t want Chloe cross with him as well as Natasha.
He headed
Richard, Iain’s 2IC, looked at his watch and smiled. It would be nice to finish as early as 7:00pm. At this stage in a project it was often 9 or later, even, like today, all through the weekend. “No need to apologise,” he grinned. “I’ll actually get to read the kids’ bedtime story.”
He knew it was all part of the territory when it came to working with Iain, but that didn’t mean it was easy to miss so much of seeing his three young children growing up. At just 34 he appreciated the chances Iain had given him to prove his mettle and reach his current position of power and responsibility, but with his elder son now 7 and his little daughter just 3 he knew he was missing out on a lot too.
Iain swivelled to his desk drawer and withdrew a bottle of Scotch. “Want a wee dram before you head off?”
“No thanks, Iain,” he declined. “I never feel comfortable driving with any alcohol in my blood. See you tomorrow.”
Iain raised a hand in farewell as Richard left and poured a generous measure of the single malt. He’d never noticed any impairment in his own driving after a dram of the nectar. A lifetime of practice, he supposed, liver well up for the task. He leaned back, rocking gently with the glass in one hand and his mobile in the other.
“Natasha, darling,” he said when she answered, but that was as far as he got before she cut in.
“Oh Iain,” she wailed. “You’re phoning to cry off again, aren’t you,” she accused him. “You promised me faithfully – no last minute hiccups or excuses this time, we’d have the whole evening and night together. I’ve been preparing all day for this. The food’s all prepared ready in the kitchen for our quiet night in – and so am I.” She ran a hand down her svelte body – a body that took most of her waking hours to maintain in its current condition - and her tongue flicked over her lower lip. “Do you want to know what I’m wearing for you?” she asked seductively.
Iain’s groan was answered by her throaty soft laughter.
“You know you want me,” Natasha continued, her voice low and sexy. “Just put on hold whatever else it is that’s happened and come on over as we planned.”
“You know I would if I could but I can’t let Chloe down, you know I can’t,” he pleaded.
“Oh, her,” Natasha’s voice was suddenly icy. She’d had as much as she could take of his ‘Princess’. “When are you going to realise she’s a grown woman now and doesn’t need her Daddy any more?”
“Ah but she does,” Iain said. “She doesn’t have a partner to look out for her and it’s a dangerous world now.” He took a slug of the whisky and continued. “Look, I’ll make it up to you. I have to go to Northamptonshire this Friday, but my work will only take a couple of hours max. How about we both spend all weekend there – just the two of us, no interruptions. What do you say?”
Natasha considered it while admiring herself in the huge mirror above her fireplace. “OK,” she finally conceded. “But only if you promise to turn your mobile off.”
That was a tough one. Iain felt naked without his mobile. His whole life revolved around being in constant communication with his workforce and contacts. His breathing quickened as he imagined what Natasha might be wearing at this moment. He felt himself harden, pushing hungrily against his trousers. If that was the price he had to pay, he most certainly wanted what it would buy him “You drive a hard bargain my love,” he complained. “But I agree your terms.”
Natasha smiled at her reflection. “You know I’m worth it.”
“Oh, I do. I’ll finalise arrangements with you tomorrow.” He ended the call and checked his watch. He’d have to get a move on if he wasn’t to be too late. He didn’t want Chloe cross with him as well as Natasha.
He headed
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