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Branna’s dream man no longer just had eyes and a body, he had a face. Whenever she went to bed and had that dream, she saw James’ face approaching her, a look of unadulterated hunger in his brilliantly lit eyes. The words that came from his lips seduced her, called to her in away that should be illegal. Her dreams had never made it past soft caresses but she always awoke drenched in sweat, intense migraines pulsing unmercifully through her head. She always slept with a glass of water and her pills next to her bed. Finally, when the migraines became too consistent, she called her doctor, who referred her to another doctor in London. She’d told Dr. Naipaul about her symptoms, and had told him about James, conveniently leaving out the embarrassing parts of the dreams, and he’d told her that it could be that her memory was returning. To be safe, he set up an appointment with her for a cat-scan and wrote her another prescription for some extra strength migraine pain stoppers and sleep inducants.
It had been a week since her encounter with the Bradfords and Branna was overlooking the two reports that had been prepared for her when a distinct knock sounded at her door. Figuring that it was Richard since the secretary never announced him, she called out, not bothering to put away the stack of Digestive Cookies sitting on her desk, “Come in!”
She heard the door open and then close, but she stared intently at the reports. Branna picked up a piece of the cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing first before saying, “Don’t you have something to do, Richard? A company to run, perhaps?”
Branna waited for the usual sigh and then the sound of Richard propping himself into one of her chairs and exclaiming, “I wish I didn’t!”
When it didn’t come, she slowly raised her eyes to the door and almost screamed in shock. There, standing in all his sophisticated glory, was the man who entered her dreams and messed with her head. He leaned against the door, his eyes taking in everything about her.
James thought she looked positively adorable. No, at the moment, Branna did not look gorgeous, like she did when he’d seen her at the family dinner. No, her hair was down, there were biscuit crumbs on her face, a lead pencil was behind her ears, black framed glasses were held up by her nose, and her face was devoid of make-up. She didn’t look like his model friends yet he couldn’t help his instant attraction to her, despite the fact that she was probably after his family wealth.
Branna immediately wiped her hands across her face and straightened in her chair, wondering why James was in her office and where Richard was.
She stood abruptly and he waved her back to her seat. Feeling a bit unsteady, she sat down.
He approached her desk and said, “It seems as if Richard has lied to us once again, Ms. Jackson. He told us that you worked in another department store on Oxford St. Imagine my surprise when I came across your name this morning as I was checking to see how this store has been functioning under Richard. Surprisingly, and this is no doubt due to you, it has been doing very well. Most of the accounts are finally organized, or at least, close to being organized. However, one of the reports is still troubling me Ms. Jackson and it seems that it is troubling you as well. I’ve made inquires and I know that you’ve put together a team for the January Report. I’ve decided to oversee it until the missing 50,000 pounds is found.”
Branna stood at once and stared at him, fidgeting with her clothing as she did so. “Yes, of course, Mr. Bradford. I can have a weekly report prepared for you and delivered to your office until it is solved.”
James smiled, a positively feline smile that did in no way reach his eyes. “No, Ms. Jackson. I will be temporarily moving to this location. You and Richard will be seeing me every day until this matter is solved.” He paused and stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, “During that time, I would advise you to stop playing this little charade. I can assure you that it will in no way benefit you.”
With that, he turned and left her office. Branna collapsed into her chair. She was going to have to see him everyday. Not only in her dreams, but in her every day life. And dear God, he was going to find out about her and Richard. He’d know that they were just friends and then he’d get mad at Richard. Oh, it was terrible. Feeling another migraine coming on, Branna reached into her purse for the bottle of water and prescription tablets that she carried around. She threw the tablet into her mouth, took a mouthful of water and swallowed.
Branna had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a boss but as soon as she walked into her office on Monday morning, she knew that everything was going to change. On her desk was a stack of individual reports—daily reports in the month of December, January and February. A brusque note was attached to the pile: “Double check everything. Pass it on team. JTB”
She did just that. Throwing herself into work was helping to take her mind off of James and that was good for her head as she resisted the migraines. She’d all but avoided thoughts of him on Monday when Richard walked with a large grin on his face. It was 4:45 and as was custom, he stepped into her office and waited for the clock to stroke 5:00. He made himself comfortable next to her window, pretending to be fascinated by something out of the window as she packed up for the day.
“I still owe you another two weeks of labor and I’m intent on having you make an honest man out of me,” Richard told her when she stood and grabbed her briefcase from its comfortable position under her desk. “I hope you’re not too tired—working under that Freezer.”
“Freezer?” Branna asked, and clucked her tongue at that name. “Isn’t that a bit harsh? He is your cousin.”
Richard stared at her as if she’d grown another head. “Well, it’s what I call him to his face.”
“Of course,” Branna amended and then headed for the door. She was reaching for it when it burst open and the Freezer walked in. This was the second time that he’d entered a room as they were about to leave. He took a look at Branna, and then his eyes drifted to Richard before he spoke, “I need you to stay on a little longer. You’ll be paid overtime.”
“Longer?” Richard scoffed and walked over to her side. He raised a hand toward Branna’s face and then moved it up and down with regards to her body. “She’s been working hard for the entire day. Look at her eyes. She’s tired and I’m taking her home.”
James sent a withering glare at his cousin that was promptly ignored. “Richard, you seem to forget that Ms. Jackson is an employee here. From the way you’ve been acting, I’m beginning to think that you see this company as your personal playground and all it’s employees as such.” Branna’s gasp and Richard’s swear did not deter him in the least. “Branna, as the Manager of Finance, I require your services before you leave. You can choose to do your job or you can choose to…play house. Make up your mind. I’ll be in my office.”
When the door snapped shut behind him, Richard muttered, “Bloody high-handed, bastard. You don’t have to work overtime if you don’t want to, Branna. I may not be the best boss in the world, but I’m still your boss. He’s only here temporarily.”
Branna knew better than to listen to that. Richard was her boss but James was Richard’s boss so that made James her boss as well. Logic reasoning.
“Go on without me. I’ll be fine. I’m sure I won’t be here for more than an hour,” she assured Richard quickly, intent on heading for James’ office.
Richard nodded and walked to the elevator with her. When his elevator down arrived first, he said softly, “Be careful, Branna. I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you but I don’t want to see you hurt.”
She took the next elevator to the 20th floor and walked to his office. She had a feeling that she would come out changed. She didn’t know just how right she was.
When she stepped into his office, James didn’t bother to look up. Instead he said briskly, “I’ve placed some files for you to look through on my secretary’s desk. You can do that for now.” His hand indicated the adjoining door to the office and she walked over to it. She pushed the door open and turned on the light, staring at the stack of papers on the desk.
Branna finished around 7:45 and by that time she was so tired that she could barely keep standing. She walked from the secretary’s room back into James’ office and placed the heap of documents on his desk. “I’ve rechecked them all. They all add up. If someone stole the money, which is what we’re both assuming, it was done in a very capable and almost untraceable way. We’ll need more than just records to reconcile this. The records add up but the bank statements don’t.”
James stared up at her and nodded in agreement. One thing was obvious with Branna Jackson. She was very bright. Why she’d become a gold-digger, he still didn’t know. Maybe she was in debt, or she wanted the choice of not working for a living.
“I’m going to leave now, if that’s alright with you. I’ve been here since 6:00 this morning,” she told him wearily, pulling a hand through her hair. James took one look at her and decided right then and there that he was dropping her home. She looked like a prime target for a mugging with her tired, distracted eyes and messed up hair.
“I’m leaving in a few minutes. I’ll drop you home.”
She opened her mouth to protest and then clamped it shut. She didn’t mind today because she was so tired but next time…next time, she’d tell him no.
James ended up walking her to her door, and then when she stepped inside, following her into the cozy apartment. She asked him if he wanted something to drink and he accepted. Branna made a batch of tea and poured a cup for James and one for herself. She turned on the television to avoid the awkward silence that drifted between them. When he was finished, she took the saucers and cups to the sink and began to wash up. The noise of the television coupled with the clink of the dishes completely took hold of her attention because she did not hear him approach her. In fact, she felt his breath at her ear, the heat of his body against her back before she heard him. The cup fell limply from her fingers, into the pool of soapy water in the sink.
His hand reached out and rested on the top of her hip. “Did you really forget me?”
James placed a kiss on the side of her neck and she titled it further to give him more access. Involuntarily, Branna leaned against him, feeling the need to purr at the luscious contact of his hard body against her. She was too tired to fight him and curious to know if this—whatever this would be—might jar her memory. Maybe this man would unlock her mind and if not, at least her body.
“Ah, I don’t think you have. I didn’t think you could,” he whispered softly, running his fingers up to her ribcage and then further upward until he cupped her breasts through the button down work jacket.
She gasped, feeling her nipples tighten painfully as his fingers plucked eagerly at the hardened bud. He masterly unbuttoned the jacket and then the inner shirt, rubbing his hands against her warm breasts. She smothered a moan by biting her bottom lip. A flimsy layer of cloth separated him from bare flesh and he spun her around to face him. There was a look of awe mixing into the pleasure he read on her face. She wanted him. He could see it in her eyes, which had turned a molten brown and were devouring his lips.
He pushed the jacket and undershirt from her shoulders and moved his fingers around to her back to unhook her bra. Branna stared at him, making no move to resist or help.
James pushed the bra from her shoulders and stared down at her globes of perfection. Her breasts seemed fuller, even more perfect than he remembered. She’d grown from a gorgeous girl into a beautiful woman. Her curves were exquisite and he couldn’t help the animalistic growl of possession and hunger that escaped his lips as he lowered his head to a chocolate nipple.
He rolled his tongue around the budded peak, listening to her moans and whimpers of pleasure as he suckled her. His hands moved down to her skirt, unzipping it before pushing it to the floor. He lifted his head from her breast and she stepped from the skirt. She was clad only in stockings and panties. Not wanting to completely undress her before they reached the bedroom, he pulled her into his arms and whispered into her ears, “Where’s the bedroom?”
Branna pulled out of his hold and took his hand, leading him in the direction of her room. The real James would finally be in the place where she always dreamed about him.
It didn’t take him long to divest her off all her clothes and when she was naked, he tore his clothing off like it was a competition and he was determined to win.
She looked up at him from where she lay in the center of the bed, her arms covering her nipples from his gaze. James slowly moved over her, removing her hand and placing it to the side.
He placed a wet kiss on the side of her neck, running his tongue in circles around what she knew was one of her pleasure points, and Branna groaned in heated frustration when his lips moved elsewhere. His fingers skimmed the inside of her thighs, lightly playing and caressing until they caressed her hidden nub. Branna shrieked a little and James chuckled.
“You’re as responsive as I remember, Branna,” he murmured against her collarbone, running his tongue against her smooth skin. His fingers parted her and circled tantalizingly over the bud. She squirmed and bucked, begging him to take her, to give her pleasure, to release her from the torture that she was currently in.
“Please,” she whispered softly, arching off the bed as his fingers trailed down to her opening, which was oozing with her desire.
“Please what, my beauty?” he asked almost nonchalantly, but then his lips found hers as two fingers probed deep.
Branna cried out into his mouth. Dear God in heaven…sensations! He was an amazing kisser…an amazing lover. Something told her that he was the best she’d ever had.
His tongue caressed hers possessively, letting her know in no uncertain terms that her body was going to be claimed by him. His fingers slid back and forth inside of her wet heat and she rocked her hips against them, enjoying his assault on her mouth and her lower body while waiting for him to really take her. Branna whimpered when she felt a deep tremor rip through her body. Feeling her clench down on his fingers, James withdrew them from her body and positioned himself at her entrance. The blunt head of his cock speared her wickedly and Branna closed her eyes and licked her lips in anticipation.
A rough hand was suddenly around her neck and Branna’s eyes sprung open. James’ icy green eyes stared down at her. “I want your eyes open when I take you. I want you to remember who is on top of you.”
With that, he plunged deep and the pleasure was so intense that Branna could have fainted. Her hips arched off the bed to meet him while she grabbed fistfuls of the sheet in her hands and shrieked loudly. He cried out as well, burying his head in her neck as his lower body began a steady thrusting. Branna wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his broad shoulders as his lower body pumped furiously into hers. An orgasm tore through her and she shivered violently as James unmovingly held his body to hers. When she came down from that one, he resumed, teasing her to another orgasm that had her screaming his name. He rewarded her for that with teasing nips to her neck and breasts and continued his assault on her body. Her walls were completely demolished. She was entirely open to him. James stared down at her, as sweat pooled over his forehead and broke out over his entire body. With her eyes half-opened as she stared up at him, her lips partially open on a moan, and her breasts bouncing enticingly as he pushed into her body, she looked like a sex goddess. As he felt her tighten around him, James allowed himself to follow her, losing himself in her body and wondering if he was losing himself in her.
Branna awoke to the sound of her alarm, feeling as if she’d had the best sleep in the world. She stretched languidly, her arm reaching out to shut off the annoying clock. Last night came rushing back to her in a torrent. She sat up abruptly, dragging the sheet up to her neck as she scanned her bedroom.
He wasn’t there.
He had to have left sometime in the night or early morning, she decided, feeling hurt at that. He hadn’t even left a note, she thought miserably. She remembered last night vividly, how he’d made her feel loved up until that moment when he grabbed a hold of her neck and said, “I want your eyes open when I take you. I want you to remember who is on top of you.” She shuddered as she remembered that and walked to the bathroom. She had to freshen up and face the day—face the very same boss who’d aroused so many emotions in her yet who seemed to have no place in her past. The day was going to be an awkward rollercoaster, she thought with a sigh. But at least she’d gotten some sleep.
When she arrived in her office, James had already left a stack of documents on her desk for her too look through. His notes were concise—to the point. Not an indication that they’d been rolling around doing the horizontal mambo last night. Branna met with the accounting team, and she assigned different duties to them, telling them exactly it was that she wanted them to look for. She saw Richard once for the morning and he seemed to be in a distant mood. When lunchtime rolled around, she went out to purchase a ready-made sandwich from the grocery store and bought some fruit-punch, which she took back to her office. She had just finished eating her sandwich, and was washing it down with the juice when there was a slight knock on her door and without waiting for an answer, James walked in. As usual, he was dressed sharply in a tailored black business suit. As usual, he looked amazingly attractive and seeing him was doing little to help her forget about the intense night of lovemaking with this man. He gave her a quick once over and then placed more files on her desk.
“I need you—and you alone—to verify something for me. Pay attention to the last three transactions in the month of December,” he told her briskly as she reached for the bundle.
Branna nodded and offered him a small smile. She used the napkin she’d taken from the store to wipe at her mouth, wondering if she had any food particles stuck there.
“You’ve become quiet,” he told her in an observant manner, his eyes resting intensely on her. “Or perhaps it’s me. Are you only quiet around me?”
She didn’t know how to respond so she just stared up at this man who she instinctively knew was important in her life but just didn’t know how.
“Why are you with Richard?” he asked after the tense moment passed between them.
But I’m not with Richard, she longed to say but to do so would mean that she’d have to betray Richard to James.
“Richard and I…understand each other,” she finally said because it was true; it just wasn’t the correct answer to his question.
His entire body tensed as if he were a strung bow. “I see. Does he understand that you’re a liar? Does he understand that you’re a slut? Giving yourself to me and then claiming to understand my cousin. Does he know that you’re only after him for his money?”
Branna pushed herself out of her chair angrily. Her eyes flashed angrily in her pretty face. “You sleep with me and then you call me names! What kind of a man are you? I don’t have to take this—this harassment at work. Please leave my office…now!”
