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Alright, before I get into the story, I just wish to say, once more, that this story is dedicated to fans of Branna and J.T. who wanted more of them. To those of you who think this story is boring and unrealistic, please, read another story. I have a vision for the characters, one that you may not like. I put it on paper, and the plot emerges. To those who have left encouraging comments and constructive criticism, thank you. As always, I appreciate your thoughts and opinions. And now, enough of that, onto Chapter 5…Enjoy!!
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Although Richard was surprised when Branna walked into his office, and renounced her resignation, he couldn’t help but wonder at her change of heart. He’d tried to persuade her, to no avail, so he wondered who’d actually managed to do it. He found out, quite by accident, when he knocked on Branna’s door right after lunch and then barged in, only to find his cousin glaring at him like he was about to unleash all hell and Branna facing the window, redoing a few of the buttons of her attire and self-consciously brushing at her hair.
James was the first to speak, possibly because Richard was glaring at him in askance.
“You should knock—.”
“I did,” was the bored and stiff reply.
“—and wait for people to actually invite you in,” James finished tersely. Richard surveyed him in distaste. What did Branna find so attractive about this boor anyway? Sure he had a great body, but so did Richard. And his temper was better than his Freezer of a cousin. Although Richard dismissed those thoughts, he knew that he was a bit jealous.
Branna cleared her throat and turned around, a forced smile on her lips as she asked Richard, “Did you need something?”
Richard threw her a glare and turned his attention back to James. He wondered if they’d known each other before her arrival in his department. Branna didn’t remember obviously but surely his cousin did.
“No,” was the brusque reply. “I’ll let you to return to whatever you were doing.” With that Richard turned on his heels and stormed from the office, actually slamming the door behind him.
As Branna stared after Richard in stupefied amazement, James recognized something. His cousin was infatuated with Branna. No doubt, Richard wanted her. Which man with a working organ wouldn’t want Branna with her even cinnamon and mocha skin tone, luscious lips and curvaceous body? After working with him for months, Richard had come to think of Branna as “his.” His employee, his friend, his buddy. James almost saw red at that. She didn’t belong to Richard in any way shape or form. Not if he had anything—anything—to do with it.
Branna moved into his field of vision and laughed nervously, “I don’t think Richard took that too well to that.”
James’s response was to grab a hold of her and plant a sound and possessive kiss on her lips that made her feel light-headed after. “I don’t give a fig what Richard thinks. He’s going to have to deal with it.”
She remained in his arms for a few more seconds and then Branna pulled away from him.
“You should go, Mr. Bradford. I have to get back to work, and I can’t concentrate with you standing there,” Branna told him, trying to redraw that line between employee and boss when they were in the office.
James clucked his tongue and stepped closer to her, “Mr. Bradford is a bit formal, isn’t it?”
Branna scuttled around to her chair and took a seat, glaring up at him. A lazy smile appeared on his lips and she could read the expression in his eyes “keep running from me, I’ll eventually catch you.”
“Okay, Ms. Jackson, I’m heading back to my office,” he told her with an incline of the head and then added, “Oh, and please have those files on my desk before you leave today.”
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Branna supervised her staff as usual, and then remembered the files that she needed to do for James. She finished them and headed to his office. She’d just stepped off of the elevator on his floor when Richard, dressed as immaculate as always, approached her. His lips were compressed tightly and his cheeks were flushed. She had no doubt that he’d been to see his cousin.
“Hey,” she told him, a bit self-conscious about the scene he’d walked in on earlier today.
Richard offered her a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hey. Are you ready to go home?”
Branna stared at him and held up the files in her hand. “Actually, I have to run these by Mr. Bradford.”
Richard’s eyes seemed to bore directly into her soul. His smile didn’t waver. “I’ll wait for you.”
Branna shook her head immediately, feeling color rush to her cheeks and praying that it didn’t appear obvious to Richard. “It’s okay, actually. I don’t know how long I’ll be needed for these files. Tell you what, how about tomorrow you take me grocery shopping after work?”
Richard felt a muscle begin to work in his jaw. She didn’t know how long his cousin would need her for the file? Please! He knew she was lying. James obviously had a thing for her and he wasn’t quite sure that they got any work done when they were together. The next words that flew out of his mouth were brisk and concise.
“Do you like my cousin, Branna?” Richard demanded as if he had every right to do so.
Branna caught off guard, could only stare at him, feeling a swirling heat rise in her that could only be anger.
“Not that it is any of your business, Richard but—,” she began stiffly only to be cut off as he inserted, “None of my business? Of course it’s my business, Branna! You’re my friend and I care about you. James is going to break your heart. He’ll use you just like he uses all of his female acquaintances. All you are to him is convenient sex.”
He paused and held up his hand as he noticed her eyes narrowing in that “I’m-about-to-really-scream-at-this-guy” way.
“No, don’t say anything Branna. I’m not trying to make you upset. I’m just concerned for you. I’m going to leave now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With that, Richard spun and headed for the elevator. Branna stared after him, feeling her anger slowly drain away from her.
Richard was her friend. He was her only friend in this city. Maybe he was just trying to “protect” her from James. She sighed and shook her head. Maybe she did need protecting. Who knew? She certainly didn’t.
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When Branna entered James’ office, he was hunched over a set of papers, a look of pure and unbridled concentration on his face. His secretary had left for the day so she’d just decided to let herself in. She closed the door softly behind her and walked over to his desk, determined to remain silent until he acknowledged her. Branna didn’t have to wait long. James lifted his head and said, “I believe that one of the managers is stealing money from the company.”
Branna couldn’t say that she was surprised. After looking through the records for those reports and finding it almost impossible to trace where those funds were going, she’d added that to her list of potiential situations.
James noticed her lack of reaction and said drolly, “Did you think that was a possibility as well?”
Branna placed the file that she was holding on his desk and nodded. “Yes, I did. It is more likely that the 50,000 was removed prior to January—probably sometime during the Christmas vacation.”
When James raised an eyebrow at that, Branna said logically, “If I wanted to steal money from a large company, I’d do it when everything was already chaotic. During the Christmas vacation, Bradford’s pulls in the most money. A miserly 50,000 pounds would easily go unnoticed when millions are being counted.”
James nodded and looked back to the papers on his desk. Branna leaned down and saw that it was a list of all the managers who had been working in December.
Branna perched her bottom at the edge of his desk and asked curiously, “Maybe you could start by looking at the records of the previous Financial Manager. He’d be in a position to—.”
James waved a hand through the air, cutting her off, and shook his head. “Mr. Shaw acted the part of Financial Manager and Site Overseer until you came along. The other employees in the department wouldn’t have enough leeway to smuggle that amount of money out.”
Branna nodded and cocked her head to the side. “There is also the possibility that it could be Mr. Shaw.”
James’ head snapped up and he stared long and hard at her. “Mr. Shaw has been with this company for years. He was hired by my grandfather. He is also one of the highest paid employees at Bradford’s. He has no motive to steal that money.”
Branna sighed and pointed at the piece of paper on James’ desk. “We don’t know if he has any motive. What we do know is that he has access to the reports and the money. The rest of the managers don’t. You can strike out the rest of those managers—unless they were in consorts with Mr. Shaw.”
James glared at her and Branna returned it vehemently. He said with a curled lip, “It could be Richard as well.”
Branna rolled her eyes at that suggestion. It was a reaction that James did not miss. In fact, it only served to rile him up more.
“Why can’t it be Richard? Is my cousin such a saint that he wouldn’t steal money from a company that he so despises?” James demanded, pushing his chair back and bringing himself to his full height, just to look down at Branna.
Branna pushed herself off of the table and glared at him. “Richard is no saint but if you think of it rationally, as you obviously are not, you would see how impossible it is for Richard to have stolen that money. First off, Richard does not want to be here—.”
James interjected, “Reason number one for him to steal from the company.”
“—so he has not actually paid attention to anything. Richard wouldn’t be able to access those reports or bank statements. Secondly, this was done by a professional, someone who’s been in this business for many years. Even if Richard managed to pull it off, it would be sloppy and it would point directly to him.”
James acknowledged that her arguments were accurate but he didn’t tell her that. He walked over to the mini-bar in his office and poured himself a glass of scotch. He could feel Branna’s eyes on his back as he tossed the burning liquid down his throat.
He turned around and held up the decanter to her. She shook her head; her lips were still drawn together tightly.
James placed the glass down and walked back to his desk. He placed the scattered papers into a file marked “PRIVATE” and tossed it into a lockable drawer.
Branna watched as he walked over to the closet and grabbed his long jacket. He folded it over his arm and placed his free hand in his pants pocket. She heard the rattle of keys. He looked very handsome, standing next to the closet with his jacket over his arm and his other hand in his pocket.
“Are you going to sit there and watch me or are you going to get your stuff?” James teased softly. “I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”
Although she tossed a glare his way, it was without any malice, and she even smiled at him. They’d made it through their first work disagreement without killing each other.
“I’m starving as well. If I remember correctly, someone has been eating all of the food in my house and refuses to actually buy it back,” she threw at him.
James cocked an eyebrow at her statement and replied in a dramatic manner, “No. That’s a shame. He must be the worst sort of scoundrel. You should point him out to me sometime.”
He approached her and leaned his head down, kissing his at the side of her lips. “Let’s go, sweetheart. I’m not just starved for food.”
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They had dinner at a ritzy French restaurant that James liked. Branna had been on the verge of protesting the prices when she noticed that James seemed absolutely fine with it. She thought of it and then remembered. Of course he’d be fine with paying over 60 pounds a plate for food. He was rich. She wasn’t.
“Is something wrong, Branna? Do you dislike the food?” he asked in concern, noticing that she seemed averse to actually eating her food.
Branna lifted her eyes from her plate and stared at him. A smile tugged at her lips. He did look concerned. She hurriedly put him at ease.
“No, the food is delicious. It is a bit…erm…pricey though,” she told him, using her knife to cut through the tender chicken breast and then her fork to bring it to her lips.
“Pricey?” James repeated, staring down at the food. He seemed to think it over before he said, “It is not too pricey. For good food, I’m willing to pay almost anything.”
“Well, everyone doesn’t have a lot of money to spend on good food. Some people have to make do with what they have,” the words flew out of her mouth and Branna almost wished she could take them back. It wasn’t his fault that he had money. James was a Bradford. Bradfords were wealthy.
James froze and stared at her. He lifted his wine glass to his lips and took a sip before clearing his throat and replying firmly, “Branna, I brought you here because this is one of my favorite restaurants—.”
Branna sighed and stared into the green depths of his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just being…mean.”
A smile tugged at his lips as she admitted that. “You…mean? Never.”
She laughed, drawing the attention of the other, mainly white, couples gathered around them.
James lifted his wine glass and saluted her before he took another drag. She fascinated him. Years ago she’d captivated him, and now…now, she fascinated him.
After they ate, James drove back to her flat and parked the car. The drive from the French restaurant to her home had been torturously long. Branna, who’d decided to become the ultimate tease, had waited for every possible red light to run her fingers enticingly over the part of him that eagerly strained for her. She’d gotten him so worked up that in the process, she’d completely turned herself on as well. As soon as he parked the car, she opened the door and practically raced to the gate. He followed after her, although God knows he could hardly keep his hands off of her. If she had nosy neighbors, then they all knew that Branna was obviously seeing the guy who drove the Jaguar. When she’d opened the gate, he’d pulled her to his chest and laid a passionate, no-doubt-I’m-your-lover kiss, on her lips. And as she’d fumbled with the keys to the front door, he’d pressed himself intimately against her rear. If Branna wanted to keep the blush from stealing into her cheeks whenever she saw her neighbors, she would pray that she didn’t have nosy neighbors or at least that they were all eating dinner and no one saw the desperation of the two lovers that night.
By the time they actually entered her flat, Branna’s jacket was unbuttoned and her hair was a mess from James’ fingers eagerly combing through it. James kicked the door closed with his foot and took off his shoes. Branna shrugged out of her jacket and easily divested her body of her shirt. With James watching her, she easily divested her body of her pants, and then she smiled at him, clad only in a matching pair of red, lacy, Victoria Secret underwear that revealed most of her secrets.
James stared at her, feeling his jaw go slack. Holy hell! That was the exact though that ran through his mind moments before he went completely cave-man. Branna saw the look in his eyes as he quickly took off his jacket and stripped down to his pants. Not once did his eyes leave her body, and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so gloriously wet. She’d been anticipating this since this morning and the skimpy red underwear…well, she’d bought it ages ago but had not felt the need to wear it for someone…until now.
James pulled off his belt and slowly dropped it to the floor. Branna dropped him an impish smile and then turned around, allowing him the gorgeous view of her thong encased ass, before heading toward the bedroom. He stared at her body, thinking that it had been a long time since he’d actually seen a woman with the perfect Coca-Cola bottle shape. The models he dated were shapeless—beautiful but bloody shapeless. Branna—Branna was a dream.
He unbuttoned then unzipped his pants and followed her into the bedroom. Tonight was going to be a very, very, long night.
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When he entered the room, Branna was sitting, cross-legged, on the edge of the bed. The red bra was gone but the thong—the thong was still there. She smiled at him and used her finger to beckon him closer. He approached and almost instantly threw back his head in pleasure.
Her hands immediately went to that solid length of him that gave her such pleasure. She tugged his boxers down and then she was squeezing him, cupping him and taking him into her mouth. Dear Lord, he’d forgotten that she could work wonders with that mouth.
Branna relaxed her jaw and moved her head back and forth, taking pleasure from the little groans that came from the back of James’ throat. She felt him grow larger in her mouth and pulled her head back to attack the smooth tip of him.
She licked him slowly, long licks that made him shove his hands into her hair and groan. She took the head of his cock into her mouth once more and then placed a soft kiss on it before pushing herself back against the headboard and spreading her legs.
James didn’t need an invitation. He didn’t even care if that wasn’t an invitation. He was covering her body moments later, his finger caressing her slit through the lacy material of the thong. She cried out and he lowered his head to her breasts. Kissing, sucking, and licking each one until she was moaning and bucking beneath him.
He moved both hands to her breasts and lowered his lips to hers. She latched on to him greedily, her arms going around his neck as her legs parted widely and her lace covered wetness ground against him.
James lifted his head and stared down at her. Her eyes were glazed over and she wore a look of longing on her face.
“Take me, James,” she muttered softly, grinding against him and throwing her head back. “Make love to me, now.”
He lowered his head again, this time to her exposed neck. He kissed at it, sucked slowly, and then he was trailing wet kisses down her body. He licked between her breasts and then circled his tongue in her bellybutton. As he came to the lace thong, he smiled at the sight that greeted him. The bright red material at her crotch had a wet spot along her slit.
“Branna,” he whispered seductively, and she lifted her head off of the pillow to stare down at him.
He grasped her thighs and pushed her legs wider. Her eyes widened.
“Look at me, Branna,” he whispered softly, his breath caressed her hot tunnel through the underwear.
James ran his tongue across the material and Branna bucked off the bed. He did it again and again, and then needing to taste her, he pushed the flimsy material aside and started lapping at her. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, moaning her pleasure as he sucked at her.
Her bucking became wilder and wilder and sensing that she was close, James pulled his mouth away from her, pushed her thighs together and pulled the thong from her body.
“Don’t stop,” Branna moaned in protest, only to have James flip her over onto her stomach. Her eyes widened in confusion and then anticipation as he pulled her to her knees. His hands found her hips and held on tightly. Branna braced her hands on her pillow and wriggled her hips.
“James,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him. “Please…please.”
From his vantage point, James watched in erotic fascination as his entire length disappeared into her body. She clenched fiercely around him and he waited for her muscles to relax a bit before he began to move against her.
