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  ‘Come on, sweetheart, I’ll buy you an ice cream, there’s a stall outside The Tate.’

  ‘Ooh, yum…can I have a 99, with a flake, sprinkles and everything?’

  ‘Sure, I’ll give you everything later, but you can have the rest now.’

  The area outside The Tate Modern massed with crowds, some picnicking, some having coffee at the bar or eating ice cream. The warmth of the Sunday afternoon had attracted hordes to the South Bank. The bridge gave temporary space to artists set up along the length, and Scott made a mental note to ask Lizzie to sit for a caricature on the way back. It would make a great keepsake to take back to Australia. Scott’s heart stalled at the thought of leaving Lizzie, amazed that only days before, he didn’t even know her, and now London seemed as if it were the only place on earth.

  They sat on a low wall, licking ice cream in a silent game revolving around the unspoken juvenile rule about which of them could make theirs last longest by licking slowest. Scott knew that Lizzie was going to lose; she had already taken a bite out of the chocolate, causing his cock to twitch as he watched her lips around the folds of Flake. A crumb of chocolate stuck to her mouth in the millisecond before her tongue darted out to seize it. Scott resigned himself to the inevitable hardening cock. Lizzie’s presence, hard cock; the two belonged together.

  ‘Your mouth is doing rude things with that chocolate and that cone. I can’t even look at what your tongue is doing to the ice cream. It’s obscene.’

  ‘Well, Mr Worth, I’m sure I haven’t a clue what you mean.’ She giggled, making a long, slow circuit of her lips with the tip of her tongue.

  ‘Oh God… I’m gonna come in my pants… Oh, hello, Mary, sorry I didn’t see you there… you know Lizzie? She’s temping for us.’

  ‘Yes, Scott. Are you feeling better, Lizzie? Only I heard you were ill on Friday.’

  ‘Er, yes, much better… er, thank you. Just a tummy thing… um… thanks for asking.’

  Lizzie’s ice cream dripped forlornly, cone suddenly limp in her hand, leaving a sticky trail all the way from the side of her palm to the cuff of the shirt. A silence stretched, Scott uncharacteristically quiet, his discomfort not lost on Mary whose eyes seemed to penetrate Lizzie’s shirt, as if she recognised it. Dragging her eyes away from Lizzie’s body swelling at the breast pockets, she glanced first at Lizzie and then at Scott, her face reflected a number of expressions before she checked herself.

  ‘Anyway, I must dash. See you on Monday, Scott, you too, Lizzie. You will be in on Monday, now that you’re so much better?’

  ‘Yes, Mary, I will, Lizzie will,’ said Scott, replying for Lizzie, who seemed deflated by the encounter.

  ‘Are you okay? You’re quiet since Old Ma Mary showed up.’

  ‘Oh, Scott, why do you call her that?’

  ‘She’s a nightmare is why, she’s never got a good word to say about anyone.’

  ‘Let’s not talk about her, and let’s not talk about work either. I know you’re leaving soon, and I don’t want to talk about it.’

  ‘Okay, sweetheart, don’t get upset, come on, we’ll find somewhere for a drink, and you can wash your sticky hands.’

  Going back across the river, Scott abandoned the idea of asking Lizzie to sit for a portrait and in the street outside St Paul’s hailed a cab to take them to Wapping and his favourite pub. One of the oldest in town, the place had incredible views from the terraces and served wonderful food.

  ‘Fish and chips twice and two pints of bitter,’ said Scott, ordering for Lizzie, while she freshened up, glad that he’d been able to get a table next to the large open windows on the middle floor. ‘Great, isn’t it?’ he said, eyes alight with pleasure as she took a seat opposite.

  ‘Yes, I love it here; I’ve been a few times. The hangman’s noose dangling over the river is spooky, isn’t it? I took a photo of it once; I think it must still be on my camera. I’ll be as fat as a pig at this rate.’ Lizzie dipped a piece of battered cod into tartar sauce.

  ‘Don’t worry, as well as my very own personal and distinctive cream, I have an ingenious way of burning energy. I’ll demonstrate when we get back to the flat. You look cute in that shirt; I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing it.’

  Blushing, Lizzie smiled. ‘Please.’

  oOo

  ‘Will everything be okay tomorrow?’

  ‘Don’t speak with your mouth full,’ said Scott, his head resting on the pillows while she sat next to his prone body, wearing only his shirt. His cock slid in and out of her hot, horny mouth, lips tightly pursed around his shaft, her fingers exploring his crack.

  He had tied her hair back so her thick curls did not obscure his view.

  ‘I’ll show you how to finger me later, I like having my arsehole stimulated, argh, don’t stop, I’m gonna come, are you ready? I want you to swallow; will you do that for me?’

  Keeping his cock deep inside her mouth, although not down into her throat, Lizzie nodded and, feeling his hard shaft twitch and pulse, braced herself as his cream shot into her mouth. She quickly stopped and swallowed, before taking him inside again immediately, to capture the rest. Still a novice, Lizzie was proud of her newfound ability.

  ‘Come here, give me a kiss.’ Scott pulled her on top of him and held tight, kissing her hard on the mouth, tasting cum on her lips, mixed with the flavours of the food she had eaten earlier; he delighted in the unique essence. Kissing deeper, he rolled her over and moved half on top of her, pinning her down.

  ‘When I’m hard again, I’m going to fuck you, Miss Fyne. I’m going to fuck you hard, so hard, you’ll beg me to stop, and I’m going to show you how to please me even more than you have already. If that’s possible.’

  He leaned over and kissed her again; the stubble, which had grown during the day, scratched her chin, leaving a red stain.

  ‘Hmm, hope that fades by morning,’ he said, ‘I’d better have a shave.’ And jumping up, went to the bathroom.

  Chapter Six

  ‘Outside The Tate Modern...’ The unmistakeable voice of Mary Sharp reached Lizzie, concealed by the planting between the bank of elevators on the mezzanine floor and the coffee machine, where she had stopped for a break.

  ‘...he’s too old for her… I know, I saw her application. HR were sceptical about the placement, only did it on his say so, now we know why.’

  ‘She’s just a temp, Mary. It doesn’t matter, does it? It’s not as if it’ll mess up office politics and anyway, he’ll be going back to Oz soon.’

  ‘Neither of those issues is the point. It’s wrong on so many levels. You should have seen them. She was wearing his shirt!’ Mary’s voice pierced.

  The lift doors slid open, and Lizzie shrunk back a little more behind the machine, and waited until they disappeared into the car. ‘Fuck and fuck,’ muttered Lizzie, trying to calm her shaking hands. She abandoned the idea of a drink, went back to her desk, and tried to concentrate.

  A ping alerted her to an incoming email.

  Hi sweetheart, day going okay? x

  Yes, but there’s gossip. Xxx

  Fuck ‘em! Wait for me after work, we’ll go and collect your stuff and I’ll put you in a taxi. x

  But it’ll cost a bomb. xxx

  Anything for you. I can’t see you home; Sara and Phil will guess what’s been going on. Sending you in a cab is the next best thing. Meet me in my office when you finish. x

  Okay. xxx

  oOo

  Lizzie managed to ignore Mary’s odd remarks and dirty looks, which although difficult wasn’t anything like as miserable as fielding the unpleasant innuendo she suffered from Charlie Green. He had asked her to have a drink with him after work, and somehow managed to make her feel dirty. Lizzie knew that Mary had said something. Charlie’s eyes held hers for longer than necessary, and lingered on her during the day. It seemed as if every time she looked up from her desk, he was there, just looking.

  Unusually, Scott’s office door was closed so she had to knock.

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nbsp; ‘Come in… It’s okay, I’m all alone. I just had a conference call. I have a couple of things to finish up, and we’ll go. Sit down.’ Scott walked around to her side of his desk and sat on the edge, watching as Lizzie settled into the leather sofa placed in the middle of the room.

  ‘Good day?’

  ‘No, not really, everybody has been horrible. So different from before. It’s because Mary saw us together yesterday. It’s all over the place, and Charlie Green made a pass at me.’

  ‘Oh, come on, it can’t be as bad as all that, Green never makes a pass at anyone.’

  ‘Well, he did, and it wasn’t flattering, he thinks I’m easy.’

  ‘Bet he’s envious of me then.’

  ‘It’s not funny!’

  Scott closed the distance between them.

  ‘Are you wearing panties beneath that impressive, severe suit?’ he whispered, sliding into the seat beside her.

  ‘No.’

  ‘Undo your waistband, put your hand inside, I want you to masturbate. I’ll watch.’

  ‘Is anyone still working on this floor?’ she asked.

  ‘Not a clue, but I’ll see anyone if they come along. Come on, Lizzie, do it for me, it’ll be another first for us; I’ve never managed it in the office before,’ he lied.

  In answer, Lizzie released the zip at the side of her skirt and slipped her hand inside, opening her legs as far as the tight fit allowed, she slid her fingers to her core, surprised at the flood of moisture that greeted her fingertips.

  ‘Wet?’ Scott moved off the seat.

  ‘Yes…’

  Scott didn’t pay attention to the corridor on the other side of the glass panels surrounding his office as he watched Lizzie masturbate to orgasm. Although the high back of the sofa concealed them from anyone casually passing by, it didn’t give protection from a voyeur. Charlie Green’s cock stirred. He prided himself on his physique and wore his suit trousers too tight. He could not see clearly, but he knew she was sitting and that fucker, Worth was at her feet.

  ‘Wonder if he has his tongue in her cunt,’ said Charlie aloud, causing his cock to harden a little more. ‘Little whore. Too stuck-up to agree to a drink but doesn’t mind opening her legs for the boss.’ Charlie darted towards the men’s room, he’d have to wank, or he would come in his pants.

  Lizzie’s heartbeat slowly returned to normal, opening her eyes, she looked at Scott still crouched at her feet and offered him her hand. A shiver travelled her body; tiny bumps bristled as the warm wetness of his mouth trapped her fingers and licked the juices from them.

  Chapter Seven

  ‘Who is Charlie and what’s going on?’ Sara had questioned before Lizzie had even stepped inside the house.

  Lizzie dropped her bags in the hallway. ‘Do you mean Charlie Green? What’s wrong?’

  ‘Been shopping?’

  ‘Yes, I had to get some things, but I got an advance on my wages. Don’t worry, I’ve done a lot of overtime this weekend, it will be fine. What about Charlie?’

  ‘Was Scott Worth there?’

  ‘Of course he was there, you know I’m working on his team, I wouldn’t have a job at all if not for him. What’s your problem?’

  ‘I’m worried about you.’

  ‘Everything’s okay.’

  Exhausted, Lizzie was not up for the third degree, and could not understand where it had come from. Her sister and she had a great relationship, and this line of questioning was unheard of.

  ‘What’s wrong?’

  ‘Charlie from your office phoned about an hour ago, said that you agreed to meet him for a drink, and when you didn’t show, was worried. He thought maybe Scott is working you too hard and that you seemed upset today.’

  ‘Oh for God’s sake! I did not agree to go for a drink. Charlie’s the office letch, if you must know. I haven’t a clue why he phoned here, or how he got the number either because I didn’t give it to him that’s for sure.’

  ‘Well, he sounded okay to me, and you do look shattered.’

  Resisting the urge to respond with a sharp reply, Lizzie steeled herself to spending the rest of the evening lying, already looking forward to closing her bedroom door and texting Scott.

  oOo

  Riding the packed Tube into work the next day, Lizzie let fantasies take shape. She had lost count of the number of texts that she and Scott exchanged throughout the previous night, and a rush of blood warmed her as she thought about the things they had written to each other. She spent the evening chatting to Sara, and making up crap about the weekend. Afterwards, she texted Scott to warn him about Charlie’s strange behaviour.

  He’s jealous. Like a crack at you himself, said Scott’s dismissive text.

  Lizzie wasn’t quite so nonchalant. She’d pissed Charlie off. He was proud of his pulling power, and she presented a challenge, something he evidently wasn’t used to. She put Charlie to the back of her mind and concentrated on Scott’s texts. I love the taste of you, he wrote, and she replied, ditto. It wasn’t a lie. She had already become accustomed to the taste of him. She was pleased with her new skill in taking him into her mouth, and adored having him buried deep inside the snug sheath of her. Still sore from their lovemaking, the raw pain excited her. Thinking over their horny exchange, Lizzie felt moisture trickle into her panties, the Tube was packed, stifling and almost unbearably hot, the aroma of her moist cunt simply added to the combination of potent and yucky body odour in the overcrowded carriage.

  At the office, she ran the gauntlet of glacial stares from the others and accepted that her days at the company were numbered. She didn’t have the heart to cope with the atmosphere, and as her temporary appointment was open-ended, she would probably not even have to work notice. After all, her job consisted of fannying around with filing, and general dogsbodying, and they wouldn’t miss her. In any case, judging by the looks on the faces of her colleagues, her relationship with Scott had caused issues.

  ‘Hello, Lizzie, glad to see you’re okay, I thought we’d agreed to meet for a drink last night,’ said Charlie, before she had a chance to sit down. ‘I phoned your sister, I was concerned, and HR gave me the number.’

  ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise we’d made a firm arrangement,’ said Lizzie through gritted teeth, struggling to keep herself in check. ‘I do wish you hadn’t phoned my home, Sara was worried.’

  ‘Was she? Oh, sorry about that,’ Charlie said loudly, before dropping his voice and whispering. ‘Meet me tonight, Lizzie, or I may have to make another call to your sis, and maybe mention what you and Worth got up to in his office.’

  Lizzie’s heart was leaden, her mouth dry, and her thoughts all over the place while she tried to work out what to do for the best. She did not want her sister to find out about Scott, not yet, not before she knew what was happening. It was all so confusing, she was in a mess, and she wasn’t sure what to do.

  ‘Okay, but not at the Blackfriar.’ There was no need to tell Scott, it would only freak him out; she would deal with it on her own. Charlie Green was just a primping prick; she would meet him and put him in his place.

  oOo

  PM to Worth from Fyne:

  I have to go straight home tonight. :-( xxx

  Lizzie didn’t like using PM, but Scott had been in meetings all day, and it hadn’t been possible to talk to him face to face.

  PM to Fyne from Worth:

  Okay, do you need money for a cab? x

  PM to Worth from Fyne:

  No, I’ll get the Tube, don’t worry.

  PM to Fyne from Worth:

  I can’t wait to get you alone again. x.

  PM from Green to Fyne:

  Meet me at Citybar at six. Charlie.

  PM from Fyne to Green:

  Okay.

  PM from Green to Fyne:

  Just you and me, and don’t tell Worth. C.

  PM from Fyne to Green:

  Okay.

  Alerts Scott had put into place for systems fed data direct to his machine, and the exch
ange between Lizzie and Charlie tickered across his monitor, puncturing his heart, letter by letter.

  oOo

  ‘What’s old Worth really like?’

  ‘He’s lovely, my sister when to school with him so he’s a family friend,’ replied Lizzie. ‘He’s not that old. I don’t think of him as old at all.’

  ‘He is old… I meant in the sack.’

  ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ Lizzie’s face flamed.

  ‘Loosen up; I saw the two of you in his office, Lizzie, and you weren’t talking shop.’

  ‘Look, Charlie, I don’t know what this is all about. Why does it bother you what I do? I agreed to meet you tonight because I don’t want you to cause trouble for Scott or me. I don’t understand why you're so nasty about him and me too… actually.’ Lizzie paused for breath and took a gulp of wine.

  ‘I just want a chance to get to know you better. That’s all.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Charlie, I don’t know what you think I am, but I can’t see you, even if I fancied you, which I don’t. It’s not fair to treat people this way and expect them to like you.’

  ‘I know what you are, and that’s a bitch on heat. I’ve seen you wiggling your way around the office in your tight suit. No panties on Monday, either. I’ll bet the entire staff noticed. It’s obvious what you are, to me, and to everyone else, you’re not the first tart Worth’s dipped his cock into since he’s been over here, and you won’t be the last. He’s a player, especially with young girls. I know, I’ve been to clubs with him, you should see him with the new and youngest girls at the lap dancing place.’ He watched the words find their target; Lizzie’s face appeared almost puce.

  She stood up suddenly, knocking over his drink, the remaining colour drained from her cheeks, she managed to grab her bag, and make her way to the exit before her tears fell. She had been on a rollercoaster of emotion since meeting Scott, and Charlie’s words shredded her heart.