Delicious Desires

By: Jackie Williams


She closed the bedroom door quietly behind her and walked silently, her feet sinking into the thick carpet of the long gallery. There were rooms off to one side and waist-high glass the other.

Peering over the glass partition, she could see graceful wooden stairs, seemingly suspended in air, leading to the massive, open plan downstairs. There were dramatic art and unusual sculptures set around the room, each piece set to its full advantage. The furniture was minimalist but beautiful in design. Deep rugs were scattered across the floor and she suspected from their rich, lush colours and free patterns that they were Iranian. She gasped in wonder as she tiptoed down the wide staircase. The house was truly stunning and she realized for the first time that Adam was a seriously rich man.

She could see through to another room and spotted her bag on a huge oak table. The vast kitchen was lined with innumerable glossy white cupboards. Her bag sat in the middle of the long breakfast table and she immediately saw the note propped up next to it. It was written on thick white paper, with a Mont Blanc pen and a telephone left beside it. She pressed her lips together in frustration as she realized that he’d guessed exactly what she intended to do before she blew out a long breath and read the note.



Caroline,

In case you decide to leave without telling me, there is a direct connect to the cab company. Press number three on the keypad. I have a car waiting for you and they will be here within five minutes. Call me when you arrive home so I know you’re safe. I put my number in your contacts list.



Adam



P.S. I phoned your friend Cathy earlier, to tell her you are with me. She seemed relieved.



Adam Cavendish



His writing was as bold and as fluid as he appeared to be. She glanced back out of the kitchen and up towards the glass gallery, feeling a bit of a fraud. He seemed to genuinely care for her. He had rescued her gallantly, and looked after her with great tenderness, even going as far as to call his personal doctor, but she couldn’t reconcile those gestures with the arrogant man she had met in the car park.

And she couldn’t forgive him for ruining her chances with the shop either. She sighed as she looked down at the telephone on the table and giving up with him, for the second time, she picked it up.

She pressed three on the keypad and within two rings, it was answered.

“Yes, Miss Masters, the car is on its way at this moment. Do you have a destination address for us?” The voice on the other end of the line was deep and confident. She felt slightly silly as she replied.

“Yes.” Caroline whispered, surprised that he’d been so sure of her movements that he had even told them her name. Her voice echoed round the vast, silent room. “I’ll tell you when the car arrives.” She wrote a scribbled note on the bottom of Adam’s piece of paper.



Adam,

We may not see eye to eye on the development plans, but I will always be grateful to you for rescuing me.

Thank you.

Caroline Masters.



The car arrived a few minutes later and she slid out of the wide glass door into the night, not putting her shoes on until she was inside the back of the cab and well on her way home. She laid her head back on the headrest, suddenly appreciating that she was not in the usual type of cab. The seats were rich, luxuriant leather, deep and comfortable and the legroom more than generous. She gave her home address and closed her eyes as the car purred along the dark roads. It took almost twenty minutes for them to reach her tiny flat. She felt tired again for all the sleep she’d had and yawned loudly as she stepped out of the taxi and turned to pay the driver, but the car was already pulling away from the kerb and she could only stare in wonder as the huge Bentley turned the corner and vanished into the night.





Chapter Four




Adam watched carefully, through half closed eyes, as Caroline slipped out of the big bed. Her figure was clear in the moonlight and he felt a new appreciation for her body rage through him as she pulled off his t-shirt and slipped into her own clothes.



When he had staggered out of the night club with her held tightly in his arms, he hadn’t really had much of a plan. Realizing that she’d been drugged almost immediately after he had seen her wobble towards the ladies, he’d just wanted to make sure she arrived home safely.

He had been content with just watching her to see if she looked better after washing her face, but when the two men standing near her table suddenly moved to the restroom area he knew he would have to act.

Seeing them mauling her as he had stepped through to the hallway had him charging to her rescue, thinking no further than getting her away from them. He saw them pull her beautiful hair and manhandle her delicate body and an almost blinding rage had surged through him. He had wanted to rip the bastards’ heads off.

How he had stopped himself from killing them there and then in that stinking corridor was something he wasn’t prepared to think about. Taking her to safety had been.

He hadn’t known quite what to do. Her friend had already left and he had no idea of where she lived. He had rummaged through her tiny evening bag but her credit card I.D. had no address so he had brought her back to his own house and put her in the spare room.