CHAPTER 15
DRAKE
When I opened my eyes, a smile flitted across my lips. But then, I felt the emptiness of the bed. I was all alone.
I sat up in alarm and immediately checked the closet. Her clothes were still there. I gave a sigh of relief. For a while there, I thought she might have changed her mind again and decided to just leave.
Walking across the hallway, I checked the various rooms and the dining hall and garden. She was nowhere in sight. The helpers and caretakers haven’t seen her either. I was actually beginning to worry.
That was when I ran into our resident chef Albert. “Good morning, sir,” he greeted me. “Your guest had asked me to step out of the kitchen for a while, so she can prepare breakfast for you.”
“What?” I said, startled.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
“Oh, no problem, Albert,” I immediately assured him before hurrying to the kitchen.
The delicious smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs wafted out of the huge kitchen. I went in to find Georgia wearing an apron over her shirt and leggings. She was barefooted and her hair had obviously been piled up hurriedly in a messy bun, with loose tendrils all over.
I gaped at her in disbelief. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe she’d gone to all this trouble for me, and here I’d been thinking she’d left already.
She suddenly noticed my presence after pouring fresh orange juice into two glasses on the center counter, our breakfast nook.
“Hi, you’re up already,” she remarked with a lovely smile, her eyes twinkling while the sun streaming from the windows reflected light on her hair. My eyes drank in the entire scene with delight and wonder.
“And you are up early,” I said, grinning.
“I wanted to cook breakfast for you,” she explained, sitting down on the counter and pushing the other plate toward me. “I hope you like it, though it’s surely not the five-star hotel type of food you’re used to. Sorry I had to kick out the chef temporarily.”
I chuckled. “He did look dazed, but don’t worry about it. Albert’s been with our family for more than a decade. He considers this kitchen his home.”
“Oops,” she said, giggling.
I took a bite and savored the taste. “This is fantastic,” I said.
Her eyes widened, and then she suddenly laughed. “Don’t kid me!”
“I’m not kidding,” I said. “I love it, really.”
We laughed as we enjoyed our breakfast together, along with an easy chit-chat. I felt amazing. I could certainly get used to waking up like this.
“Oh, by the way, Gramps is feeling mighty fine this morning,” Georgia informed me. “He ate three pancakes. I mean, he devoured them!”
I laughed. “Wow,” I said. “You gave him breakfast in bed?”
She nodded, looking really adorable. I wanted to hug and kiss her and never let her go. “He was ecstatic to see me and was definitely crazy about my pancakes!” she announced proudly.
“Perfect,” I said with a chuckle. “He’s never going to let you leave now. Ever.” Which is fine by me, I added silently in my mind.
She simply grinned in response. “Gramps is a great guy. He must have been an all-around friend to everyone in his younger days.”
“He was, yes,” I said, nodding. “And the women were all over him, too!”
“I wouldn’t blame them,” Georgia said thoughtfully. “He’s handsome too, even now.”
“Oh, don’t let him hear you say that! He might just lock you up!” I said jokingly. We both laughed again. It was undoubtedly the best morning of my life so far.
After breakfast, we spent the morning roaming around the garden and the surrounding woods, just enjoying the cool weather and the beauty of nature.
When we went back to the house for lunch, we were both astounded by who was waiting for us.
“Hello, Drake.” It was my father, looking regal and intimidating as always in an expensive business suit.
I greeted him and introduced Georgia.
“So this is the doctor I’ve been hearing about,” he said. And when we headed inside, he actually dropped down his voice so I’ll be the only one who’d hear him. “Figures why she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”
I snorted, not knowing how to react to that. Did he mean it in a bad way? With my father, one could never tell. But then he changed the subject and began drilling me on what had occurred during the convention. I gave him another full report, which seemed to satisfy him for the time being.
During lunch, my dad and Gramps got into a detailed argument about some aspects of the business. I chose to stay out of it. Georgia looked a little uncomfortable so I squeezed her hand under the table. We were both almost done eating and were eager to leave the room. But then, Dad suddenly directed a question to her about the new medicine the company was developing.
Georgia looked uneasy at first and I was about to pull her out of it when she started talking. I was not just surprised, but I almost fell out of my seat because of how impressive she discussed the components and even the procedure involved. It was obviously something she was well familiar with.
“I’m impressed,” my father said after thoroughly listening to her. “You’re certainly very bright, Dr. Hill. It’s quite surprising how you know these things when they’re not really related to your field of expertise.”
“I read a lot,” Georgia replied. “And attend a lot of conventions.”
Gramps chuckled. “You’ve underestimated this woman, Roger. She is perfect for your son.”
“We went to high school together, actually,” Georgia said, to my surprise. “I was known then as Geeky Georgie… I’ve always been addicted to reading nerdy stuff, which is helpful for my profession now.”
“Interesting,” Dad noted, turning in his seat to actually face her. He seemed to be scrutinizing her closely. “I think you’ll be a good influence to my son.”
I wanted to protest because he was talking about me as if I was a lost teenager again, a spoiled brat who didn’t have a care in the world. But I kept quiet.
“Actually, I remember Drake used to read a lot, too, in high school,” Georgia said. “He had one of the highest GPAs but perhaps he was just distracted, which is normal for teenagers.”
“Perhaps,” Dad said, but he did not look convinced. He of course didn’t have any idea what I was into. When I was in high school, he was too busy building the business. His impression of me was that of a typical jock who didn’t care much for school. He didn’t know me well.
Georgia was definitely trying to stand up for me, which I truly appreciated. Before I could speak, though, she changed the subject to something else. She asked my father for his opinion on a controversial matter circulating in the pharmaceutical industry. I was amazed because she seemed to know how to tickle his fancy. He obliged, of course, and was more than happy to have the chance to demonstrate his vast knowledge and highlight his capabilities.
Lunch had put me in a gloomy mood, darkening the beautiful morning I had been enjoying. It’s a good thing he left immediately afterwards.
“You should rest some more, Father,” he told Gramps, who looked annoyed but who promised nonetheless.
We also said goodbye. He took the time to shake Georgia’s hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you in person, Dr. Hill,” he said. I was shocked because he was rarely impressed, especially by women I date.
The rest of the day went smoothly. Georgia went to arrange the flowers we’d picked in the woods, while I got busy working in the home office.
I didn’t even notice the time because I was preoccupied with paper work and online communication with various people from the office.
There was a knock on the door. Georgia peeked inside. “Can I disturb you?” she asked with a grin.
I stopped typing away at my computer and stood up. “Definitely,” I said, grinning back.
She went in and closed the door behind her. She was carrying a tray with a plate of cookies and a small vase of colorful wildflowers from the woods. “I was bored so…” she began, gesturing to the cookies.
“You baked these?” I said incredulously, picking one up. “Flower arrangement and baking, too. I’m more than impressed!”
She laughed as she took the vase and placed it on one side of my desk, right beside a small sculpture and paper weight. “There, a touch of life in this dreary office,” she said in a teasing tone.
I chuckled as I watched her. “It brightens up the room indeed,” I agreed. Then I took a bite of the cookie I was holding. It was heavenly. I wolfed it down easily, followed by two more.
She watched me with amusement. “I did get some help with those. Albert was great to work with. I learned some baking tips.”
I’ve never lived with a woman before, except for my mom who was never the cooking-baking type. She was more like my dad, also thriving in business. It felt wonderful to have a special woman looking after me like this and adding a feminine touch to every part of the house.
“You shouldn’t spoil me like this,” I said. “I mean, I might end up miserable when you’re not around anymore… I’m going to miss this…”
“Why are you talking as if I’m gone already?” Georgia said. “You worry too much.”
“Only when it comes to you,” I whispered before I could hold back the words.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” she assured me, finishing the cookie she had in her hand.
I could feel the warmth enveloping my heart, the heat spreading across my limbs. Everything was happening so fast.
All of a sudden, we were kissing passionately, our tongues pressing into each other’s mouths and uniting erotically. Our hands were all over, exploring each other’s bodies, stripping off our garments one by one.
We stumbled backwards onto the conference table. I quickly shoved away the chairs to give us space as our kisses became hungrier, almost ravenous. I lifted her up without much effort and sat her on the edge of the long oval-shaped table. In the dim light of the room, I could see the intense desire on her face, the fast heaving of her chest, the tempting shimmer on her skin.
She pulled me closer to her and began kissing my chest, her lips and tongue going wild, as her hands unzipped my pants.
I went down on her neck, my heart racing. Her now fully unbuttoned blouse exposed her upper body. My lips traveled downward to the flesh on top of her breasts. I didn’t linger there, but used my lips to tease her, pushing inside her lace bra to reach her nipples. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around my waist. I felt my cock harden more, my libido rising uncontrollably.
With one hand, I unsnapped her bra and explored her breasts completely with my tongue. She was breathing faster now, her fingers clutching at my skin. One hand was now wrapped around my shaft, teasing and caressing.
Soon my hands were stroking her thighs underneath her long skirt. Then I pulled down her panties and began playing with her wetness. She moaned with pleasure. I licked her ears, her neck, her lips. My fingers continued to pleasure her, my own hardness reaching its peak.
Quickly I pulled down my pants and entered her, eager to feel her wiggling under my touch, to feel my penis growing even more and reaching farther and deeper inside of her.
Oblivious to everything else, we pleasured each other repeatedly, moving from one position to another on top of the conference table and around it.
I was floating, my entire body electrified with intense pleasure. It was like living an erotic dream I didn’t want to wake up from.
We both came to our climax at the same time, our naked bodies dripping with sweat despite the cold seeping in from outside. We fell to the carpet beneath the table, lying on our backs, spent but greatly gratified.