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The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scales in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's so bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavours to stay airborne. I am so warm. The heat...it's stifling, overpowering. It wakes me.
I open my eyes, and I'm draped in Bible. He's wrapped around me like a victory flag. He's fast asleep with his head on my chest, his arm over me, holding me close, one of his legs thrown over and hooked around both of mine. He's suffocating me with his body heat, and he's heavy. I take a moment to absorb that he's still in my bed and fast asleep, and it's light outside - morning. He has spent the whole night with me.
My right arm is stretched, no doubt in search of a cool spot, and as I process the fact that he's still with me, the thought occurs that I can touch him. He's asleep. Tentatively, I lift my hand and run the tips of my fingers down his back. Deep in his throat, I hear a faint distressed groan, and he stirs. He nuzzles my chest, inhaling deeply as he wakes. Sleepy, blinking eyes meet mine beneath his tousled mop of hair.
"Good morning," He mumbles and frowns. "Jesus, even in my sleep I'm drawn to you." He moves slowly, peeling his limbs from me as he gets his bearings. I become aware of his erection against my hip. He notices my wide-eyed reaction, and he smiles a slow sexy smile.
"Hmm...this has possibilities, but I think we should wait until Sunday." He leans down and nuzzles my ear with his nose.
I flush, but then I feel seven shades of scarlet from his heat.
"You're very hot," I murmur.
"You're not so bad yourself," He murmurs and presses himself against me, suggestively.
I flush some more. That's not what I meant. He props himself up on his elbow gazing down at me, amused. He bends, and to my surprise, plants a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Sleep well?" He asks.
I nod, staring up at him, and I realise that I've slept very well except maybe for the last half-hour when I was too hot.
"So did I." He frowns. "Yes, really well." He raises his eyebrows in confused surprise. "What's the time?"
I glance at my alarm.
"It's 7:30."
"7:30...shit." He scrambles out of bed and drags on his jeans.
It is my turn to look amused as I sit up. Bible is late and flustered. This is something I have never seen before. I belatedly realise that my behind is no longer sore.
"You are such a bad influence on me. I have a meeting. I have to go - Are you smirking at me?"
"Yes."
He grins.
"I'm late. I don't do late. Another first, Mr. Puttha." He pulls on his jacket and then bends down and grasps my head, his hands on either side.
"Sunday," He says, and the word is pregnant with an unspoken promise. Everything deep in my body uncurls and then clenches in delicious anticipation, the feeling is exquisite.
Holy hell, if my mind could just keep up with my body. He leans forward and kisses me quickly. He grabs his stuff from my side table and his shoes - which he doesn't put on.
"Chen will come and sort your Beetle. I was serious. Don't drive it. I'll see you at my place on Sunday. I'll email you a time." And like a whirlwind, he's gone.
Oh my, Bible spent the night with me, and I feel rested. And there was no sex, only cuddling. He told me he never slept with anyone - but he's slept three times with me. I grin and slowly climb out of my bed. I feel more optimistic than I have for the last day or so. I head for the kitchen, needing a cup of tea.
After breakfast, I shower and dress quickly for my last day at Konglikit's. It is the end of an era - goodbye to Mr. & Mrs. Konglikit, PU, Phitsanulok, the apartment, my Beetle. I glance at the mean machine - it's only 7:52. I have time.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: Assault and Battery: The after-effects
Date: November 27 2022 08:05
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
Dear Mr. Sumettikul
You wanted to know why I felt confused after you - which euphemism should we apply - spanked, punished, beat, assaulted me. Well during the whole alarming process I felt demeaned, debased and abused. And much to my mortification, you're right, I was aroused, and that was unexpected. As you are well aware, all things sexual are new to me - I only wish I was more experienced and therefore more prepared. I was shocked to feel aroused.
What really worried me was how I felt afterwards. And that's more difficult to articulate.
I was happy that you were happy. I felt relieved that it wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. And when I was lying in your arms, I felt - sated. But I feel very uncomfortable, guilty even, feeling that way. It doesn't sit well with me, and I'm confused as a result. Does that answer your question? I hope the world of Mergers and Acquisitions is as stimulating as ever...and that you weren't too late.
Thank you for staying with me.
Bui
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Free Your Mind
Date: November 27 2022 08:24
To: Jakapan Puttha
Interesting...if slightly overstated title heading Mr. Puttha.
To answer your points:
I'll go with spanking - as that's what it was. So you felt demeaned, debased, abused & assaulted - how very Tess Durbeyfield of you. I believe it was you who decided on the debasement if I remember correctly. Do you really feel like this or do you think you ought to feel like this? Two very different things. If that is how you feel, do you think you could just try and embrace these feelings, deal with them, for me? That's what a submissive would do.
I am grateful for your inexperience. I value it, and I'm only beginning to understand what it means. Simply put...it means that you are mine in every way.
Yes, you were aroused, which in turn was very arousing, there's nothing wrong with that. Happy does not even begin to cover how I felt. Ecstatic joy comes close. Punishment spanking hurts far more than sensual spanking - so that's about as hard as it gets, unless of course you commit some major transgression, in which case I'll use some implement to punish you with. My hand was very sore. But I like that.
I felt sated too - more so than you could ever know.
Don't waste your energy on guilt, feelings of wrongdoing etc. We are consenting adults and what we do behind closed doors is between ourselves. You need to free your mind and listen to your body. The world of M&A is not nearly as stimulating as you are Mr. Puttha.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Holy crap...mine in every way. My breath hitches.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: Consenting Adults!
Date: November 27 2022 08:26
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
Aren't you in a meeting? I'm very glad your hand was sore. And if I listened to my body, I'd be in Alaska by now.
Bui
PS: I will think about embracing these feelings.
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: You Didn't Call the Cops
Date: November 27 2022 08:35
To: Jakapan Puttha
Mr. Puttha
I am in a meeting discussing the futures market if you're really interested.
For the record - you stood beside me knowing what I was going to do.
You didn't at any time ask me to stop - you didn't use either safe word.
You are an adult - you have choices."
Quite frankly, I'm looking forward to the next time my palm is ringing with pain.
You're obviously not listening to the right part of your body.
Alaska is very cold and no place to run. I would find you. I can track your mobile - remember?
Go to work.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I scowl at the screen. He's right of course. It's my choice. Hmm. Is he serious about coming to find me, should I decide to escape for a while? My mind flits briefly to my mother's offer. I hit reply.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: Stalker
Date: November 27 2022 08:36
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
Have you sought therapy for your stalker tendencies?
Bui
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Stalker? Me?
Date: November 27 2022 08:38
To: Jakapan Puttha
I pay the eminent Dr. Flynn a small fortune with regard to my stalker and other tendencies.
Go to work.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: Expensive Charlatans
Date: November 27 2022 08:40
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
May I humbly suggest you seek a second opinion? I am not sure that Dr. Flynn is very effective.
Mr. Puttha
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Second Opinions
Date: November 27 2022 08:43
To: Jakapan Puttha
Not that it's any of your business, humble or otherwise, but Dr. Flynn is the second opinion. You will have to speed, in your new car, putting yourself at unnecessary risk - I think that's against the rules.
GO TO WORK.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: SHOUTY CAPITALS
Date: November 27 2022 08:47
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
As the object of your stalker tendencies - I think it is my business actually. I haven't signed yet. So rules schmules. And I don't start until 9:30.
Mr. Puttha
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Descriptive Linguistics
Date: November 27 2022 08:49
To: Jakapan Puttha
Schmules? Not sure where that appears in Webster's Dictionary
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: Descriptive Linguistics
Date: November 27 2022 08:52
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
It's between control freak and stalker.
And descriptive linguistics is a hard limit for me. Will you stop bothering me now? I'd like to go to work in my new car.
Bui
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Challenging but amusing Young Man
Date: November 27 2022 08:56
To: Jakapan Puttha
My palm is twitching.
Drive safely Mr. Puttha.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
The Audi is a joy to drive. It has power steering. Wanda, my Beetle, has no power in it at all - anywhere, so my daily workout, which was driving my Beetle, will cease. Oh, but I will have a personal trainer to contend with, according to Bible's rules. I frown. I hate exercising.
While I am driving, I try and analyse our email exchange. He's a patronising son-of-a-bitch sometimes. And then I think of Som and I feel guilty. But of course, she wasn't his birth mother. Hmm that's a whole world of unknown pain. Well, patronising son-of-a-bitch works well then. Yes. I'm an adult, thank you for reminding me, Bible, and it is my choice. The problem is, I just want Bible, not all his...baggage - and right now he has a 747 holds worth of baggage. Could I just lie back and embrace it? Like a submissive? I've said I'd try. It's an awfully big ask.
I pull into the parking lot at Konglikit's. As I make my way in, I can hardly believe it's my last day. Fortunately, the store is busy and time passes quickly. At lunchtime, Mr. Konglikit summons me from the stockroom. He's standing beside a motorcycle courier.
"Mr. Puttha?" The courier asks. I frown questioningly at Mr. Konglikit, who shrugs, as puzzled as me. My heart sinks. What has Bible sent me now? I sign for the small package and open it straight away. It's a phone. My heart sinks further. I switch it on.
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Iphone ON LOAN
Date: November 27 2022 11:15
To: Jakapan Puttha
I need to be able to contact you at all times, and since this is your most honest form of communication, I figured you needed a phone.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: Consumerism Gone Mad
Date: November 27 2022 13:22
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
I think you need to call Dr. Flynn right now.
Your stalker tendencies are running wild.
I am at work. I will email you when I get home. Thank you for yet another gadget.
I wasn't wrong when I said you were the ultimate consumer.
Why do you do this?
Bui
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Sagacity from one so young
Date: November 27 2022 13:24
To: Jakapan Puttha
Fair point-well made, as ever Mr. Puttha.
Dr. Flynn is on vacation.
And I do this because I can.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I put the thing in my back pocket, hating it already. Emailing Bible is addictive, but I am supposed to be working. It buzzes once against my behind...how apt, I think ironically, but summoning all my willpower, I ignore it.
At four, Mr. and Mrs. Konglikit gather all the other employees in the shop, and during a hair-splitting embarrassing speech, present me with a check for thirteen thousand baht. In that moment, three weeks of - exams, graduation, intense, fucked-up billionaires, deflowering, hard & soft limits, playrooms with no consoles, helicopter rides - and the fact that I will move tomorrow, all well up inside me. Amazingly, I hold myself together. My subconscious is in awe. I hug the Konglikit's hard. They have been kind and generous employers, and I will miss them.
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Us is climbing out of his car when I arrive home.
"What's that?" He says accusingly, pointing at the Audi. I can't resist.
"It's a car," I quip. He narrows his eyes, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he's going to put me across his knee too. "My graduation present." I try and act nonchalant. Yes, I get expensive cars given to me everyday. His mouth drops open.
"Generous, over-the-top bastard, isn't he?"
I nod.
"I did try not to accept it, but frankly, it's just not worth the fight."
Us purses his lips.
"No wonder you're so overwhelmed. I did note that he stayed."
"Yeah." I smile wistfully.
"Shall we finish packing?"
I nod and follow him inside. I check the email from Bible.
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Sunday
Date: November 27 2022 13:40
To: Jakapan Puttha
Shall I see you at 1 pm. Sunday?
The doctor will be at my apartment to see you at 1:30. I'm leaving for Bangkok now. I hope your move goes well, and I look forward to Sunday.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Jeez, he could be discussing the weather. I decide to email him once we've finished packing, he can be such fun one minute, and then he can be so formal and stuffy. It's difficult to keep up. Honestly, it's like an email to an employee. I roll my eyes at it defiantly and join Us to pack.
Us and I are in the kitchen when there's a knock at the door. Chen stands on the porch, looking immaculate in his suit. I notice the trace of ex-army in his buzz cut, trim physique, and his cool stare.
"Mr. Puttha," He says. "I've come for your car."
"Oh yes, of course. Come in, I'll get the keys."
Surely this is above and beyond the call of duty. I wonder again at Chen's job description. I hand him the keys, and we walk in an uncomfortable silence for me - toward the light blue Beetle. I open the door and remove the flash light from the glove box. That's it. I have nothing else that's personal in Wanda. Goodbye, Wanda. Thank you. I caress her roof as I close the passenger door.
"How long have you worked for Mr. Sumettikul?" I ask.
"Four years, Mr. Puttha."
Suddenly, I have an overwhelming urge to bombard him with questions. What this man must know about Bible, all his secrets. But then he's probably signed an NDA. I look nervously at him. He has the same taciturn expression as Dan, and I warm to him.
"He's a good man, Mr. Puttha," He says, and he smiles slightly. With that, he gives me a little nod, climbs into my car, and drives away.
Apartment, Beetle, Konglikit - it's all change now. I shake my head as I wander back inside. And the biggest change of all is Wichapas Sumettikul. Chen thinks he's a good man. Can I believe him?
Nodt joins us with a Chinese take-out at eight. We're done. We're packed and ready to go. He brings several bottles of beer, and Us and I sit on the couch while he's cross-legged on the floor between us. We watch crap TV, drink beer, and as the evening wears on, we fondly and loudly reminisce as the beer takes effect. It's been a good four years.
The atmosphere between Nodt and I has returned to normal, the attempted kiss forgotten. Well, it's been swept under the rug that my inner goddess is lying on, eating grapes and tapping her fingers, waiting not so patiently for Sunday. There's a knock on the door, and my heart leaps into my throat. Is it?
Us answers the door and is nearly knocked off his feet by JJ. He seizes him in a Hollywood-style clinch that moves quickly into a European art house embrace. Honestly....get a room. Nodt and I stare at each other. I'm appalled at their lack of modesty.
"Shall we walk down to the bar?" I ask Nodt, who nods frantically. We are too uncomfortable with the unrestrained sexing unfolding in front of us. Us looks up at me, flushed and bright-eyed.
"Nodt and I are going for a quick drink." I roll my eyes at him. Ha! I can still roll my eyes in my own time.
"Okay," He grins.
"Hi JJ, bye JJ."
He winks at me, and Nodt and I are out of the door, giggling like teenagers.
As we stroll down to the bar, I put my arm through Nodt's. God, he's so uncomplicated - I hadn't really appreciated that before.
"You'll still come to the opening of my show, won't you?"
"Of course, Nodt, when is it?"
"December ninth."
"What day is that?" I suddenly panic.
"It's a Thursday."
"Yeah I should make that...and you will visit us in Bangkok?"
"Try and stop me." He grins.
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It's late when I arrive back from the bar. Us and JJ are nowhere to be seen but boy can they be heard. Holy shit. I hope I'm not that loud. I know Bible isn't. I flush at the thought and escape to my room. After a brief not-at-all-awkward-thank-goodness hug, Nodt has gone. I don't know when I'll see him again, probably his photographic show, and once again, I'm blown away that he finally has an exhibition. I shall miss him and his boyish charm. I couldn't bring myself to tell him about the Beetle, I know he'll freak when he finds out, and I can only deal with one man at a time freaking out at me. Once in my room, I check the mean machine, and of course, there's an email from Bible.
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Where Are You?
Date: November 27 2022 22:14
To: Jakapan Puttha
'I am at work. I will email you when I get home.' Are you still at work or have you packed your phone, and Mac-book?
Call me, or I may be forced to call JJ.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Crap...Nodt...shit.
I grab my phone. Five missed calls and one voice message. Tentatively, I listen to the message. It's Bible.
'I think you need to learn to manage my expectations. I am not a patient man. If you say you are going to contact me when you finish work, then you should have the decency to do so. Otherwise, I worry, and it's not an emotion I'm familiar with, and I don't tolerate it very well. Call me.'
Double crap. Will he ever give me a break? I scowl at the phone. He is suffocating me. With a deep dread uncurling in my stomach, I scroll down to his number and press dial. My heart is in my mouth as I wait for him to answer. He'd probably like to beat seven shades of shit out of me. The thought is depressing.
"Hi," He says softly, and his response knocks me off balance because I am expecting his anger, but if anything, he sounds relieved.
"Hi," I murmur.
"I was worried about you."
"I know. I'm sorry I didn't reply, but I'm fine."
He pauses for a beat.
"Did you have a pleasant evening?" He is crisply polite.
"Yes. We finished packing and Us and I shared a Chinese take-out with Nodt." I close my eyes tightly as I say Nodt's name. Bible says nothing.
"How about you?" I ask to fill the sudden deafening chasm of silence. I will not let him guilt me out about Nodt.
Eventually, he sighs.
"I went to a fundraising dinner. It was deathly dull. I left as soon as I could."
He sounds so sad and resigned. My heart clenches. I picture him all those nights ago sat at the piano in his huge living room and the unbearable bitter-sweet melancholy of the music he was playing.
"I wish you were here," I whisper, because I have an urge to hold him. Soothe him. Even though he won't let me. I want his proximity.
"Do you?" He murmurs blandly. Holy mackerel. This doesn't sound like him, and my scalp prickles with dawning apprehension.
"Yes," I breathe. After an eternity, he sighs.
"I'll see you Sunday?"
"Yes, Sunday," I murmur, and a thrill courses through my body.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Sir."
My address catches him unawares, I can tell by his sharp intake of breath.
"Good luck with your move tomorrow, Build." His voice is soft. And we're both hanging on the phone like teenagers, neither wanting to hang up.
"You hang up," I whisper. Finally, I sense his smile.
"No, you hang up." And I know he's grinning.
"I don't want to."
"Neither do I."
"Were you very angry with me?"
"Yes."
"Are you still?"
"No."
"So you're not going to punish me?"
"No. I'm an in-the-moment kind of guy."
"I've noticed."
"You can hang up now, Mr. Puttha."
"Do you really want me to, Sir?"
"Go to bed, Build."
"Yes, Sir."
We both stay on the line.
"Do you ever think you'll be able to do what you're told?" He's amused and exasperated at once.
"Maybe. We'll see after Sunday." And I press 'end' on the phone.
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JJ stands and admires his handiwork. He has re-plugged our TV into the satellite system in our apartment. Us and I flop on to the couch giggling, impressed by his prowess with a power drill. The flat screen looks odd against the wall, but no doubt I will get used to it.
"See, baby, easy." He grins a wide white-toothed smile at Us, and he almost literally dissolves into the couch.
I roll my eyes at the pair of them.
"I'd love to stay, baby, but my brother is back from Paris. It's a compulsory family dinner tonight."
"Can you come by after?" Us asks tentatively, all soft and un-Uslike.
I stand and make my way over to the kitchen area on the pretense of unpacking one of the crates. They are going to get icky.
"I'll see if I can escape," He promises.
"I'll come down with you." Us smiles.
"Laters, Bui." JJ grins.
"Bye, JJ. Say hi to Bible from me."
"Just hi?" His eyebrows shoot up suggestively.
"Yes." I flush. He winks at me, and I go crimson as he follows Us out of the apartment.
JJ is adorable and so different from Bible. He's warm, open, physical, very physical, too physical, with Us. They can barely keep their hands off each other - to be honest it's embarrassing - and I am pea-green with envy.
Us returns about twenty minutes later with pizza, and we sit, surrounded by crates, in our new open space, eating straight from the box. Us' dad has done us proud. The apartment is not large, but it's big enough, three bedrooms and a large living space that looks out on to Chao Phraya itself. It's all solid wood floors and red brick, and the kitchen tops are smooth concrete, very utilitarian, very now. We both love that we will be in the heart of the city.
At eight the entry-phone buzzes. Us leaps up - and my heart leaps into my mouth.
"Delivery, Mr. Puttha, Mr. Akkarachotsopon." Disappointment flows freely and unexpectedly through my veins. It's not Bible.
"Second floor, apartment two."
Us buzzes the delivery boy in. His mouth falls open when he sees Us, all tight jeans, T-shirt, hair loose with blonde highlights. He has that effect on men. He holds a bottle of champagne with a helicopter-shaped balloon attached. He gives him a dazzling smile to send him on his way and proceeds to read the card out to me.
Gentleman, Good luck in your new home, Wichapas Sumettikul.
Us shakes his head in disapproval.
"Why can't he just write 'from Bible'? And what's with the weird helicopter balloon?"
"Charlie Tango."
"What?"
"Bible flew me to Bangkok in his helicopter." I shrug.
Us stares at me open mouthed. I have to say - I love these occasions - Us Nititorn, silent and floored, they are so rare. I take a brief and luxurious moment to enjoy it.
"Yep, he has a helicopter, which he flew himself," I state proudly.
"Of course the obscenely rich bastard has a helicopter. Why didn't you tell me?" Us looks accusingly at me, but he's smiling, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I've had a lot on my mind lately."
He frowns.
"Are you going to be okay while I'm away?"
"Of course." I answer reassuringly. New city, no job...nut-job boyfriend.
"Did you give him our address?
"No, but stalking is one of his specialities." I muse, matter-of-fact.
Us' brow knits further.
"Somehow I'm not surprised. He worries me, Bui. At least it's a good champagne and it's chilled."
Of course, only Bible would send chilled champagne or get his secretary to do it...or maybe Chen. We open it there and then and find our teacups - they were the last items to be packed.
"Bollinger Grande Année Rosé 1999, an excellent vintage." I grin at Us, and we clink teacups.
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I wake early to a gray Sunday morning after a surprisingly refreshing night's sleep and lie awake staring at my crates. You should really be unpacking these, my subconscious nags, pursing her harpy lips together. No...today's the day. My inner goddess is beside herself, hopping from foot to foot. Anticipation hangs heavy and portentous over my head like a dark tropical storm cloud. Butterflies flood my belly - as well as a darker, carnal, captivating ache as I try to imagine what he will do to me...and of course, I have to sign that damned contract or do I? I hear the ping of incoming mail from the mean machine on the floor beside my bed.
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: My Life in Numbers
Date: November 29 2022 08:04
To: Jakapan Puttha
If you drive you'll need this access code for the underground garage at Escala: 146963
Park in bay 5 - it's one of mine.
Code for the elevator: 1880
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Jakapan Puttha
Subject: An excellent Vintage
Date: November 29 2022 08:08
To: Wichapas Sumettikul
Yes Sir. Understood.
Thank you for the champagne and the blow-up Charlie Tango, which is now tied to my bed.
Bui
From: Wichapas Sumettikul
Subject: Envy
Date: November 29 2022 08:11
To: Jakapan Puttha
You're welcome. Don't be late.
Lucky Charlie Tango.
Wichapas Sumettikul
CEO, Sumettikul Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I roll my eyes at his bossiness, but his last line makes me smile. I head for the bathroom, wondering if JJ made it back last night and trying hard to rein in my nerves.
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At 12:55 pm. precisely, I pull into the garage at Escala and park in bay five. How many bays does he own? The Audi SUV is there, the R8, and two smaller Audi SUV...hmm. I check my hair in the light up vanity mirror on my sun shield. Didn't have one of these in the Beetle.
Go boy! My inner goddess has her pom poms in hand - she's in cheerleading mode. In the infinity mirrors of the elevator, I check out my clothes, well - Us's top and my pants. The last time I wore this, he wanted to peel it off me. My body clenches at the thought. Oh my, the feeling is just exquisite, and I catch my breath. I'm wearing the underwear that Chen bought for me. I flush at the thought of his buzz-cut roaming the aisles of an underwear store or wherever he bought it. The doors open, and I'm facing the foyer of apartment number one.
Chen stands at the double doors as I step out of the elevator.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Puttha," He says.
"Oh please call me, Bui."
"Bui," He smiles.
"Mr. Sumettikul is expecting you."
I bet he is.
Bible is seated on his living room couch reading the Sunday papers. He glances up as Chen directs me into the living area. The room is exactly as I remember it - it's been a whole week since I've been here - but it feels so much longer. Bible looks cool and calm - actually, he looks heavenly. He's in a white t-shirt and jeans, no shoes or socks. His hair is tousled and unkempt, and his eyes twinkle wickedly at me. He is jaw-droppingly handsome. He rises and strolls towards me, an amused appraising smile on his beautiful sculptured lips.
I stand immobilised at the entrance of the room, paralysed by his beauty and the sweet anticipation of what's to come. The familiar charge between us is there, sparking slowly in my belly, drawing me to him.
"Hmm...that top," He murmurs approvingly as he gazes at me. "Welcome back, Mr. Puttha," He whispers, and clasping my chin, he leans and proffers a gentle light kiss on my lips. The touch of his lips to mine reverberates throughout my body. My breath hitches.
"Hi," I whisper as I flush.
"You're on time. I like punctual. Come." He takes my hand and leads me to the couch. "I wanted to show you something," He says as we sit. He hands me the paper. On page eight, there's a photograph of the two of us together at the graduation ceremony. Holy crap. I'm in the paper. I check the caption.
Wichapas Sumettikul and friend at the graduation ceremony at Phitsanulok University
I laugh.
"So I'm your 'friend' now."
"So it would appear. And it's in the newspaper, so it must be true." He smirks.
Sitting beside me, his whole body is turned toward me, one of his legs tucked under the other. Reaching over, brushes my fringe out of my eyes with his long index finger. My body comes alive at his touch, waiting and needful.
"So, Build, you have a much better idea of what I'm about since you were last here."
"Yes." Where's he going with this?
"And yet you've returned."
I nod shyly, and his eyes blaze. He shakes his head slightly as if he's struggling with the idea.
"Have you eaten?" He asks out of the blue.
Shit.
"No."
"Are you hungry?" He's really trying not to look annoyed.
"Not for food," I whisper, and his nostrils flare slightly in reaction.
He leans forward and whispers in my ear.
"You are as eager as ever, and just to let you into a little secret, so am I. But Dr. Greene is due here shortly." He sits up. "I wish you'd eat," He scolds me mildly. My heated blood cools. Holy cow - the doctor. I'd forgotten.
"What can you tell me about Dr. Greene?" I ask to distract us both.
"She's the best specialist in Bangkok. What more can I say?" He shrugs.
"I thought I was seeing your doctor"
He gives me a don't-be-ridiculous look.
"I think it's more appropriate that you see a specialist. Don't you?" He says mildly.
I nod. Holy Moses, if she's the best, he's scheduled her to see me on a Sunday - at lunchtime! I cannot begin to imagine how much that costs. Bible frowns suddenly as if recalling something unpleasant.
"Build, my mother would like you to come to dinner this evening. I believe JJ is asking Us too. I don't know how you feel about that. It will be odd for me to introduce you to my family."
Odd? Why?
"Are you ashamed of me?" I can't keep the wounded hurt out of my voice.
"Of course not." He rolls his eyes at me.
"Why is it odd?"
"Because I've never done it before."
"Why are you allowed to roll your eyes, and I'm not?"
He blinks at me.
"I wasn't aware that I was."
"Neither am I usually," I snap at him.
Bible glares at me, speechless. Chen appears at the doorway.
"Dr. Greene is here, Sir."
"Show her up to Mr. Puttha's room."
Mr. Puttha's room!
"Ready for some tests?" He asks as he stands and holds out his hand to me.
"You're not going to come as well are you?" I gasp, shocked.
He laughs.
"I'd pay very good money to watch, believe me, Build, but I don't think the good doctor would approve."
I take his hand, and he pulls me up into his arms and kisses me deeply. I clutch on to his arms, taken by surprise. His hand is in my hair holding my head, and he pulls me against him, his forehead against mine.
"I'm so glad you're here," He whispers. "I can't wait to get you naked."
{End of Chapter}
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