The Architect Page 10
“I want to own you. Control you. Take care of you, and know that you only have eyes for me.”
My heart swells. “Say no more. I’m coming up to see you.”
“Now?” he asks in amazement.
“Yes, now, so text me over the postcode and I’ll go home and pack a few things and be up there for tonight.”
“What about work?”
“Never mind all that, I’ll call in sick or something.”
“Well, okay then, get your fine self home and I’ll send over the address.”
“Great. I’ll see you soon.”
“You’re amazing, you know.”
“Tell me that again later,” I tease, before ending the call.
***
After throwing casual sexy clothes into a bag, and even sexier lingerie, I grab my toiletries and sat nav, jump in my car, and head for the motorway.
The whole journey up is a mixture of excitement and ruthlessness, as I daydream wonderful things about Heath and scheme against Veronica and George. I’ve tried to put the evil pair to the back of my mind for now, but I can’t. However, I know as soon as I see Heath, the thoughts of them will diminish. Which is why I am doing this. It seems such a rash thing for me to do, call in sick for a week, throw a suitcase together, jump in a car and drive miles, but I know it’s the right thing. I know I need him. I need him to hold me in his healing arms and take the pain away. And after hearing him tell me he needs me, too, I just couldn’t bear to be apart from him any longer. I’ll deal with this whole mess when I come back. For now, I just want to be with him.
After miles of breaking the speed limit, service stations, queues, and for the last three hours, squinted eyes, I finally arrive at The Grey Stone Hotel.
Reversing my little car into a tight spot, I squeeze out and hastily make for Reception. Setting off the automatic doors as I near them, I hear my name called. I turn to find Heath hidden amongst the manicured bushes, smoking.
I swallow, before casually walking his way. He stubs his cigarette out, and as soon as we are close enough we embrace, and every negative thought is squeezed out of me by his arms.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper.
Withdrawing only his head from our embrace, he looks me in the eyes and replies with the same words.
We stand in the warmth of each other’s arms for a while, then he takes my hand and we head for the doors.
“How the hell did you get up here so fast?”
I bite my lip. “Well, I think I may have broken a few speed limits.”
He grins. “Well now, Miss Watson, that is very naughty.”
I bow my head. “I know, but I needed to see you.”
He fidgets as we walk into the foyer. “I think you best get your little bottom up to my room, don’t you?”
“Whatever for?”
He smiles. “For that trouble you just got yourself into.”
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