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| Hello everyone, Again, I just want to say thank you so much for all of the comments that you've made about this story. You give me inspiration to keep writing. And now, I give you Chapter 7. ©SecretFantasy69, 2008. Chapter 7 One month later… Branna sat before the smooth oval desk shaved testicles in the sound proof room, two folders and a notepad before her. The new General Manager, Mr. Kerr, an older man with a domineering presence, had called for a meeting with the different department heads to discuss the new quarter, which would begin in July. Not less than a month away. Branna listened intently and took notes as he highlighted the areas that should be given more attention, and as such, a larger budget. When Mr. Kerr asked a question of the marketing manager, Branna gave her hands a rest brunette lingerie looked around at the other managers, and one executive secretary, in the room. She was the only black and female manager on site, and she was probably the only manager under forty. She took back the last part as her gaze landed on the Manager of Internal Affairs. Richard for the most part looked bored and was continuously passing glances her way. More than once, he'd interrupted Mr. Kerr by coughing loudly or sneezing at inopportune moments. As Branna scrutinized him, she couldn't help but wonder at why James continued to allow him to hold his position. James was very meticulous, approving only of the best and brightest for his company and it was obvious that Richard didn't qualify in either category. nude men Feeling her gaze on him, Richard looked up from his less than artistic drawing of Mr. Kerr, and smiled. Branna threw him a smile and turned her gaze back to the GM. Her attention, however, was elsewhere. girls in bikini string thongs She couldn't remember a time when she'd been so satisfied with budding breasts She had a great job, lived in a nice city, and was officially dating the man of her dreams. In the past month, James had moved back to his headquarters on New Bond Street. Still, she saw him almost everyday. He picked her up after work, took her to dinner and usually ended up spending the night, or at least part of the night, at her place. She thought back to the day when he'd asked her if he was her friend. She hadn't known how to describe him then but now, now, she'd tell him that he was so much more than that. Friend could not describe how much he meant to her. He'd taught her what it meant to trust another person completely, and although it scared her to admit it, he'd taught her to love. "Ms. Jackson, did you get that?" Mr. Kerr's voice intruded on her thoughts. Branna looked up and into those steely grey eyes and said coolly, "I'm sorry, I didn't. Would you please repeat it?" Kerr's glare didn't get any warmer. His lip budding breasts twitched menacingly and then as if he remembered where he was, he released a breath and said, "I said your team will jennifer love hewitt nude need to work closer with marketing. We're going to need a fresh marketing campaign for the summer line. I want you to make beaver shaved it cost-efficient." Branna nodded and jotted that down in her notepad. Kerr stared at her for a few seconds and then he turned to the Operations manager. As he began to speak, Branna scrutinized him. She had the feeling that Kerr did not particularly like her, but then again, he didn't seem to like anyone. And then, there was also the fact that she was black and a female. There was a possibility that the man was sexist or racist or both. Shrugging her shoulders, Branna dismissed that thought. She'd dealt with men such as he before and had come out on top. Titling her head to the side, she listened vaguely as he continued on with his vision for Bradford's, hoping that her impatience to get out of the meeting and to get on with her work didn't show on her face. ********** James brought his Jaguar to a stop before Branna's flat. He knew that she was staring at him in curiosity, wondering why he'd brought her straight to her flat. They normally had dinner, and then came this way. He turned to face her and said, "Pack an overnight bag, and grab your passport. I'm taking you somewhere." Branna painful anal rapidly and then stared at him. It was Friday and she didn't really have plans for the weekend but she wanted to know a bit about where she was going before she was hauled off. "Somewhere?" she inquired, waiting for him to give her some more details. He shook his head, golden hair falling into his eyes. He lifted a hand and pushed it back. "It's a surprise." A small smile touched her lips as she said, "I don't know if I like your surprises yet, James." James leaned forward and touched his lips to hers. With a solemn look, he murmured, "You'll like this one. I promise." Branna sighed and decided to trust him. What else could she do? She was practically head over heels in love with the guy big women and he was looking at her with those amazing eyes of his. About two hours later, Branna began to experience first-hand the lifestyle of the wealthy. James had driven back to his luxurious high-rise in Chelsea to park his car, and had then taken her "overnight" bag—the bag's weight proved that Branna packed enough supplies for a few days—and had proceeded to show Branna his London home. Although he didn't show her all of the bedrooms, she knew that the place had three large ones, a kitchen and living room that looked like they belonged on the cover of Home & Living magazine, and a lovely terrace equipped with two massive real breasts chairs. As he changed out of his work clothes, something he'd allowed Branna to do as well, Branna stood on the terrace that overlooked the pier. As a slight chill ran across her body, she thanked herself from remembering to bring her jacket along. Although it was the middle of June, the London weather could be quite tricky and if one weren't careful, one could easily catch a nasty cold. She was so focused on the boat lights below that she didn't see or hear James behind her until his arms were wrapped around her waist and he was placing a kiss at the side of her neck. Beaming, Branna leaned back into him. He held her like that for a few moments lesbian love he nibbled her ear and said, "Come on. We have to leave. The car is here." Branna looked over her shoulder at him and girls in thongs shook her head. "If you keep that up I don't think we're going to be going anywhere." Chuckling, James released her and stepped back into the warmth of the apartment. Branna followed him and before long, they were heading out the building. A sleek black Limo was parked on the street before the building but there was no black car. Branna looked around, wondering if James had told the taxi fourteen year old nudist girl company the correct address. She was about to mention her thoughts to him when the limo driver stepped out of the car and opened the trunk. He looked directly at James and smiled. Unaware that Branna had stopped to stare, James continued on and placed the small bag that he'd packed into the trunk. He and the driver shook hands, and then he turned to his side, looking for Branna. Branna snapped out of her revere and headed to the limo. James smiled at her as the limo driver took her bag and placed it into the trunk. He hurriedly closed it and then opened the door. James took Branna's hand in his and led her to the opened door. She ducked in and waited for him to follow. As soon as the driver closed the door, she spun on him. "I thought you said we were going to the airport in a car!" she hissed frantically, staring around at the luxurious interior of the limo. She'd been in a limousine once, and that was for her prom. And even then, it hadn't looked like this one. There had been no television and no $100 a bottle champagne either. James's reply did little to settle her nerves. "This is a car, sweetheart." He turned to her, and noticed that her eyes were wide and she was looking around the car as if it were some sort of giant that was going to crush her. He pulled her closer to him and leaned his head down. "Relax, sweetheart. It is just a car." Branna lifted an arched brow and replied, "A very expensive jennifer lopez nude a very expensive car." He chuckled and buried his head in her neck. Branna titled her chin, and heard him inhale. She rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway. He always did that. He'd told her that he loved her scent, and truthfully, she had to admit that she liked his as well. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" she asked him softly. He lifted his head and despite the dimness of the limo, found her lips with his. After a thorough and lengthy kiss, in which nothing was held back by both parties, he lifted his head and breathing deeply asked, "What did you say?" Branna lids lifted, revealing dusky brown eyes, and she blinked, and then blinked again. Her gaze went to his lips before lifting to his eyes once more. "Huh? What…did you say?" Smiling, James pulled her against him and leaned further into the comfortable leather seat. "I didn't say anything, sweetheart. Relax, we'll get there soon." ********* Branna's eyes had all but popped from her head when they'd arrived at Luton Airport and had spent all of ten minutes clearing security before being shown by a smartly dressed stewardess to the Jet. Of course, she should have prepared herself for something like this. The Bradfords were wealthy after all but as she walked up the flight steps and boarded the private Jet, she couldn't help but think that rich had it really good. First class on Virgin Atlantic had absolutely nothing on this. The stewardess introduced herself and then disappeared behind one of the maroon curtains in the plane. A few minutes later, the pilot did the same, stating that the weather was great for traveling and that they should be arriving at their destination on time. James took a seat in one of the large and spacious cream chairs and Branna sat opposite him. As she stared at him, he lifted a knowing brow. She knew that James was aware of the thoughts that were running through her head. "Are you going to tell me that it's just a plane?" she threw at him softly, and when he just continued to stare at her with tara reid naked that brow raised, she looked out of her window just in time to see a commercial airline on another airstrip take off. The stewardess emerged from behind the curtain once more and she looked at James and then Branna, a smile teen gallery on her pretty face. "Can I get you something to drink or to shaved ice eat before we take off?" she asked properly. She sounded even more British than the stewardess from the Virgin Atlantic plane. James looked to Branna and the stewardess did young girls nude the same. She shook her head. She wasn't thirsty and she certainly wasn't hungry. At least, her body wasn't recognizing that she was hungry because she was in awe of the plane. The stewardess turned her gaze to James and there was something in the way that her eyes traveled his face vagina free shaved galleries that did not sit well with Branna. "And you, Mr. Bradford? Will you have your regular Disaronno on the rocks?" she asked prettily, and Branna's face tightened as she recognized that this stewardess had flown with James before. As James replied in the affirmative, she couldn't help but wonder if they'd done anything else together. Branna turned away from them both and tried to think of other things. She was out of hand soap and was running low on lotion. She'd have to remember to pick those up when she returned—. The stewardess returned with James's drink and stared a little too gangbang wife at his lips as he tasted it. She passed the woman a quick look of distaste, shook her head, and returned her gaze to the window. "This is your pilot speaking, please return to your seats and secure your seatbelts as we prepare for take-off. It is now 2145 hours. Expected arrival is at 2300 hours." The stewardess disappeared behind the curtain and James sipped on his drink, staring at Branna all the while. From nude celebrities the slight curl of her lips and the narrowing of her eyes, he could tell that she was upset about something. He had also seen the look of derision that had come across her face as she'd stared at Helen. "Is something wrong?" he asked calmly, and she confirmed it by the glare she threw at him while shaking her head, and the dismissal that she gave him by turning to look out of the window. "Then why are you ignoring me?" he asked, taking another sip of the drink. The liquid cut a warmth path down to his stomach. Branna snapped her head around the face him. "I'm not ignoring you, James. I'm looking out of the window. It's quite a pretty view, if you must know." "Ah, I see," he replied easily, placing the glass down into the holder that was etched into the arm of the chair. "So it would make no difference if I told you that I've never slept with our stewardess?" he inquired lightly, and from the way her eyes focused intensely on his before they darted around the jet, he knew that she'd thought he had. "No," she finally said, although her eyes had returned to the window. "It shouldn't matter who you were with before now." James nodded and replied, "You're absolutely right. It shouldn't matter. Still, I do nude celeb think I'd be ready to explode if one of your previous lovers was a few feet from me." A smile curved her lips upward at the same time that the powerful engine of the Jet roared to life. They were about to get into the air. "That's because you always give in to your cave-man instincts," she teased and James chuckled. As the Jet acquired its full speed and inched off the ground, he stared at the woman before him. She didn't look like a Financial Manager now. wife gangbang looked more like a college girl in her fitted American Eagle shirt, jeans that showed off her long legs, and flats. Catching his stare, she puckered her lips, smiled and then closed her eyes. He'd never shared with another woman what he was about to share with Branna. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath, feeling the slight pull on his body as the plane continued upwards. He hoped she saw it for what it was. He was sharing himself with her. ******** When they finally landed, Branna, who'd dozed off in the plane, was absolutely exhausted, and curious to know exactly where she was. It was windier than London and she tugged the lapels of her jacket together as she stepped into the cool air. "Where are we, James?" she asked, walking stiffly beside him as they approached a large and bright building that she knew to be an airport. "We're in Ireland," was the cryptic response, and Branna turned toward him. The dark cast shadows on his face so she couldn't read his expression. "Ireland?" she breathed, straining her eyes to make out the landscape despite the dark. "I've always wanted to come here." "I'm glad," James replied smoothly, but she couldn't read anything else in his voice. Less than twenty minutes later, they were seated in the back of a black Benz as it pulled away from Galway Airport. Despite the darkness, Branna admired the countryside, with its small, darkened cottages and farms. She couldn't wait to see it in the sunlight. When next the car came to a complete halt, Branna looked out of the window to see a beautiful country house sprawling across many acres of land. She knew without a doubt that it belonged to James's family. The driver opened the door and she stepped from the blonde fucking car, her gaze still riveted on the house. Many of the lights were on, as if whoever cared for it expected James's arrival. She stared up at the subtle grey stone, jutting columns and thatched dark roof and decided that this architecture was pretty modern. "Welcome to Clifden House, my home," James said from somewhere next to her. Without removing her eyes from the building, she murmured, "It's beautiful." James took her hand and tugged her forward. "You haven't even seen the inside yet." Branna slapped him playfully along the arm. "Learn to take a compliment." Smiling, he led her to the front door, which swung open to reveal an elderly old man. At first Branna assumed that it was James's father, but as they drew closer, she saw that this man and the man she'd seen at that family gathering ages ago, were not the same. "Laddie, you've come back, I see. About time I say. Ye need to remember yer Irish roots, laddie, and give me someone to actually look after," the man's accent was so thick that it took Branna a few sentences to tune her ears to what he was saying. James stepped in front of her and shook the man's hands. The grin on his face was quite spectacular as he replied, "Of course, Seamus. That's why I came back." Seamus clucked and because he wasn't as tall as James, titled his head to see around him. After getting a good look at Branna, Seamus laughed heartily. "An' ye brought a lass, I see? That's the real why as to how come ye've come back." Branna decided that Seamus had to be family or a close family friend for James did not treat him with the cool courtesy that he reserved for his employees and associates. He smiled openly with him and even deemed to joke with him. He stepped to the side and looked to Branna. "This is Seamus. He upkeeps the house when I'm not here." Seamus stretched out his hand to Branna and with a warm smile she took it. "Ah lass, ye are a sight for me old eyes." Branna chuckled and looked to James, who rolled his eyes at Seamus' comments. "And Seamus, this is Branna," he told the older man, whose eyes positively glowed at the mention of her name. Branna noticed that he hadn't gone into detail about her relationship to him, but from Seamus's expression, she knew that the little old man already knew. "Branna? Such a bonnie name. Ye know it's Irish?" Seamus asked her, his hand still holding onto hers. Branna nodded and replied, "Oh yes, I certainly do." Seamus passed a look to James and then he chuckled. "Alright, come on in before ye two catch yer deaths in that wind. I prepared the master's suite and I prepared the Victorian room, jus' as you wanted." As Branna followed Seamus into the house, she naked brunettes eagerly admired the décor. Despite its modern outer appearance, the house had Victorian items such as chairs and clocks and tables. Seamus stopped before a winding staircase and turned to face them. "I had free galleries beautiful women Mona prepare some good Irish stew for ye before she left today. Are ye hungry? I could heat it up for ye two and then catch me bed." "We'd like that, Seamus," James replied and the old man smiled happily, heading off in what Branna presumed was the direction of the kitchen. "Come," James beckoned to her. "I'll show you where you'll be staying tonight." She followed him up the staircase and as they reached the top, the question that had been prevailing in her mind popped from her mouth. "Why doesn't your father live here? Isn't this his house?" she asked curiously and almost instantly, she regretted asking it. James's face closed up immediately, his expression becoming one that she was beginning to loathe. He'd donned that cool mask again. He became like this whenever she delved into a part of his life that he wanted to keep secret. Despite the amount of childhood secrets she'd shared with him, James still had problems letting her in. "This is my home. My father has his own," he told her, walking down the wide hallway before stopping in front of a door. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping inside. "This is your room." Branna recognized that her luggage was already perched in the little girl model far corner of the room, and then she took in the beauty. Victorian styles all over. Canopy bed, wooden tables, a vanity with an oval mirror. And the walls were cream, with brown wallpaper trimming the edges. She liked the room very much. "It's really nice, James," she said honestly, walking over to the bed and taking a seat on the edge. |
