The Gift of Friendship

By J A Clarke

Chapter One

It was a muggy sort of morning, heavy and threatening Katrina decided as she turned the air conditioning up further. The perfect sort of day for a good row – or fight – especially with the mood she was in at that particular moment.

She had come to the States a year ago because it was a country that didn’t mind powerful women executives – at least that’s what she’d thought. It worked fine when you ran your own company, but when you had yet to make your first million and were forced to work for someone else, it was funny that no matter how senior a position a woman held, there always seemed to be a man just one rung further up the ladder.

It wouldn’t have bothered her in the slightest, except for one very important issue. He was always countermanding her directions. Consequently, in the last nine months, she had lost three big deals to a rival company, due to the man’s inability to make decisions.

Now she’d discovered another deal which she knew she could pull off, providing Jake Burdett kept his big nose out of it. She did not want to lose this contract to Elliot Burch and the Burch Development Corporation.

Sighing, she returned to her desk, and thumbed the intercom. She decided to get it over and done with.

“Sandy, is Jake in yet?”

“He’s in the Caribbean for a month, Kat.”

“A month…are you sure?”

“Yes, four weeks, minimum.”

“Right, thanks.” Nice of him to let her know, but a large smile appeared on her face, lighting up her features. Four weeks… If she leaned on people really hard, she might just be able to pull it off before know-it-all Burdett got back…

*****

Elliot Burch leaned on his desk and stared hard at David Lester, the Head of Property Development in the company. In the background lurked Cleon Manning, Head of Security, awaiting counsel with the owner of the Burch Industries Group.

“I want to know what Scott & Brice are up to or, more importantly, what Katrina Grover has got up her sleeve.”

“I’ve got the word out. As soon as she makes a move, we’ll know. But why her, Mr Burch? Why not Carpenter, or Welham?”

“Because Lester, she has started three of the best deals I have ever come across.”

“But she never sees them through. We always win.”

“Only because she’s got a cretin for a boss,” Manning informed him helpfully. “His total inability has cost their company millions in lost revenue.”

“Exactly, and he’s in the Caribbean for a month. That gives our Miss Grover four weeks’ free reign. She could do us a great deal of harm, so you make sure I know what’s happening.”

“I reckon my team could find deals just as good,” Lester interjected.

“So why didn’t they find those last three? I pay them enough!”

“If she’s that good, why don’t you hire her?” Lester retorted, losing his cool.

It was the wrong thing to say, Elliot’s expressive eyes glittered dangerously. “I might just do that, Lester.” The warning was crystal clear, as was the dismissive gesture that followed it. He straightened abruptly and Lester sidled out, stinging from the rebuff, closing the door behind him.

“You should be more careful, he could be dangerous,” Manning said, getting up from his chair and coming forward, a dossier tucked under his arm.

Elliot gestured in a negative fashion with his hand. “He hasn’t got the guts. Maybe if he did, I would get to these deals first! Now, what have you got for me?”

Manning retrieved the file from under his arm and placed it on the desk. He flicked open the cover to reveal a large colour photograph of a woman with wavy mahogany red hair, green eyes and a rather sultry expression. Elliot’s eyebrows rose with interest.

“Katrina Grover, British. First Class Honours in Business Administration, Structural geology and architecture. She really knows her stuff, including the construction industry. Been over here for a year, worked the last nine months for Scott & Brice on property deals. This is one very sharp lady.”

“Background?”

“Nothing. As clean as can be, and not even a parking ticket.”

“Oh come on…”

“Honest to God. I was doubtful too, so I followed it up myself. I can’t find a thing – unless of course you’re interested in her hobbies?”

Elliot shook his head, idly scratched his beard and gave Manning a sideward glance, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Maybe Lester’s right. Maybe I should follow his suggestion and hire her.” He looked thoughtfully out of the window…

*****

Burdett must have had spies in the camp, Katrina decided, coming close to feeling violent. She had been about to sign the contract, delighted to have – for once – beaten Elliot Burch, when her boss returned early, decided he thought it was worth more than what she had asked and put the price up by another twenty percent. Consequently, she lost it to the Burch Development Corporation, yet again.

The look she gave Burdett should have been enough to put him six feet underground. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.

“Are you secretly working for the Burch Development Corporation, or what?” she’d demanded, following him into his office.

“What are you implying?”

“Look, I’ve found this company some very good deals this past year, and you’ve gone and stuck your great oar in them at the vital stage. The delay has resulted in us being pipped at the post.”

“My job is the ensure the security of the finances of this company.”

“By keeping them stagnant? Our shares should have been through the roof by now! Instead they’re exactly the same as they were a year ago, if not worse!”

“You exaggerate. Go back to our office and just do your job. I take it you have other deals in the pipeline?”

“If I do, you’ll be the last one to know!”

“If you don’t like the way we operate, you can always find somewhere else to work.”

She opened her mouth, shut it again and stared at him long and hard. “You know Burdett, that’s the best idea I’ve heard you come up with since I’ve been here!” With that, she turned and stalked off, plans beginning to form in her mind.

As she approached her office Sandy, her secretary hailed her. “Kat! Let me know who the admirer is, okay?”

“What?” Kat stared at her, puzzled. “What admirer?”

“You’ll see! Just go into your office!”

Curiosity aroused, she opened the door to her office and peered round. On her desk sat a large box. She sauntered forward and looked down. It contained two dozen red roses. A warm feeling spread through her – she always felt like that when something romantic happened, although that didn’t happen very often – and it brought a smile to her lips.

She eagerly undid the box and let the sweet scent of the flowers assail her nostrils, before picking up the card that came with them. Sandy came in with a vase of water as she started to open the envelope to reveal the card inside.

“Well?” prompted Sandy.

Kat read it aloud.

“Call me,

Elliot Burch”

“Elliot Burch! Wow!”

“Of all the nerve! The audacity of the man!” Katrina threw the card onto the desk, piqued, then reconsidered and straight away picked it up again. “I wonder…” A thoughtful look entered her eyes as she tapped the card against her chin. She looked down again at the flowers. They were after all red roses… “Sandy, get me Elliot Burch on the phone!”

Her secretary put the vase down on the desk, turned and almost ran out of the office in her eagerness to carry out the request. He was one very good looking guy, and here was a chance for her to hear what he sounded like!

While Katrina waited for the call to come through, she arranged the roses in the vase and placed them strategically on her desk. Now all she needed was Burdett to come in and see them; that’d give him a shock, ha!

As she walked around the desk to sit down in her chair, the phone rang, making her jump. She took a deep breath to compose herself before answering it.

“Hello?”

“I’ve got Mr Burch on the line for you, Kat.”

“Put him through please, Sandy.” She heard a click. “Good afternoon Mr Burch. I felt I should phone and thank you for the beautiful flowers.” She idly fingered a delicate petal.

“I’m glad you liked them,” a most pleasant deep voice replied. A voice to match the looks.

“Your note asked me to call… Was there something in particular you wished to discuss with me?”

“Let’s not be coy,” he replied, a hint of amusement audible in his voice. “Are you free for lunch tomorrow? I have a business proposition I’d like to put to you.”

“I’ll check my diary.” Who was she kidding? Of course she was free! “Yes, I’ve nothing arranged.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up outside, twelve sharp.”

“If you insist.”

“Until tomorrow. I look forward to meeting you.”

The line went dead and Katrina permitted herself a wry smile.

There was a knock on the door and Sandy appeared. “Tell me,” she prompted.

“Lunch tomorrow.”

“Really, what was it all about?”

“He wants to discuss a business proposition, although I think he wants to sound me out – I could be in for a career move.”

Sandy sobered. “Kat, if… if you go and you need a secretary…,” her voice trailed off hopefully.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. I haven’t gone yet. Still, best to be prepared… I’ll think I’ll go and do some investigating, see what I can find out.”

“No need. If you hang on, I can get my hands on a very interesting file.”

Katrina sat puzzled, until Sandy came back, and placed a large folder on her desk.

“Elliot Burch and the Burch Development Corporation. There’s some very interesting stuff in here, if you get my meaning - but read for yourself.”

“Where did this come from?”

“Scott & Brice keep files on all their leading competitors. The Burch Industries Group – specifically the Development Corporation – is one of their major, shall we say… thorns in the side? Anyway, keep it hidden, not a lot of people know it exists! See you later.”

“Will do.”

Katrina opened the folder and flicked through it. It contained photos, personal details, estimated turnovers, articles, newspaper clippings, letters; a real gold mine of information. She decided her office was not the place to read it, so she put it in her briefcase, donned her coat and gave her roses one last smell before leaving.

“I’m going home to do some research,” she said to Sandy. “See you in the morning.”

“Yeah, bye.”

In the safety of her apartment, after changing into a tracksuit and with a cup of coffee in her hand, she curled up on the sofa and began to read through the folder from the beginning.

Elliot Burch was a bit of a dark horse. Ruthless, tough and not afraid to take a gamble. It was estimated he was worth millions, perhaps even more. He looked an exciting person to work for and Katrina wondered if she could get a job with his company and whether he’d let her see a task through to the end.

She had a plan forming, based on an idea she had been throwing around for the last six months, but it would be a great gamble and it looked like she was about to find out if he was really game or not. It could well be, though, that he would be rather shy, having recently lost his huge Tower project; only time would tell.

As she progressed through the folder, she gradually became acquainted with the key employees of the Burch Development Corporation. There was Cleon Manning, Head of Security; the best in his field. He actually had his own security company, but was kept on a retainer by Burch. Katrina did not doubt for a moment that she herself had been investigated; it would be the normal procedure. The other person she was really interested in was David Lester, her equivalent number.

“Bingo!” she suddenly exclaimed, finding a number of annotated papers. She didn’t like what she found. The man was a crook. If Scott & Brice knew this, surely Elliot Burch did as well? In fact, it looked like Scott & Brice were into a little blackmail.

“Okay, Mr Burch, if we come to an agreement tomorrow, David Lester has to go!”

She studied the most recent photo of Burch once more, absorbing every detail of the handsome, now bearded face, her attention drawn to a pair of the most beautiful, expressive, twinkling grey-blue eyes she had ever seen. When she thought she had studied his features enough, she shut the older with a decisive thump.

Feeling the need now to unwind, she reached for her embroidery hoop and began to work on a section until her eyes grew heavy, then she retired for the night and dreamt of a man worth millions.

The following morning saw her at work early, dressed in her best suit, with hair swept up and back, her total appearance immaculate. She spent the morning continuing research for her next project, checking planning permission, figures and any possible problems that could arise.

“Hey Kat, it’s 11:55!” Sandy poked her head round the door.

“Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun! See you later. If you-know-who wants to know where I am, tell him I’ve got a business lunch.”

She gathered her papers together and locked them in a drawer, then she put her jacket on, pulled one of the roses from the vase, trimmed it and placed it in her lapel before picking up her handbag and making her way down in the elevator to the front of the building.

The doorman gave her a friendly nod as she walked through the door and towards the curb. Almost on cue, a black limousine drew up. The driver got out and opened the door for her.

“Good afternoon, Miss Grover, please join me.” Elliot Burch smiled a smile that lit up his handsome features and his eyes swiftly appraised her.

Katrina did as she was told.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought we’d take a working lunch in my office.” He gave her a reassuring smile and took note of the rose in her lapel. “So, you really did like the roses.”

Her hand moved involuntarily towards her lapel. “Yes, I did.”

He continued. “I’ve been keeping a careful watch on you since that first deal, last year.”

“Really? I nearly beat you this time, and would have done if…” She let her voice trail off.

“Jake Burdett. Unfortunately, a man with very little business sense. Your talents are being wasted at Scott & Brice. You’re someone I could use in my company and I’d give you the control you want.” He fixed her with an intense scare.

“I’ll tell you what, Mr Burch, you give me lunch, a tour of your operations and be totally honest about it and I’ll see what I think.”

It was like a game of cat and mouse and neither of them were really quite sure who was playing which part.

Over lunch in his office, they talked of anything but work and business deals. The topics included music, theatre, hobbies; anything but the real object of the meeting. That was to come after they had eaten. Elliot was as good as his word and gave her a conducted tour of the entire building. Afterwards, they returned to his office for coffee.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked her brightly, the enthusiasm evident in his voice and eyes.

“I’m impressed.”

“Will you come?”

“On one condition.” She saw him frown. He obviously did not like to be compromised. “If I come and work for you, David Lester has to go.”

“Why?”

“I won’t work with a crook.” She saw his expression harden. “Oh come on, Mr Burch, you must know what’s going on. Extra payments to a private account, the ordering of sub-standard equipment and other supplies, extortion, shall I go on? If you’re unaware of this, I suggest you get your Mr Manning to look into things, but quite frankly, I’m surprised he hasn’t already warned you.”

Elliot was usually very good at keeping his features neutral. He was well aware of what was going on, and was gathering a nice little file on Lester’s private deals. He was not aware however, that other people knew or had this much detail, especially someone from a rival company.

“You realise of course that I’ll get Manning to check you out,” he countered with.

“You mean you haven’t done that already? Look all you like, Mr Burch. You won’t even find a parking ticket.” She sounded pretty smug about it as well.

Elliot took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. Manning had been right. She was one very sharp lady, but he liked her. He got up from his chair, shoved a hand in his trouser pocket, walked to the window and looked out across the city before turning back to face her. She just sat there, staring straight back, cool as a cucumber. Finally, he walked up to her and held out his hand.

“You have a deal.”

She stood up and took the offered hand to seal the agreement.

“When would you like me to start, Mr Burch?”

“As soon as possible actually.”

“Well, normal notice is a month, but I have a sneaky suspicion I might get the sack when my boss finds out where I’m going, so shall we say, Monday morning?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Great.”

“By the way… my closest associates call me Elliot.”

“And mine call me Kat.”

They shook hands again.

“May I then, book your time for part of Monday morning, say ten thirty? I have some plans I would like to put to you.”

“That’s fine by me. Would you care to give me a clue as to what you have in mind?”

“No… but Monday is the day when I find out just how game you are…” She let her voice trail off and fixed him with a secretive smile that gave him the full benefit of her sultry looks - and stirred something deep within him.

“It sounds most mysterious.”

“No, just extremely adventurous.”

“Until Monday. If you need me before then, just call, I’ll be here. I’ll get Simmons to drive you back to your office.”

“Please, don’t bother, I think I’d like to walk. I’m still not sure what I’ve done! Oh, just one more thing.”

“Name it.”

“I’d like to bring my secretary with me, if that’s all right?”

“Whatever you wish.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you Monday morning. Just make sure you have your courage with you!”

She walked out of his office and Elliot noticed how her perfume lingered on. He shoved both hands in his pockets and stared at the closed door in silent contemplation.

It took Katrina twenty minutes to walk back to Scott & Brice; time enough for her to calm herself and come to terms with what she had done. Elliot Burch was one hell of a charismatic man, who exuded confidence and a sexuality that he may or may not have been aware of. He'd had quite an effect on her and it had taken a great deal of will power to maintain the calm appearance. Now back in control, she hummed as she entered her office. Sandy looked up.

“Sandy, I’d like your resignation on my desk in half an hour.”

Her secretary squealed in delight. “You did it! I won’t forget this, honest I won’t. When do we start?”

“Well, technically speaking, we have to give a month’s notice, but I reckon we’ll get frog marched out of here, so Monday! I want you with me because I need someone I can really trust. Do you follow my meaning?” She fixed her secretary with a hard stare.

The woman sobered. “Yes I do, and you know you can.”

“Good.” She lowered her voice. “Can you also get me a photocopy of that interesting file? I want to take it with me. Collect it from me when you bring your resignation in.”

“O-okay, but what if I get caught?”

“Ensure you don’t.” Katrina carried on into her private office, sat down and composed her own letter of resignation. Burdett would throw a fit, and she just couldn’t wait to see it.

An hour later both resignations had been forwarded to Burdett’s secretary, who promised to pass them on as soon as he got back from his meeting.

Sandy successfully copied the file and put the original back where it belonged. Katrina collected all the information together and all the relevant papers for her meeting with Elliot on Monday. Not liking the thought of keeping these papers in her office, she left early, taking the lot with her. They would be safer at her apartment and she didn’t want Scott & Brice to find out about her latest deal. It belonged to Elliot Burch now.

As it was, all hell broke loose the following morning. Burdett came storming into her office waving her letter under her nose. He immediately noticed the roses, but pointedly ignored them.

“What is this?” he demanded.

“My resignation.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“You clearly told me that if I didn’t like the way things were done around here, to go and find somewhere else to work. Well, I have.”

“Who?”

“Mind your own damn business!”

“Look, perhaps I was a little hasty, I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”

“What’s the point, Jake? As soon as I find something you stop all my moves! I’d like to win for once, rather than coming in a poor second, and now I’ve got the chance. Just what the hell you’re playing at, I don’t know, but I’m sure it must involve something pretty shady. Tell me, do you get a little payment on the side for ensuring Scott & Brice don’t get the really big deals?”

Burdett bristled. “That’s slanderous!”

“So sue me. But I’m sure the courts would be most interested to know why you block every deal I make. I’ve yet to hear a good reason. As for the resignation, it stands and that’s final. Go find some other poor fool to hassle, I’ve had enough!”

“If that’s how you feel, I suggest you pack up your things and go now!” he raged. “I could make things extremely difficult for you, you know, and your new two-bit company!”

“Don’t threaten me Jake, it won’t work. I’ve got absolutely nothing to hide should anything come out in the open. But I suspect you have some very interesting facts that would be best remaining hidden, don’t you? And as for a two-bit company, the Burch Development Corporation may be many things, but two-bit, never. The only company that fits that description is this one!”

“Burch!” Burdett was speechless with shock.

They stared at each other, eyes blazing, and it was Katrina who won – she had yet to meet the person who could beat her after years of practice at home as a child, outstaring her cat.

“Just take your belongings and go,” Burdett finally said turning and walking out the door.

“My pleasure!” she shouted after him, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. There, it was done.

She packed up the rest of her stuff, donned her coat, grabbed her flowers and walked out to Sandy.

“I suggest you pack up as well and have a holiday for the rest of the week. I’ll see you at nine Monday morning – somewhere in the building!” With that, she left and didn’t look back.

*****

By nine Monday morning, Katrina was in an office just across the hall from Elliot Burch himself. It was larger than her old one, better furnished, and with a splendid view of the city. She had her own small conference table, cabinets and other goodies. The carpet was a deep pile, and vegetation in huge pots gave the whole room a more friendly, ‘human’ appearance.

She had popped into the outer office to see if Sandy was happy with her own space, and was so busy chatting, she didn’t see David Lester walk past; stop, back up slightly and give her another look. His face hardened, and he stormed through Nanci’s office and straight into Elliot’s, without so much as announcing himself.

“It’s customary to knock before you enter a room,” Elliot said icily, as Lester stormed up to his desk, obviously very angry and upset.

“I’ve seen her in this building! What is she doing here?”

“Are you referring to Katrina Grover,” Elliot asked, being deliberately obtuse.

“You know damn well I am! What the hell is she doing here?”

“Working, I hope.”

Lester banged a fist down on the ornately curved desk. “I won’t have it, do you hear!”

“You won’t have it, Lester?” he queried, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I merely followed your suggestion and hired her.”

“What? I won’t work with her!”

“Do you know, she said the same thing about you.”

“I - I’ll resign!”

“I’ll save you the trouble, Lester. You’re fired!”

His mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Elliot…”

“Mr Burch,” he corrected.

“Damn it, I’ll drag you through the courts for this!”

Elliot retrieved a black file from his top drawer and threw it down in front of Lester. “Yes, why don’t you. I’m sure the jury would be most interested in that little lot.”

Lester paled considerably. “S-she put you up to this, didn’t she! The slut! Did she persuade you over dinner or was it later in bed! Is she that good in bed, Burch?”

Elliot stood up, barely holding his temper in check. “I think you’ve said more than enough, Lester.” His voice was the barest of whispers and his grey eyes glittered dangerously. “You have one hour to clear your desk and get out of this building, for good.” He stared at him and continued to do so until Lester backed down. Elliot thumbed his intercom. “Nanci, send security in here now, please.”

“Yes, Mr Burch.”

Two burly looking security guards knocked on the door less than ten seconds later and came in.

“Sir?”

“Mr Lester has one hour to clear his desk and then he is leaving – for good. Ensure he finds the way out and under no circumstances is he to be allowed to set foot in this building again.” He shifted his gaze back to his ex-property developer. “Good bye, Lester. Your cheque’ll be in the post.”

“I’ll get even for this! So help me I will! I’ll fix you and your bed mate!” he threatened.

Elliot didn’t bat an eyelid, but simply gestured to the two guards with a nod of his head. They took hold of Lester’s arms firmly, and frog-marched him out.

Elliot let go of the breath, he’d been holding and sat down, finally relaxing. Lester’s words may just have been idle threats, but he was not about to take that chance. He thumbed the intercom again.

“Nanci, get me Manning right away, please.”

“Yes, Mr Burch.”

The Head of Security arrived about ten minutes later.

“What’s the problem, Elliot?”

“Just how dangerous do you think Lester could be?”

“Why? What’s happened?”

“I’ve fired him.”

Manning took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Would you like to tell me about it?”

Elliot explained. “I’m not worried about myself, I have security people, but Katrina hasn’t. Would he have the guts to carry out some form of action against her?”

“Like you said, he’d need a lot of pushing. Maybe if he was drunk enough, he could do something. Do you want me to assign a man to Katrina to keep an eye on her, or do you want one on Lester?”

“Watch Lester. I don’t think Katrina will take too kindly to being followed, even if it’s for her own good!”

“Okay, will do.”

“Thanks. If there’s anything you think I should know...” He let his voice trail off as Manning nodded. Elliot glanced at his watch. “Well, in three minutes I shall find out what my new Property Developer has in mind for her first project.”

“Any clues?”

“One. That I’d need courage.”

“Sooner you than me! Right, if that’s all, I’ll get on this straight away. I’ll keep you posted if there are any developments.”

“Thanks Cleon.” They shook hands, then Manning left, almost bumping into Katrina, who was on the way in.

“Good morning, Mr Manning,” she said brightly, and carried on through, her arms laden with a briefcase and a large art-style folder. “Good morning, Elliot.” She moved to his conference table and began to unpack her laptop and papers.

“Would you like a coffee before we start?” he asked her.

“Please… and I’d stand by with something stronger when we’ve finished.” She gave him a wicked sideward glance and Elliot realised she was teasing him. None of his employees did that, mainly because they were too scared of him. He wasn’t used to being treated like this; it was a new experience, but one he was quite enjoying.

“Does that mean I ought to stand by with a straight jacket for you?” he replied, his expression matching hers.

“Let’s wait and see, shall we?”

They sat drinking their coffee at the conference table and Katrina then began her presentation, bringing it up on the large monitor at the end of the room.

“You own half the block here, on the east side of Central Park. It’s on the border of a rundown area with derelict warehouses, workshops and what used to be small light industry. The other half of the block will shortly be coming up for sale.

“Now, I’ve visited the Mayor’s office and spoken to him about what he’d like to see done in this area. Also I’ve been down to the planning office. This area is an eye sore. Ideally, they’d like to see some form of business down there, rather than just apartments. I’m proposing the following.”

She clicked onto the next slide and also reached into her art folder and pulled out the actual sketch.

“The Burch New York Hotel, with conference facilities, penthouses on the top floor, a mall of exclusive shops, boutiques, coffee houses, and car park underneath.”

Elliot took a sharp intake of breath and looked first at the screen and then at the larger sketch. It was something he had not expected. He watched as she flicked through several screens giving various artist impressions of what it was all likely to look like.

Katrina sat back and watched the assortment of emotions travel across his face.

After a few minutes of silent contemplation, he leant forward on the table and said, “We’re talking money, here.”

“I did say it was adventurous.”

“How come you know about the other half block coming up for sale? And what about planning permission?”

“I have contacts, and as for planning permission; when I mentioned the creation of jobs and the revitalisation of that area of the city, with possible knock-on effects of increased tourism and the fact that we could just make some form of contribution to the park itself, doors suddenly and magically opened before me.

“Elliot…,” she leant forward herself. “Imagine the finest hotel in New York, named after you, and with donations to all the right places, it could put you in serious contention for the number one property magnate.”

“What do you get out of it?”

“Me? Oh, I finally get to see something through from beginning to end, and one hell of a party the day it opens.”

“And that’s all?”

“Well, you can pay me a bonus if we come in ahead of schedule,” she suggested.

“Ahead? You’re really sure of yourself aren’t you? But have you thought about the DA’s office? Moreno and I don’t exactly see eye to eye.”

“That’s what I’m here for! Elliot, we can do it – if you want to.”

They stared at each other; one with a pleading, urging look, the other frowning and weighing up the possibilities. It was a huge risk and would stretch the financial resources of his building company to the limit; but if it came in, the possibilities would be almost endless. A gamble. A challenge.

Slowly, a smile crept across his features and his eyes began to sparkle with anticipation.

“Okay Kat,” he finally said. “Tell me more.”

The rest of the morning was taken up by her detailing the entire plan, and the visions she had for it. Nothing had been left unturned; clauses in contracts, bonus payments, security, fire department consultation, cost-savings analysis; everything had been covered.

“You’re not telling me you thought this lot out in a week, surely!” Elliot said his mind still reeling from the barrage of information he had been assaulted with.

“Oh no. I’ve been working on this for six months. All I really needed was the right block of land, and this is it.”

“I’m actually really impressed.”

“But do you like it?”

“Hell yes,” he said. “Yes I do! You really know how to start with an impact, don’t you!”

“If I have a good boss, I can sometimes really excel myself.” She gave him a cheeky grin, and for the first time, Elliot noticed how pretty she was.

He was surprised how much at ease he felt; almost as though he had known her years instead of a few hours.

She got up and leaned over his shoulder to point out some aspects that she was particularly fond of, when the door burst open and a woman came in. They both turned their heads to see who the intruder was.

“Cathy!” Elliot’s voice was immediately warm and friendly. Katrina stepped back as he stood up. “How nice to see you again. Let me introduce you to my new property developer, Katrina Grover. You two should get on very well. Kat, this is Catherine Chandler.”

Katrina very quickly absorbed the unfolding scenario before her. Elliot was obviously quite taken with the visitor, but the feeling was far from mutual. To say the air was frosty was putting it mildly. However, her attitude changed when she moved her glance from Elliot.

“Katrina, how nice to meet you. I’m with the District Attorney’s office,” she said warmly, as they shook hands.

“Pleased to meet you,” Katrina replied, sounding it, but inside feeling suspicious. Catherine Chandler had been the person responsible for foiling at least two of Elliot’s projects. She could be trouble, and immediately she was on her guard. If the woman was here for a fight, Katrina would most certainly oblige, as it appeared Elliot would do nothing to go against her.

“Oh, you’re English.”

“Yes. Been here a year.”

“And how long have you been working for Elliot?”

Katrina glanced at her watch. “Oh about… three and a half hours. I started this morning.”

Cathy glanced at Elliot, then back at Katrina. “Watch him, he can be very demanding and single-minded.”

Katrina glanced at him as well. “So can I.”

“So Cath, what brings you to see me?” Elliot broke in, deciding to interfere before the two women began to sharpen their claws any further.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to discuss – ” Katrina began.

“No, it’s all right Katrina, stay. If you’re the property developer, then this concerns you anyway. The sooner you learn about Elliot’s methods the better.” She fixed him with a stare and Katrina could almost see him squirming in discomfort.

God, here it comes! She thought. What am I getting myself caught up in here?

“Won’t you sit down?” Elliot offered.

“Thanks.”

They all sat around the conference table.

“It’s about the development of the Lower East Side dock area,” Cathy began.

“That was David Lester’s pet project,” Elliot informed her.

“Well, I thought you should know, you’ve got a court battle on your hands. The City Conservation Society are going to tie you up in knots over the decision to demolish the buildings. As far as they are concerned, they are of important historical interest, and should be regarded as national monuments, or at least graded as listed buildings.”

Elliot closed his eyes, pinched the top of his nose and let out a huge sigh. Not again! Not so soon after the disaster of Burch Tower! It was an important development. A court battle would be costly, and the knock on effect would mean he could not afford to take up the Burch New York project – which he had decided he wanted.

“The surveyor’s report stated those warehouses were likely to collapse at any moment and would have to be demolished at any rate! That site will provide work for a lot of people, Cathy!”

“Work is important yes, but our people are proud of our heritage also, and this site is of historical importance.”

He sighed heavily again, went to speak, and then changed his mind.

“I felt you ought to know. You see Elliot, I’m investigating the case, and it looks like it’ll go against you. I don’t like owing favours, this reduced it by one at least.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Er, excuse me,” Katrina broke in, determined to try and salvage the situation. “I er, I assume the surveyor’s report was correct?”

“What do you mean?” Cathy asked.

“Okay, let’s not beat about the bush. I wouldn’t trust David Lester as far as I could throw him. What if he paid the surveyor to doctor the report to say the buildings were unsound and had to come down, so that a particular firm could get involved and then he got a percentage of their fee?”

The two of them looked at her, horrified.

“In a court, that would be slanderous,” Cathy said.

“We’re not in court. I’m voicing a theory, that’s all. Elliot doesn’t need this type of problem. We’ve got to solve it.”

“Are you proposing another survey?” Elliot asked.

“Yes. If the buildings come through sound, then I recommend that the site be redeveloped, maintaining the integrity of the area; keeping the façade of the buildings to the original design and adapting what we can inside. Surely that would satisfy the conservationists? The buildings would be maintained in their original appearance. It’d save on demolition fees at any rate. And I would be accompanying the surveyor, as I am a structural engineer, so they won’t be pulling any wool over my eyes!”

“Elliot?” Cathy looked at him.

“Would it satisfy them, Cath?”

“I don’t know… it’s possible. If you could come up with some plans or sketches, then maybe we wouldn’t have to go to court at all. I’ll tell you what, I’ll speak with them and let you know what they say. I can’t do more than that.”

She stood up.

“It’s been nice to meet you, Katrina. I’ll get back to you as soon as possible, Elliot. Perhaps I should speak to Lester…”

“He’s been fired,” Elliot informed her.

She nodded. “I’ll be in touch.” With that she walked out.

Katrina waited until she was sure Cathy was out of earshot before adding a final comment. “It would be to your advantage if we can use the façade of the original building. Just think of the good publicity. ‘Elliot Burch works to safeguard future of historical dockside buildings’. Sounds pretty good to me.”

“It’s a bit corny.”

“You didn’t employ me as a publicity officer! I’m sure they can come up with the right type of thing. If we don’t salvage this, I know the hotel will be out of the question.”

Elliot sat back and regarded her intently. “You’re incredible,” he said finally.

“No I’m not or…. I might be… depends on how this turns out,” she said smiling, but then became serious. “I’ll keep our pet project on hold until this mess is sorted out.”

“Yes. As soon as you have the surveyor’s report, let me know.”

“Will do.”

“Kat, I’m sorry you’ve had to start this way – sorting out Lester’s work.”

She could tell he genuinely meant it too. “I’m sorry too. You’ve had a run of bad luck recently, what with losing the Tower project.” She saw the pain flash in his eyes briefly and realised it had meant a great deal to him. “Don’t worry, I’ll save this one and get the hotel passed as well. Trust me.”

With that incredibly confident statement, she walked out leaving him to shake his head in wonder.

*****

Katrina accompanied the surveyor on his tour of inspection this time, just in case, but she need not have worried. He was honest with her.

“This building is basically sound,” he said removing his hard hat when they were a safe distance away. “I’m at a loss to understand how the other surveyor reached his conclusion.”

“I’m not,” Katrina replied. “However, how soon can you let me have your report?”

“Four days.”

“I’d like it in two.”

He stared at her. “Miss Grover, you knew, didn’t you? I know you are a structural engineer; you could write the report yourself.”

“But I’m working for the developer. I need it to be independent. I’d like the report in two days.”

He stared at her. “Has anyone ever told you, you drive a hard bargain?”

“Frequently. But Mr Masters, you at least know where you always stand with me.”

“That is very true. It’s been a pleasure, and you may have your report in two days.”

“Thank you. Thank you very much.”

She drove back via the DA’s office on the off-chance that Catherine Chandler might be in. Fortunately, she was lucky.

“Katrina! What can I do for you?”

“The dockside development. I’m awaiting a new surveyor’s report, but it looks good! I accompanied him this morning. Ben Masters has promised it to me in two days, so I was wondering if you would arrange a meeting between us and your clients for next Wednesday morning, if that’s possible? We can present our modified ideas and see what they think, yes?”

“That sounds good to me. I’m sure that’ll be fine. Shall we say eleven at your office?”

“If they won’t mind coming onto ‘our territory’.”

“I think, once I tell them the previous developer has been sacked and a fellow conservationist is now in their place, they should be more than happy.”

“I hope so. I must thank you for coming to warn us of this. We’re about to embark on a new project and this would really have upset the apple cart.”

“Are you planning to keep Elliot on the straight and narrow?”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone could do that! But I do hope to prevent desperate measures like the ones that befell Burch Tower, and raise his profile.”

“Why? Why do this for him?”

“Because he’s giving me the control I’ve worked so hard for. He’s giving me his trust, and I’m going to do what I can to show him he’s made the right decision.”

“But you hardly know him! Elliot doesn’t operate entirely above board he – ”

“Why do you hate him so?”

Catherine stopped, brought up sharply by that simple question.

“I – I don’t hate him, I just don’t like the way he operates, that’s all. If there’s something Elliot wants, Elliot takes, no matter what the consequences are. It’s him, it’s the way he’s become, he’s told me this himself. In case you didn’t know, we used to be an ‘item’ – but I have someone else now.”

“Elliot still thinks he’s in with a chance. Just looking at the way he acts when you’re around makes that obvious.”

“There is none Kat, none whatsoever, and the sooner he realises that the better.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have provoked you like that. It was very rude of me.”

“It’s done…” Catherine sat thinking a while. “I don’t want to be his enemy. Elliot has done a lot for this city, but he must realise my job is to protect people. I think perhaps between the two of us, we can manage to keep him reasonably on the straight and narrow. Kat… just remember, if Elliot can’t have something, he goes out of his way to try and get it. If at any time you need to talk, then I hope you can look on me as a friend.”

Kat studied her. Perhaps she wasn’t that bad after all, and it would be better if they were on the same side. “I’d like that, very much Cathy.”

They shook hands as if closing a deal. Joe Maxwell spotted them and came over.

“What’s going on here, Radcliffe?”

“Joe, this is Katrina Grover. Kat, this is my boss, Joe Maxwell.”

The two shook hands and exchanged greetings.

“Kat has replaced David Lester at the Burch Development Corporation. She’s aiming to join forces with me and put an end to this underhand dealing.”

Joe looked sceptical. “Burch on the straight and narrow? That’ll be the day! You’re fighting a losing battle, Katrina. However, I have heard of you, and of your reputation. I wish you luck.”

“Thank you. So Cathy, I’ll see you next Wednesday morning.”

“Yes.”

“Many thanks for your time. Mr Maxwell, it’s been nice meeting you. Bye.” She flashed him a charming smile and left.

Joe turned to Cathy. “Well?” he prompted.

“I’ve checked her out, Joe. She’s squeaky clean.”

“You mean she hasn’t been caught yet.”

“No. I mean she’s clean. Elliot Burch has one very sharp lady working for him. And she’s on the straight and narrow.”

“That must be a first,” he replied and walked back into his office, leaving Cathy smiling.

*****

“You seem very happy this evening, Catherine. Tell me,” Vincent’s velvety soft voice whispered, as they stood on the balcony of her apartment. They wrapped their arms lovingly around each other.

“I have a new friend, Vincent. Her name is Katrina Grover and she’s a property developer for Elliot.”

“Elliot! You have seen him today haven’t you? That explains the feelings I felt earlier.”

“Yes, I had to warn him about a court case; but Kat cares about people, Vincent, like me. She cares about our heritage. Today we’ve succeeded in saving a building of historical importance.”

“That’s good.” He tenderly kissed the top of her head.

“All we’ve got to do now, is persuade the conservationists that this is the best possible development for the site and get them to drop the court action.”

“Will you be able to do this?”

“I think so. I hope so.”

*****

It was the morning of the meeting and Elliot had called his people together.

“Is there any factor we’ve overlooked?” he asked as they sat around the conference table.

“I don’t think so. The survey report checks out, we have the development plans laid out, we agree the conservationists should be kept informed; the integrity of the building will be maintained. I can’t see them having any complaints,” Don McLeod, Publicity Manager said. “Kat’s idea about the publicity should go down well too.”

“Roth?” Elliot turned to his lawyer.

“These are complex contracts, Elliot, but they’re very sound. There should be no problems. None whatsoever.”

“Kat, anything final to add?” Elliot asked.

“Well, I’ve amended the plans slightly so that in the foyer there will be a permanent exhibition regarding the history of the building and the immediate area. Thought it might help to dangle a bit of a carrot in front of them.”

“In that case gentlemen – and lady – ” He looked at Katrina, who gave him a ‘treat me like one of the boys’ look. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The conservationists and Cathy were waiting outside. Nanci showed them in and formal introductions were made. Everyone sat around the table and the new proposals for the dockside were illustrated first with the presentation and then with models. Concerns were voiced but the clarification of the contract involving consultation quelled fears. The planned permanent exhibition also helped sway the decision in the developer’s favour. Everyone was satisfied. There would be no court action – providing the contracts were followed to the letter.

There were smaller details to pass on, like the employment of traditional craftsmen to work on the building to ensure proper workmanship, as well as a small part of the building being given over to an additional small museum. They were well and truly sold on the whole project.

Elliot heaved a huge sigh of relief as they all left and turned to find Kat grinning at him. He went up to her and on impulse, gave her a hug.

“Burch New York, here we come!” she whispered in his ear as she hugged him back.

*****

Chapter Two

The dockside development progressed on time and Katrina spent the next five months or so with Roth, obtaining the rest of the land and getting the Burch New York Hotel passed. The work also meant she spent quite a lot of time in the company of Catherine Chandler, and the two became good friends, just as Elliot said they would. In fact, they made a habit of meeting for lunch on a regular basis, and it was at one of these lunches that Cathy discovered Katrina could be useful to the world Below.

“So, what have you been buying?” Cathy asked, eyeing the bag.

“Material for my new suit,” Katrina replied, pulling it out for Cathy to inspect.

“You make your own clothes?”

“Yes.”

“I’m impressed! Tell me, what do you do with the bits that are left over?”

“Store them in a cupboard until they take over the entire apartment! Why?”

“Well, I know some ladies who would be most grateful for any scraps they could get hold of for their patchwork and I was wondering if…”

“I’d love for it to go where it would be appreciated. Patchwork you say?”

“Yes. They make blankets and the like.”

“Okay, they can have it – all of it if you like, but you’ll have to take it in batches, there is rather a lot. Do any of them knit? I’ve got odd balls of wool as well.”

“Kat! You’re marvellous!”

“When do you want to come and collect some?”

“This weekend if possible.”

“Fine. Any time will do, I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

“Thank you very much. It will really be appreciated.”

“I’d like to see some of it when it’s done, if I may. I’m into crafts myself.”

“You? You don’t seem the type! In fact, I can’t believe you make your own clothes! It just doesn’t go with your image.”

“I’m not sure how to take that!”

“It was meant in the nicest possible fashion, I assure you.”

“Oh well, tomorrow’s the big day!”

“What for the hotel?”

“Yes. The Mayor’s been driving me crazy! He’s like a child with a new toy and can’t wait to push that plunger!”

“That’s all men are really, aren’t they?” and they both giggled.

They finished their meal, and parted company as usual, agreeing to meet at the weekend. As they went their separate ways, neither noticed they were being observed from across the street by a certain David Lester…

*****

The Mayor gleefully rubbed his hands together before placing them on the plunger. He looked at Katrina in her hard hat, then around at the rest of the assembly before beginning the countdown.

“Five, four, three, two, one, here we go!” and he pushed the plunger all the way down.

There was a low rumble, followed by a series of explosions and the buildings began to collapse in a gigantic cloud of dust. Getting the Mayor to push the plunger on the Burch New York project had been a stroke of genius. He took a genuine interest now, because he felt involved in the project.

“Now that was fun!” he said to Katrina as they inspected his handiwork on the way back to his car.

“I thought you might enjoy it. When the building’s finished, perhaps you’d like to complete the task and open it as well?”

“You have a deal!” They shook hands and then he left. Katrina returned to her office.

Clearing the site and then the laying of the foundations took several months. Somewhere in that time, Christmas came and went; it seemed so quick that she wondered if she’d missed it altogether! Before she knew it, she realised she’d been working for Elliot for over a year.

One morning, as she arrived at her office, Sandy pounced on her.

“Mr Burch wants to see you right away,” she informed her, as she walked through the door.

Katrina dropped her briefcase, did an about turn and walked across the corridor to Nanci’s office.

“Go right in Kat, he’s waiting.”

She knocked on the door and entered.

“You wanted to see me, Elliot?”

“Yes. Come on in, sit down. Coffee?”

“Please.”

He poured her a cup and handed it to her. “Everything going all right?”

“Yes, fine. The dockside is progressing; the hotel is well on schedule; the Mayor is now pestering me for a completion date so he can open it! I think we can rely on his support in the future. Now, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He sat down at his desk. “I’ve got to go away for a while.”

“Away? For how long? Where?”

“It shouldn’t be more than a month.”

“A month! What happens if I need – ”

“I’m leaving you in charge of the Burch Development Corporation. You’ve more than proved you're capable in the last year or so. I have no qualms about it. Have you?”

Katrina opened her mouth and shut it again. It was a frightening responsibility. “What if a real emergency crops up?” she finally asked.

“Roth’ll be here. He knows how I operate.”

“Is there anything you can tell me about your trip?”

“The less you know the better.”

“Elliot… you will be careful, won’t you…” She fixed him with a stare. “I’ll look after things until you get back. Don’t worry.”

“I know you will. Thank you for your concern.” He smiled reassuringly at her. “You can trust Manning, you know that.”

“Yes, I know.” The silence stretched on. “You’ll keep in contact?” she said.

“If I can. I can’t promise. But don’t worry. I’ll be back. Good luck with our pet project.”

“Thank you.” She got up and walked to the door. “I’ll see you in four weeks then. Oh, don’t forget my stick of rock will you!”

“What?”

“Sorry, it’s a British joke. When someone goes away in England, they always bring back a stick of candy called rock, with the name of the place printed all the way through it to prove they’ve actually been there. I doubt they do things like that where you’re going, anyway. Take care. Bye.”

Elliot smiled slightly and shook his head, then he sobered. It was imperative Katrina knew nothing. It could turn out to be deadly if she did, and the last thing he wanted was for her to come to any harm. Damn those rebels!

The following day, Katrina and the architect visited the Fire Department to check on the standards laid down in the plans for the hotel. This was an important building and she wanted to ensure that standards were not merely met, but surpassed. The normal argument was raised. Firefighting above seven floors was nearly impossible, yet the buildings got taller, but at least the Chief agreed they had taken every precaution. For what his money was worth, the Burch New York was one building he didn’t expect to burn.

Although Katrina didn’t usually see a great deal of Elliot, she found she was actually missing him. Two weeks passed and there had not been a single word. She wasn’t unduly concerned, after all he said he’d be about a month, but she found herself worrying about him, in case he was into one of his shadier deals. Cathy had been right. No one could keep him completely on the straight and narrow, but his image within the community had improved.

During the time she had been with the company she had worked to raise his profile. The methods, perhaps, some would question, but it was all above board and it was simply the way business was conducted. Donations to suitable charities went on all the time and Publicity made sure that everyone knew what good work the Burch Development Corporation was doing for New York City.

Katrina made sure she kept in regular contact with the right people. Again, perhaps it was questionable, but it was completely open, so no one could say she was being underhand about it. In between this were regular visits to various building sites to see how things were progressing – it also helped in public relations with the workers, and on the whole, things had been trouble free, although Manning reported some minor incidents at the hotel site; possibly sabotage and hence had stepped up security.

The Head of Security had a good idea who it was and so did Katrina. Of course they couldn’t actually prove anything, but it decided Katrina’s mind for her. David Lester was too dangerous to be left alone. When Elliot got back, she’d hand over that nice little file and let him peruse through it at his leisure. If he wanted to take action, then they would.

Cathy came round to her apartment a few more times to remove more scraps of material.

“They can’t thank you enough,” she said one morning as they sat drinking coffee. “In fact, some of the scraps are large enough to make clothes for children.”

“That’s good.”

Cathy looked around at the walls. “Where do you find time to hold down a full time job and do all this as well?” she asked, eyeing the tapestries on the walls.

“I don’t know; I’m still trying to figure that one out myself!”

Cathy looked at her bookcase. It was crammed with craft books of all sorts, including a large selection on hand made lace. She shook her head in wonder.

“Well, I must go, I’ve lots to do today. Lunch Thursday, as usual?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Bye.”

*****

Katrina managed to last five weeks, then the worry really set in. There had been no word from Elliot whatsoever. Desperate now, she called in Cleon Manning, but he knew nothing. She waited a few more days, then decided to call Cathy to see if she’d heard anything. Before she could make the call however, some unexpected visitors turned up: the CIA.

“Miss Grover,” one of the flashed an ID card in her general direction which she snatched from him and inspected carefully. “We’d like to know the whereabouts of Elliot Burch.”

“You and me, both,” she replied sharply, deciding she didn’t like them one little bit. “I would like to know where he is too.”

“Are you saying you don’t know?”

“My, but you are quick aren’t you? Yes, that’s right, I don’t know.”

“But he’s left you in charge. Surely he would have confided in you.”

“Look,” she began, now feeling irritated at their ‘superior’ attitudes. “I just work for the man. All he said was he was going away and he’d see me when he got back. Okay?”

“And why was he going away?”

“He didn’t say.”

“We can pursue this further if we have to,” the other threatened.

“You do what the hell you like! But I’m telling the truth, so you’ll have to lump it.”

“We must warn you that – ”

“If you’re going to caution me, I’ll send for my lawyer first. Frankly though, I don’t give a damn. You come in here like you own the place, try throwing your weight around and intimidate me and expect me to be friendly? Well, you picked on the wrong person. Go and frighten someone else.”

“We’ll be back.”

“Yeah? Well make sure your handler comes with you next time!” she called out after them, then slammed the door to make herself feel better.

The CIA? Just what the hell was Elliot up to for goodness sake? Really worried now, she reached for the telephone and rang the DA’s office.

Unfortunately, Cathy was not in, as she was out investigating a case. Katrina just left a message for her to ring as soon as she returned.

No return call was forthcoming that day, but the next morning Cathy turned up at the office in a fury.

“Cathy! Thank goodness, have you heard from – ”

“Okay, what is Elliot up to? I had a visit from the CIA this morning at my apartment!”

“You had a visit too? I’m sorry, but why should they want to see you?”

“That’s what I asked them. I haven’t seen Elliot for a year now, but that doesn’t stop the CIA from thinking we’re still an item. Just what the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know! Honestly Cathy, I don’t. I last saw Elliot five weeks ago. All he told me was he had to make a trip and would be gone about four weeks. I’ve heard nothing. No calls, no messages, nothing, and I’m worried about him, Cathy. Really worried. No one knows anything, or if they do they won’t tell me. He tells me I’m in charge and that’s it. For all I know I may have inherited the Burch Development Corporation! Not knowing is driving me crazy with worry.”

Cathy’s expression softened when she saw the concern so obviously visible in Katrina’s face.

“Are… you and Elliot an item?”

“No.” There seemed to be a hint of regret in her voice. “But I will admit, I like him, Cathy, he’s a good man. He just gets… lost sometimes. If he contacts you, will you let me know, please?”

“Yes, I will. Though why he should want to, I have no idea, when he’s got you here.”

“Well, with the CIA involved I reckon you’d be more useful than me!”

“With the CIA involved, I wouldn’t get a look in anyway. Look Kat, don’t worry. Elliot can take care of himself, he’s a survivor, that much I do know. If I hear anything I’ll be on the phone straight away.”

“I don’t care what the time is, just ring.”

“Will do. Sorry I came in ranting and raving, but the CIA first thing in the morning on your doorstep is enough to make anyone mad as hell! I’ll be in touch.”

Cathy turned on a heel and left, leaving Katrina feeling a shade better than she had been, but still worried stiff.

As it turned out, she had a call from Cathy late the following morning.

“Kat, good news, I’ve seen Elliot. I can’t explain it all over the phone, it’s far too long and complicated. There’s been some trouble, he needed my help, but he’s all right, just terribly upset… about his father.”

“His father?”

“Yes. I guess he’ll tell you himself when he feels up to it. They parted as enemies and… now his father’s been killed. They never made up. It’s hit him pretty hard. He came in here this morning, but he’s left now. I told him you were worried, but I don’t know where he’s gone. Hang in there, he’ll be in touch soon, I just know it. Bye.”

Katrina stared out of the window. It was a grey day and now it had started to rain. It suited her mood perfectly. She tried to analyse her feelings. Why am I so worried about him? Sure, he’s my employer, but I’ve never felt like this before… Her thoughts trailed off and she shut her eyes in anguish as a thought crept into her mind. Oh no… please, anything but that… She would have accepted anything else but that one; that she was falling in love with him. That would be dangerous. How could she do her job effectively if she loved the man? Her judgement would be impaired, weighted. Dammit! She couldn’t; she wouldn’t allow it, but then, every time he gave her that big wide-eyed innocent look of his and that beautiful smile, she felt her heart beat faster.

She took a shuddering breath. Dammit no! I won’t fall in love with him! I just won’t! She slammed a fist down hard onto her desk, hoping the pain would take her mind off the issue. It did: at least for a little while.

It was still raining when she left for home that evening and Elliot hadn’t been in contact. She shrugged it off – or at least fooled herself into thinking she had – so what? She’d have a nice relaxing bath or shower and sit down with a good book, or some needlework. Yeah.

So much for good intentions! After showering and putting on a dressing gown, she stayed by the telephone all evening, waiting; hoping for a call; for some word from him. Cathy had popped by and given her a few more details of the incident the previous night, leaving her alone again. Gradually, her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep curled up on the sofa.

The forceful knock on the door woke her with a start, making her realise that she had dozed off. She blinked a couple of times and glanced at her watch. It was nearly two in the morning, almost seventeen hours since she had first spoke to Catherine, who had seen Elliot that morning. He had come into the DA’s office about the happenings of the night before and to obtain any news.

The CIA had categorically denied the entire event. There were no bodies and that meant no funeral for his father, which Catherine said had upset Elliot terribly, for they had parted as enemies, and he’d wanted to make some kind of recompense.

She wondered if it could be Elliot, though he had never before come to her meagre little apartment.

Feeling thoroughly chilled now, she moved to the door and peered through the peep-hole. Relief washed over her. Fumbling fingers unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“Elliot!” Without thinking, she threw herself into his arms, ignoring the fact that he was almost wet through and looking a little worse for wear. “Thank God! I’ve been going crazy with worry!”

His tenuous hold on control weakened as her genuine concern for him penetrated his numbed mind. His arms wrapped around her and he hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he were never going to let her go; scared that she too would disappear without a trace, before he had the chance to say what he really felt about her and that he valued her friendship dearly.

He buried his head in her shoulder, ashamed of the weakness he was showing, but knew that he had to let go of his emotions or lose his mind.

It seemed like an aeon before either of them moved, but finally Katrina took the initiative, feeling the droplets of water from his rain-soaked hair falling onto her dressing gown. She gently disentangled herself, but keeping an arm wrapped around his waist, guided him into her apartment, locking the door behind them.

“The first thing to do is get you out of those wet clothes before you catch pneumonia or something,” she said, leading him through her bedroom to the small bathroom that lay beyond.

Gently, she removed his overcoat and jacket while he stood there, almost like a zombie, staring at the damp patches on her dressing gown. Next she removed his tie and started to undo his shirt. This action seemed to bring him back to reality with a start.

He placed his hands over hers and held them, then he stared directly into her eyes and said quietly, “I can manage.”

“I was beginning to wonder,” she retorted kindly, smiling reassuringly at him.

“Thank you.”

“But I haven’t done anything.”

“You’re here, now.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “You just get in that shower before you catch a chill! I’ll dig out a couple of towels and see what else I can find.”

He seemed reluctant to let her go, but finally he did and she returned to the bedroom to find a couple of huge bath towels and a dressing gown she had bought with the intention of sending to her brother in England. Oh well, he’d have to wait a bit longer for his present.

She knocked on the door before opening it. Elliot was in the shower, the outline of his body distorted by the frosted glass. She placed the towels on the rail and the dressing gown on the stool by the basin.

“I’ve left you a couple of towels and a dressing gown.”

“Thank you,” a muffled voice answered back.

She picked his discarded clothing up off the floor and left him to his own devices whilst she set about getting them dry and putting the kettle on for some coffee.

Her timing was perfect, for as he emerged from the bathroom, the dressing gown wrapped around his body, she appeared with the coffee.

“Drink this,” she ordered, handing it over, before pulling back the bed clothes. “Then into bed.”

“You sound like my mo – ” he suddenly stopped, unable to finish the sentence, his throat constricting with emotion. He looked down at his cup, took a long draught from it then looked at Katrina, his eyes full of grief, guilt and misery.

She studied him, her head slightly on one side and took in how he looked; wet wavy hair plastered to his head, long eye lashes casting shadows on his high cheek bones; the strong physique beneath the dressing gown.

“Come on, Elliot,” she said softly, taking his coffee cup from him and placing it on the bedside table before motioning for him to get into bed.

He did as he was told and she pulled the bed clothes up around him. As she went to move to the door, he grabbed her arm tightly, almost pulling her over.

“Don’t go!” He sounded almost like a little boy, and his eyes were like huge pools.

“I was going to get you something to eat,” she explained.

“No, I - I’m not hungry. I just need company, please.”

“All right. Let me just go and turn the main lights out.”

She did this then returned to the bedroom and slipped beneath the bed clothes, snuggling up to him. She placed an arm around him to draw him against her as a mother would to soothe a child, gently running a hand up and down his arm.

There was silence for a long time and then slowly, Elliot began his story. All the dreams; wasted, stupid mistakes; harsh words, regret and grief came pouring out and she learnt more about him that night than she could have ever imagined. The fact that he had chosen to tell her, made her realise that he trusted her now with his life, and even perhaps that he had given up all hope of ever having Cathy. The trust gave her a feeling of being wanted; needed, and a sense of belonging at last.

Elliot wept that night, something he had not done since he was a child. He wept for his parents, and what might have been. It could not change the course of events, but it did make him feel that he had now made some kind of recompense, by allowing another to witness his grief.

Exhaustion took over. His last thoughts as he finally fell asleep for the first time in days, was how secure he felt in this woman’s arms. She had not said a word, but her touch had been there, reassuring, caring. A gift of friendship.

Katrina lay awake for a long time after he had fallen asleep, mulling over his story. He really was a very lonely man, with no friends, except perhaps Cleon Manning. She hoped she had been a true friend that night and that he felt he could trust her with anything – including perhaps, one day, his love. Unconsciously, she hugged him a little tighter and kissed the top of his head. He snuggled closer, his head resting partly on her shoulder and chest, his breath lightly caressing the cleft between her breasts. Eventually though, her own eyelids grew heavy and she too, fell asleep.

*****

He felt slightly disorientated when he awoke late that morning. He was aware of feeling warm and being within the folds of another person, and then slowly, memory returned. He shifted carefully and raised his head, his eyes focusing on Katrina, her arms wrapped securely about him. He removed a hand from her waist and rubbed it over his eyes. God, he was hungry and thirsty.

His movement disturbed her. She fidgeted, unconsciously huddling closer, a hand running almost sensuously over his chest, then slowly she awoke, blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked down at him.

“Hello Elliot, how are you feeling this morning?” she asked softly, gently removing a stray lock of hair from over his eye.

“A lot better, thank you; although my stomach thinks my throat’s been cut!”

“You didn’t want anything last night. But I can fix that now for you,” she promised and started to disentangle herself so she could get up, but his arms tightened around her again, holding her firmly against him.

“Thank you,” he said very softly.

She said nothing but simply squeezed his arm.

“You listened, you didn’t say anything, you didn’t pass judgement. You were there when I needed you. I won’t forget it.”

“Oh Elliot, don’t make it sound like you owe me a favour. I couldn’t bear that. I did it as a friend. You needed help, I was here - that’s what friends are for.”

He didn’t miss the slightly wistful intimation in her voice either, that implied she wished it was more, but he wasn’t ready yet. Wounds were fresh and raw, Cathy was still ingrained on his heart, but she belonged to someone else.

“People come first?”

“Yes, they do.”

“Even though they let you down?”

“Not all of them. There are always some rotten apples in the barrel. Don’t let the few spoil it for you.” She gently rubbed his cheek, then followed it up with a kiss.

He stared at her and she waited, and waited, but he didn’t move. Understanding now where she stood, she pulled away from him and got out of bed.

“I’ll fix you some breakfast,” she said and walked out.

Elliot clenched a fist tightly then slowly relaxed. Just what the hell was he playing at? Cathy’s words burned themselves into his heart. No possibility. None whatsoever. People came first. He realised he’d just hurt Katrina; it was the equivalent of him having struck her, but she she’d kept her dignity. She’d bent slightly, showing him a willingness which he had brutally cast aside.

He shut his eyes and opened them again. Why was his personal life such a mess? Because you’re not honest! The words haunted him. Give into your feelings, his inner voice begged him. I can’t… at least…not yet. Give me time, please. He looked towards the door. Katrina just give me a little time.

Elliot took a deep breath and made his way to the living room, critically surveying the apartment. She deserved better than this; he’d do something about it, if she’d let him.

“I can give you toast, eggs, cereal and coffee,” she called from the tiny kitchen.

“Toast’ll be fine,” he replied and stood by the door, watching her. Even in just a dressing gown, with her hair down around her shoulders, she looked elegant. Elliot mused that she’d look good in anything. She always stood tall and straight, never slouched - and it got her noticed.

He turned about and studied the rest of the apartment. There were handmade tapestries and embroideries on the walls. In one corner was a sewing machine; in another a standing frame with a tapestry stretched taut on it. Curious, he went and investigated. It was a partially done piece, of two stallions fighting on a dusty plain – or at least that’s what the graphed out sketch stated.

“This is beautiful,” he told her as she appeared with a tray of toast, coffee and marmalade.

“They help me relax,” she stated simply.

“What will you do with it once it’s finished?”

“Give it away, probably.”

“Give it away? You mean sell it?”

“No, give. If someone falls in love with it I shall probably let them have it, then I’ll know it’ll have a good home.”

“May… may I have it?” he asked quietly, suddenly terrified she would say no.

She placed the tray down on the table and turned to him. “If you like,” she finally replied, just as quietly. “It won’t be finished for ages though.”

He smiled at her, a beautiful smile that lit up his handsome features. You should smile more often, Elliot, Katrina thought, then turned away before she betrayed herself further.

“Come and eat your breakfast,” she said finally and he did as he was told.

They ate in silence and it was not until they had finished that she spoke again.

“While you’re taking a shower, I’ll get your clothes sorted out.”

“Thank you.”

When he emerged from the shower, feeling refreshed, his clothes were on the bed, beautifully pressed. He quickly slipped into them and returned to the living room now feeling rather self-conscious. He didn’t just want to go, not like this. People came first, he reminded himself.

He made his way into the kitchen and placed an arm around her shoulders drawing her to him. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, burying his face in her neck. “Just give me a little more time.”

Her arms tightened around him. “I’m sorry too. You’ve had a rough time,” she mumbled.

Elliot lifted his head and looked down at her, surveying her wide-eyed features. Gently, he pushed her hair back from her face before slowly lowering his lips to hers. The kiss was long, tender and chaste, but it was a beginning.

Parting, he took a deep breath. “I’ll walk from here; no need to call anyone.” His hand moved up and down her arm. “Thank you,” he said simply, then turned, picked up his overcoat and went to the door. “I’ll call you,” he promised and left.

Katrina leaned on the work top and looked at the closed door. Then she bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes and threw her head back, battling against the barrage of emotions that were sweeping through her, until she finally won and her eyes snapped open, bright with unshed tears.

By Monday morning she had pulled herself together and appeared to be back to normal. She breezed into the outer office and Sandy handed her a jug of water.

“You’ll need this, he’s done it again!” she said, a cheeky smile on her face.

Katrina entered her office and found two dozen red roses in a crystal-cut vase, waiting for her along with a huge card. She stopped dead, put her head on one side and smiled. Elliot, she mused, as she went forward, put the jug and her briefcase down and picked the vase of flowers up. She inhaled deeply, then added some more water to the partly filled vase before picking up the envelope. The card contained a very short and simple message.

Thank you

Elliot

Sandy came in for the glorious details. “So now what have you done?”

“Just been a good listener,” Katrina replied and refused to say more, much to her secretary’s chagrin.

The morning was awful. There were no big problems, just lots of silly little ones that shouldn’t have come to her, or shouldn’t have arisen at all. By lunchtime she was ready to scream, and the only reason she didn’t was because of the presence of those roses on her desk.

“Kat,” Sandy called through. “You going for lunch, or do you want me to get you something?”

“Thanks for the offer, but no, I’m not hungry.” That was a lie, but she just didn’t have the time to stop.

“Okay, see you later.”

Katrina took a deep breath and shut her eyes. God, what a week this was turning out to be! Suddenly, the door burst open, startling her. In came a trolley pushed by a waiter, followed by Elliot. Katrina put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

“What is this?” she finally managed to ask.

“Lunch!” Elliot replied, dismissing the waiter.

“Lunch! It looks more like a banquet!”

“Come on out from behind that desk!” he ordered, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her up out of her seat. “There’s lots of goodies: lobster, salad, champagne…” He sat her down in a chair and fiddled about with the dishes, before sitting down beside her. “Tuck in!” he ordered, and she did so.

After eating and drinking more than they should have, Elliot reached into his pocket and brought out a small package which he handed over.

“What’s this?” Katrina asked suspiciously.

“A present, for being such a good listener.”

Katrina shut her eyes briefly, took a deep breath and opened the small box. It contained a pair of earrings.

“I noticed your fondness for great dangling earrings. I hope they’re all right.”

She closed the box shut with a decisive snap. If they had been a reasonably cheap pair, the sort somebody would get for a friend as a little thank you, she would have accepted them. But they were not. They looked extremely expensive and it riled her.

“No Elliot,” she said firmly.

His eyes widened in surprise and shock. “What?”

“I said no.” She turned on him, her green eyes flashing. “You can’t buy friendship; you have to earn it. I thought I was your friend, and yet you’re trying to buy me, well you can’t. I won’t accept this payment.”

“But – ”

“How dare you! You go away for five weeks, without one word, so I worry myself sick. Then you turn up on my doorstep, out of the blue and in a state. I try to be your friend, and think I’ve succeeded and then you… you pay me for my services! God that makes me sound like a prostitute!”

She threw the box down onto the table, got up, and walked towards the door. “I need some fresh air.”

Her words stung and for a fraction of a second, froze him into immobility. Then, as realisation that she was going to walk out dawned on him, he began to move.

“Kat, don’t walk way! Kat! Kat!” He strode after her, noticing how her hand shook as it reached for the door handle. “Don’t you dare open that door!” he ordered in his most authoritative voice.

It didn’t work; she went ahead and did it anyway. He drew level with her in four long strides, placed a hand on the door and wrenched the handle out of her hand as he slammed it shut.

Katrina twisted to try and avoid him, but his other arm came up on the other side of her, trapping her and pinning her back against the door. She closed her eyes and let her head hang down so he couldn’t see the turmoil going on within her. She was acutely aware of how close his body was to hers and of the effect he had on her. It was heightened still further when he placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and then spoke quietly. “I… I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at her bowed head. “Kat, I wouldn’t do anything to offend you, you must know that.”

“But I don’t! That’s the problem,” she said, shaking her head and biting her bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“I wasn’t trying to buy you, honestly. Saying it was payment for services rendered really hurt. It wasn’t that. I know the gift is expensive, but I can afford it. My sense of value is different; you must realise that.”

“The flowers were enough, Elliot,” she said in the barest of whispers. “Now you make me feel as if I owe you a favour.”

He interlaced his fingers around the back of her neck and used his thumbs to force her to raise her head. Then his eyes took on the little-boy-lost look as he searched her features for any indication that she was weakening in her resolve.

“Don’t let’s argue over this misunderstanding. I wanted to give you something, I noticed your fondness for this type of thing, so I thought I’d treat you,” he whispered. “Kat, I did it because I wanted to. No one can buy you, you’ve proved that much to me. You have to accept them; I’d look silly in them.”

At that final remark, she opened her eyes and dared to meet his intense gaze, before giving a tentative smile. Elliot let go of the breath he’d been holding and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. He knew how close he had come to offending her. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Katrina sniffed quite loudly and took a deep breath. “O-okay,” she finally said, when her voice was back in control.

Elliot beamed and lowered his head to kiss her firmly. He felt the tension and resistance flow out of her body under his attack and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. That little incident had been too close for comfort!

Chapter Three

Their relationship altered slightly after that. They were more open and honest with each other, for they both knew now where they stood. Having cleared the air, Katrina decided to show Elliot the file she had brought with her from Scott & Brice.

She knocked on his door and went in. He was on the telephone but waved her forward. She sat down, clutching the file tightly.

“Sorry about that, what can I do for you?” he said as he put the receiver down.

She didn’t say anything but simply placed the folder down in front of him.

“What’s this?” He opened it curiously.

“I suppose you could call it a present from me to you, courtesy of Scott & Brice. I got Sandy to photocopy it before I left there. It must be a little out of date now, but I thought you might be interested in the sort of thing they have on us.”

“May I keep this?”

“That’s what I brought it in for.”

“You both took quite a risk doing this. Thank you.”

“Just wait until you’ve read it. If you want to do something about David Lester, let me know.” She got up and walked out.

The file turned out to be the crucial tie-in with Lester’s shady dealings and Elliot decided to throw the book at him. He set Roth on it right away, then sat back and waited for the fireworks to start.

It took several months of investigations, but eventually everything came out into the open and the DA’s office decided to take over, hoping to press charges that included fraud, deception, robbery, blackmail, murder, and a few other less serious charges.

Manning reported to Elliot that Lester had gone into hiding somewhere, but that his men were keeping their eyes peeled, just in case. He also asked permission to assign a guard to Katrina to be on the safe side and Elliot agreed, providing they managed to be really discrete about it.

Manning’s request turned out to be a life-saver in the end. After a lunch date with Cathy at the usual time and place, they had parted company like they always did. Katrina had walked a few steps then remembered something she’d wanted to tell Cathy. She turned and hailed her. Cathy started to walk back then watched in horror as a car came squealing round the corner and mounted the pavement. Cathy screamed a warning and Katrina turned. For a split second she was so surprised, she just stood there, then as she was about to attempt to move, a body came from nowhere and knocked her flying, out of the way. They landed together in an undignified heap on the ground, rather shaken and bruised, but otherwise unhurt. The car hit a hydrant and came to a screeching halt. The driver got out of the car and started running.

“Thank – thank you,” Katrina finally managed to say to her rescuer, before he got up and took himself off after the fleeing assassin.

“Kat! Are you all right?” Cathy forced her way through the crowd and knelt down beside her.

“I- I’m er, just a bit shaken,” she finally managed to say. She looked down at her hands. “God, look at me, I look like I’m suffering an attack of the DTs!” Her hands were shaking.

A policeman arrived on the scene and several people started to explain what had happened.

“Are you all right ma’am? Would you like me to send for an ambulance?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Officer, I’m with the DA’s office,” Cathy said. “Can we get this sorted out as quickly as possible, please?”

“If you’ll come down to the precinct, we’ll get a statement completed straight away. Just let me get some details from these folks.”

Cathy helped Katrina to her feet, just as a patrol car arrived. Another officer took down the car details.

After a few minutes, he came over. “The car was reported stolen this morning. We’ll take it in for dusting to see if we can come up with anything. In the meantime, I’ll take you down to the precinct.”

He took them both down there. They filled in all the necessary forms, then managed to escape. Cathy insisted on accompanying Katrina back to her office and was not surprised when she agreed. As they came out of the lift and approached Sandy’s room, the door opposite opened and Elliot came out, Manning on his heels.

“Kat, Cathy, are you both all right?” He put his arms around both their shoulders and led them through into his office.

“I’m fine, it was Kat they were after. She’s a bit shaken and bruised, but otherwise unharmed.”

He motioned for them to sit down and squeezed Katrina’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Kat?”

“I’m all right, Elliot.” Her voice shook a bit, and she was trembling slightly, as the realisation of what had almost happened got through to her.

Nanci came in at that moment with a tray of tea. Elliot handed a cup to Katrina, who took a sip and screwed her nose up.

“Ugh! This has got sugar in it!”

“That’s right. Drink it,” Nanci ordered, ignoring the look of horror on Katrina’s face. She was pleased that she did as she was told.

Manning’s mobile rang and he answered it and went into deep conversation. After a few minutes, the conversation ended and he turned to them.

“That was one of my men – the one who pushed you out of the way actually, Kat. He caught the driver of the car and has interrogated him. It seems the hiring was done by telephone and secret rendez-vous. No faces were ever seen, but by the care that’s been taken to cover the tracks and the sabotage at the site, it all points to David Lester. We just can’t prove it.”

“That does it then. You’ll assign a proper full-time guard to Kat immediately, just in case,” Elliot said.

“Wait a minute, did you just say sabotage? Have things been happening, Elliot?” Cathy asked.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you come and see me?”

“I think we both know why,” he replied softly, his mind drifting back to the incident of Burch Tower.

There was silence for a short while, then Katrina spoke again. “Just hold on a minute! What was one of your men doing there anyway?” she demanded. Elliot and Manning glanced at each other. “You’ve had me watched, haven’t you?”

“Only when you were out on the street,” Elliot explained. “And from what’s happened today, I think it was just as well, don’t you?”

Katrina seethed. “I don’t want a bodyguard. I like my freedom and independence. You’ll remove him immediately. I won’t have one, do you hear!” She was adamant, and locked her gaze with Elliot, refusing to back down. In the end it was him who looked away first.

“All right,” he finally said, “but I insist you have an escort to your apartment each evening and to work in the mornings. Compromise Kat.” This time it was she who finally looked away. “That’s better. The hotel is due to open in a month and the court case follows shortly after, we can’t afford any more ‘accidents’. You know that.”

“I agree,” Cathy said. “In fact, I think it would be a good idea if we put you into the witness protection programme.”

“You must be joking! I can’t do that; I’ve got work to do!”

“But Kat – ”

“No! And that’s final. I’m sorry Cathy, but I refuse to go into hiding and put my life on hold. I’ll be all right.”

“Well, if that’s how you feel, there’s no more to be said. I’ll get back to my office. You look after yourself, and that’s an order! Bye.”

Elliot sat down beside Katrina. “Why don’t you go home and take things easy,” he said gently, squeezing her hand.

“Thank you Elliot, but I can’t. I’ve a lot to do. Besides, I think it would be better if I kept myself busy, don’t you? Thank you for the tea, even if it did have sugar in it. Now, you must excuse me, but as I said, I do have lots to do.” And with that she got up and walked out.

“Cleon, I want her trailed, everywhere she goes, understand me?”

“But Elliot, if she finds out – ”

“Put your best man on it. Lester may try again. I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“Okay, will do.”

*****

“Catherine, I can sense worry in you, but it’s not for me; what’s wrong?” Vincent asked as she came into his arms that evening.

“An attempt was made on Katrina’s life today. We believe it was Lester’s doing, but we can’t prove it. The case comes to court in a month. I’m sure it would be safer if we put her into the witness protection programme, but she won’t have it. I can see her point; she has work to do. She’s very stubborn. Even Elliot can’t persuade her and we can’t force her either, but if something happens to her, the case could collapse.”

“I didn’t realise the danger was that great,” Vincent said, fingering Catherine’s hair.

“I don’t think any of us did. Vincent… I’ve been thinking… Kat has done a lot for Below, without knowing it. She would make a good helper. Oh, I know she does a fair imitation of being an ‘Elliot Burch’, but underneath it all, she is a good person. Her work record speaks for that, and I can feel the goodness in her.”

Vincent sighed as he weighed up the possibilities.

“I keep thinking; suppose she decides to go for another tower? She has feelings for Elliot, it’s a possibility we ought to bear in mind. If we enrolled her as a Helper, she would know about the tunnels and would realise that a tower would be out of the question. Otherwise, I might not be able to stop the tower next time; her work ethics are sound.”

Cathy fixed him with a huge wide-eyed stare that always managed to melt his heart. “Please say you’ll think about it. Why not… why not meet her yourself and let you own heart decide? I know I’m right about her, I just know I am.”

“Your judge of character has always been sound. I trust your interpretation of Katrina. Let me break the news to Father, and then we will organise a meeting.”

“Thank you Vincent!” She hugged him tightly, and their lips met in a tender kiss. “You won’t regret it, I promise you!” and she kissed him again.

*****

Over the next two weeks, Katrina spent more time in her office and at the Burch New York than she did at her apartment and actually put in more hours than Elliot himself.

Invitations were sent out, replies received, and all the other one thousand and one things that were required for the big opening night were dealt with by her and the staff. She asked Cathy if she was going to bring her fiancé.

“No, he’s away a lot and works night,” Cathy had replied sadly.

“Oh, that’s too bad, but you must have a partner, who will you bring?”

“How about my boss?”

“Joe Maxwell?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I was rather looking forward to meeting…?”

“Vincent,” Cathy supplied helpfully.

“Vincent. I shall have to organise a special event then, if I want to meet him.”

“Make it a masked Halloween fancy dress ball, and I may be able to persuade him to come.”

“Shy, is he?”

“You could say that.”

“Okay, I’ll have to see what I can do. See you opening night!”

Her energy seemed boundless, but deep inside she had begun to tire. It was only sheer will power and the flow of adrenalin that was keeping her going.

Somewhere in those last couple of weeks, she had presented the finished tapestry of the two horses to Elliot, who had been like a small boy when he had opened the package.

“I said you could have it,” she said to him as he held it up and admired it.

“Thank you, thank you very much.” He put it down carefully and gave her a huge hug and a kiss. “Now, where shall I hang it?”

He made his decision and the instructions were carried out. All he said was he’d put it somewhere special in the new hotel.

Suddenly, the big day arrived; the Burch New York was opening that evening. Katrina actually hadn’t even gone home the night before, but had stayed, working on a few minor details, and kicking around some thoughts she had for a new and even bigger project. First though, they would have to see how the opening went and how the hotel was received.

Sandy came in at around eight that morning and was surprised to see her boss in already.

“Can I get you a coffee or something?” she’d asked.

“No thank you Sandy, I’m off to the hotel now for the day, so if anyone wants me, they know where to find me. I’ll see you at the hotel later this evening. Bye.”

Sandy watched her go, feeling somewhat concerned about her. However, Katrina was a grown woman, and was quite aware of what she was doing.

Elliot came in around nine. Walking into his office, he placed his briefcase on his desk before sitting down and opening it to retrieve the rectangular black box. He thumbed his intercom switch with one hand and flicked the box open with the other.

“Sandy, when Kat gets in, please ask her to come and see me,” he said as he eyed the suite of jewellery that glittered brightly.

“I’m sorry Mr Burch, but Kat’s been in and gone out again. She’s over at the hotel, checking out some last minute arrangements. Would you like me to contact her for you?”

“No, no. It’s all right, it’s not important. What time did she leave last night?”

“I don’t know sir. I left at seven and she was still here. In fact, she was in before me this morning as well.”

“Okay, thank you.” Elliot sat back and frowned.

Katrina had been putting in a lot of hours during the last few months. The hotel had been finished ahead of schedule and in fact, the whole thing had gone remarkably smoothly, even with the sabotage attempts. This had resulted in the building costing him a lot less than he expected, even after special bonuses had been paid.

As his own special thank you he had bought her a gift that he hoped she would wear that night at the opening ceremony.

He would have liked to have gone over to the hotel straight away, but business kept him at the office and he did not leave until five that evening.

Hotel staff nodded respectfully as he walked across the lobby. He acknowledged them with one eye and with the other, admired the décor of the latest building to bear his name. The Burch New York was one of the most beautiful hotels in the city and he hoped it would be a successful one. Tonight was the official opening and many important guests and dignitaries would shortly be arriving to watch the ceremony being carried out by the Mayor.

“Good evening, Mr Burch, how may I assist you today?” a receptionist asked as he approached the front desk.

“Do you know where I can find Kat?”

“Miss Grover is up in your suite getting ready for this evening.”

“How long has she been up there?”

“Oh about two hours. She said she was going to try and grab an hours’ sleep if she could. Would you like me to ring through and tell her you’re on your way up?”

“No, don’t disturb her – I think she’s pretty tired. Just give me a pass card.”

“Yes sir.”

The bedrooms possessed electronic locks opened by pass cards. These cards were not marked in any way with door numbers or other identification marks, thus if one was lost or dropped, it would be of no use to the person who found it. The lock would be changed and a new card issued.

Elliot walked across to one of the elevators. Penthouse pass cards were used to allow the elevator to go to the top floor where all the penthouses were situated. Being the owner of the building, Elliot of course had his own suite with a view over all Manhattan. He didn’t expect to use it very often, but it would probably come in handy.

He inserted the card in its slot and waited for the tiny green light to come on before the lock clicked and he pushed the door open, pulling the card out as he did so.

The suite was decorated to his own personal taste and was typically masculine. Pride of place on the main wall went to the tapestry of the two stallions, which Katrina had finally finished and presented to him a couple of weeks ago. It hung behind non-reflective glass in a very simple frame, so as not to distract from the work itself. A special light had been mounted above it to show it off to full effect, but at that precise moment there were only a couple of side lights on and one in the bedroom.

He walked over to the table, put his briefcase down, slipped off his overcoat and jacket, removed his tie and undid the top button of his shirt before crossing to the kitchen and switching on the kettle to boil some water for coffee. That seen to, he went in search of his property developer.

It was very quiet, so he cautiously peered round the bedroom door. Sure enough there she was, her hair wrapped turban-style in a towel and one of his large fluffy towelling dressing gowns wrapped around her body, curled up asleep on the huge super king-sized bed.

He backed out of the room and went to his briefcase from which he retrieved the present he had bought. As quietly as possible, he placed it on the bedside table, then continued through to the bathroom to take a shower before he changed into his tuxedo for the evening’s activities.

The sound of running water took a little while to penetrate Katrina’s sleepy mind, but eventually she stirred. God, did I leave the shower on? She thought to herself. I could have sworn I turned it off! She sighed and wiped the sleep from her eyes, then just as she was about to make a move, the sound of the water stopped. There was someone in there!

Cautiously, she got off the bed and crept towards the door, the only weapon handy was one of her high heeled shoes which she held firmly in her hand. Slowly, she reached out towards the partly opened door to grasp the handle, her heart in her mouth and just as she went to grip it, the door was pulled open sharply.

She yelped and raised the shoe and Elliot managed to grab her wrist before she hit him with it.

“Elliot!” she breathed and sighed heavily to get herself to relax.

“Well, who did you think it was?” he asked eyeing the shoe as he took it from her and threw it across the room.

“I – I didn’t hear you come in!” She relaxed against him, leaning her head against his bare chest. It was as her hand gently travelled over his body that it finally registered in her mind that all he had wrapped round him was a brief towel.

Suddenly self-conscious, she straightened abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I guess I should have made a bit more noise,” he smiled his most boyish smile and Katrina felt her legs turn to jelly, as they always did when he looked at her like that.

She forced herself to keep a steady head and gazed up at him. His hair was soaking wet and the wet curls hung over his forehead. Droplets of water clung to his beard. Adonis had nothing on you, her mind though irrationally as she absorbed the details of the firm, lightly tanned, muscular body before her and she suddenly shivered.

“Hey, are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she smiled at him. “I just needed a quick cat-nap before tonight’s festivities start.”

“You’ve been overdoing it.”

“Nonsense! This is a special building. I just wanted to make sure everything was in order.”

He ran his hands up and down her arms, then took her hand and led her to the bed and motioned her to sit down. She did as she was told as she could see he was about to dive into one of his speeches.

“Kat, everyone involved in this project has had a bonus except you.”

“But you have – ” she interrupted and stopped when he fixed her with a stare.

“What I’m trying to say is, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to… buy you or anything. But everything’s gone so smoothly! I wanted to show my appreciation, as a… a friend, so…” he stopped, reached for the rectangular box and gave it to her. “I – I hope you like it.” He sat down beside her.

Intrigued, Katrina reached out and cautiously took it from him. She looked at it for a few moments, then opened it.

Her jaw dropped open when she saw the contents. “Oh Elliot! I – I can’t accept this; it must have – ”

“Please.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much. I- I’ll wear it tonight.” She looked at him. He saw the unshed tears in her green eyes and was touched that she seemed so pleased.

“It’s my personal thank you for giving me such an easy time,” he said softly.

She glanced down at the suite of jewellery, carefully placed the box back on the table and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He accepted the embrace and returned it, then withdrew enough to enable him to kiss her full lips. She responded and he tightened his arms, deepening the kiss. They slowly sank back onto the bed, losing themselves in the moment, hands freely exploring each other’s bodies, enjoying the sensations that were being aroused.

The peace was suddenly shattered by the insistent ringing of the telephone, making them separate with a start. The look on Elliot’s face said it all.

“It must be my six-thirty alarm,” Katrina said sadly. “Time to get ready.” She leaned over and picked up the receiver to acknowledge the call.

Elliot slipped a hand into the wrap-over of her dressing gown and sensuously massaged her ribs and she smiled at him.

“I guess I have to take that as my cue to get ready as well,” he said, reluctantly withdrawing his hand. He got up from the bed and moved to the wardrobe to retrieve his evening suit.

Katrina watched him, absorbing the sight of muscle in motion under the lightly tanned skin and suddenly felt hot. God, get a grip on yourself for goodness sake! She scolded herself, but it wasn’t until he took himself back off into the bathroom again that she could move.

She sat at the dressing table to put her hair up and complete her make up before going to the other wardrobe. She slipped out of the dressing gown and observed how her hand trembled as it removed her dress from the hanger. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, standing there in nothing but a pair of brief panties, she quickly slipped it on and went in search of her shoes.

When Elliot emerged from the bathroom, he found Katrina dressed in a simple, yet exceedingly elegant black creation, which he assumed was of her own design. She already wore the ring and earrings and in her hand she held the rectangular box, waiting for him to place the bracelet around her wrist and the pendant around her neck.

As he did so, he caught sight of the pair of them in the full-length mirror and was struck by the sight of what a good couple they made. He hadn’t seriously looked at another woman since Catherine Chandler had turned him down – until now. He realised he liked what he saw, very much. It had begun to seed from the moment they had first met; he had liked her right from the start and she had turned out to be his only friend aside from Cleon Manning.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured into her neck, allowing his lips to brush her skin.

She closed her eyes and leant back against him, thrilled at the compliment, absorbing the scent of his cologne for a few moments, before pulling herself together and straightening again. She turned to look at him.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Well, this is it, Elliot.”

“Yes, it is,” he replied, offering his arm, which she gracefully accepted.

When they arrived downstairs, the guests were just beginning to arrive. Elliot noticed they included several important dignitaries and of course, the Mayor. A couple of television network companies were also there in force to record the occasion. Each guest was officially announced and welcomed as they stood together at the entrance to the main banqueting suite.

“Cathy! I’m so glad you made it!” Katrina exclaimed, as her friend approached with her partner for the evening.

“I wasn’t going to miss this for anything! Vincent sends his best and sends his apologies for not being able to come, but looks forward to the party if you manage to arrange something.” The two women hugged one another.

“You look stunning, but tired, are you all right?” Cathy whispered in her ear, then aloud said, “You remember my boss, Joe Maxwell, don’t you?”

“Of course. Joe, thank you for coming.”

“Well, I couldn’t let Cathy come alone now, could I?”

They both eyed Elliot. “Hi Elliot.”

“Cathy.” Their eyes locked briefly. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, and you?”

“Great!” She noted he sounded it too. “I’m pleased you came.” He focused his attention on Joe. “Joe.”

“Elliot. I think we can forget our differences for tonight, at any rate.” They shook hands and Cathy heaved a sigh of relief.

The Mayor officially opened the hotel after making his speech and cutting the ribbon and then the evening really got going.

Katrina ensured Elliot danced with the Mayor’s wife and the wives of other important dignitaries, whilst she concentrated on the husbands. She even managed to grab a dance with Joe Maxwell, thinking it would be wise to keep on his good side as well, just in case. Even Cathy danced with Elliot. They did make a good couple Katrina mused, but she knew there was no danger there. Cathy was well and truly spoken for. Eventually, she managed to get a dance with Elliot as well, and that made her evening complete.

“Who is Vincent, and what did Cathy mean about a party?” he asked her.

“Vincent is Cathy’s fiancé. He couldn’t come tonight, that’s why Joe’s with her, but she said if I managed to organise a masked Halloween fancy dress ball, she might be able to persuade him to attend.”

“Oh.”

They continued to dance and unconsciously she stared at him as they moved around the room.

“Okay, what’s going through that devious mind of yours?” he asked softly.

Her eyes opened in mock innocence, but she had the grace to blush slightly. “Nothing… much… I was just thinking.”

He waited, but nothing more was forthcoming. “About what?” he prompted.

She suddenly looked in any direction by his.

“Tell me,” he whispered in her ear.

“I… I…”

It was the first time he had known her to be at a loss for words and he speculated as to what could be the reason. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” he finally said, feeling her heart pounding.

“I was thinking how much I’m enjoying myself,” she eventually said, but Elliot knew that wasn’t what she’d been thinking at all.

The evening was a great success. Many decided to stay at the hotel overnight, especially as a discount rate was on offer. Katrina checked with the front desk to find out how things had gone and found fifteen appointments booked with the Conference Manager as well as over a hundred rooms booked.

Cathy and Joe took their leave as she returned, being almost the last to go, then she turned and saw Elliot at one of the smaller bars. He turned at her approach.

“Your Conference Manager is going to be busy for the next few weeks.”

“That’s good news!” He stretched and rubbed the back of his neck. “I think it was a great success, don’t you?”

“But of course.” Katrina looked at her watch. She was bone tired and all she wanted to do was collapse. “I think I’ll take my leave as well,” she said, stifling a yawn.

Elliot stared at her. “This is a hotel you know! We do have rooms! Come on, come with me.” He gave her a calculating look before taking her by the arm and leading her towards the elevator, saying thank you to the staff as they passed.

Once inside with the doors closed, Elliot relaxed and leant back against the side, his arms around her. She surrendered to his support and closed her eyes.

The elevator slowed and stopped, the doors opened and no one moved. Elliot looked down at her head cradled against his chest.

“Kat?” he asked softly.

“Mmmmm?” she replied sleepily, then jerked awake, suddenly remembering where she was.

Again he took the initiative and guided her out of the lift, along the corridor and into his penthouse suite, where he sat her down on the large couch. He slipped out of his jacket, tugged off his bow tie and undid the top button of his shirt.

“Coffee or some other nightcap?” he asked her.

“Please,” she replied, leaving Elliot to decide which choice she had actually selected. The adrenalin had stopped flowing and she just couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. What Cathy said had been true. She had been overdoing it, and yes she was tired, so tired in fact that she reckoned she could sleep for a week. Sleep, now that sounded really tempting…

As Elliot waited for the kettle to boil, his mind wondered back to earlier in the evening. If that telephone had not rung when it had, there would have been no doubt in his mind as to what would have happened, and he was not adverse to the idea either. In fact, his mind had begun to contemplate the situation for quite some time now… ever since that night two years ago in her apartment when she had proved to be a true friend. He valued that friendship greatly, but now his body was crying out for more. Hell… was he falling in love with her?

Shocked at this revelation, he turned and strode over to the couch. The words on his lips died as he looked down at her, fast asleep. Dammit! His features softened. She looked so uncomfortable there. Decision made, he bent down and gently as possible lifted her into his arms. She responded by snuggling into him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He walked through to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Removing her arms from around his neck, he carefully removed the jewellery she was wearing and placed it back its box.

“Kat,” he whispered, “Kat, wake up.” He gave her a little shake.

Her eyes opened slowly.

“Do you want a nightcap, or do you just want to sleep?”

“Sleep, please,” she mumbled and went to turn over.

“Hang on, I’ll leave you, get undressed and into bed.” He pulled her upright.

“Okay.” She waited until he left the room, struggled out of her dress, kicked off her heels and then collapsed back under the sheets. “I’m done!” she called. “You can come back in.”

He appeared in the doorway. “I’ll bunk down on the couch,” he said.

“Don’t be silly…. This bed could sleep six! I trust you.”

Elliot smiled. “Okay, if you’re sure…” he walked in and kicked off his shoes. The tuxedo followed shortly after, and he slid into the other side of the bed, turning the lights out, before snuggling under the sheets. Sleep evaded him; he was acutely aware of Kat just a few feet away in the same bed and he rolled over onto his side to see if he could see her in the darkness of the room. The emergency lighting showing the way to the exits was very dim, so he couldn’t actually see her. However, he felt the mattress move as she also turned over as if she knew he was there. He sidled a little closer and then suddenly she was snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm across his chest. Elliot responded, pulling her closer, acutely aware that she wasn’t wearing anything, like himself, but he was content now to relax and sleep.

*****

Elliot awoke first, late the following morning. He gave a huge sigh and looked down at his sleeping partner, who was still snuggled up to his body, and smiled, realising she must have been really tired last night. Even he had to admit he had been too, for Elliot didn’t normally sleep this late. Sleep was a waste of valuable time, when there were things to be done.

He shifted, carefully removing her arm from around his waist and slid off the bed to go to the bathroom to take a shower. As the water massaged his body, his mind drifted back to yesterday evening. A smile played over his lips as he remembered seeing Katrina as he’d opened the door, ready to brain him with the heel of her shoe. Good thing he had quick reactions! Thinking about it now, he realised she’d been very brave to even consider tackling a possible intruder, but suppose it had been Lester? That didn’t even bear thinking about and he was glad he’d assigned her a bodyguard.

The court case was just a fortnight away, maybe it would be wise for her to stay here at the hotel with him, or at Burch House on Long Island. Perhaps he’d even get a chance to breach the subject of their relationship, or lack of it.

Suddenly he heard the distant sound of the phone ringing. Damn! He flew out of the shower, grabbed a towel and made a dash to answer it before its loud ringing woke Katrina up. He was too late. As he reached across to pick up the receiver, she beat him to it. There was a bit of a tussle in which he dripped water all over her and then his towel slipped. Elliot managed to salvage his dignity by collapsing onto the bed beside her, the towel just about covering the bare essentials.

“Hello?” Katrina said, now wide awake and doing her utmost not to laugh.

“Hi, found you at last! I tried your mobile, but no luck.” It was Cathy.

“Hi there! Sorry, mobile was on silent, and in the other room. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“Yes, it was great. It would have been better had Vincent been there… Kat, is it safe to talk?”

Katrina glanced at Elliot who was still lying where he had fallen, but was eyeing her with an evil glint in his eye.

“Yes,” Katrina replied, keeping a watchful eye on her employer.

“Are you free this evening?”

“Yes, as far as I know. Why?”

“Meet me at six-thirty at the drainage tunnel by the carousel in Central Park.”

“What?” She nearly gave another exclamation as Elliot’s hand slipped under the sheets and settled on her stomach.

“Please, it’s very important, and it means a lot to me – and Vincent.”

“You’re going to show me a drainage tunnel?”

“No, something better than that. Please, trust me.”

“Okay.”

“Make sure you wear some old clothes and sturdy footwear.”

“Fine.”

“So don’t forget, six-thirty tonight, and Kat, not a word to anyone, please.”

“It’s all very mysterious, but… as you wish. I’ll be there. Bye.” She put the receiver down and spent a few moments going over the conversation again, which was proving very difficult, as Elliot’s hand moving on her stomach was very distracting.

“That sounded very intriguing, what was all that about?” Elliot asked, moving to lean up on his elbow, whilst his other hand started migrating upwards.

“I’m not sure really. I think I’ve just volunteered to go on a treasure hunt.” She collapsed onto her back and closed her eyes, secretly revelling in the sensations Elliot’s hand was creating. “I’ll think I’ll have a lie in,” she mumbled.

“Have you cleared that with your boss?” Elliot asked teasingly.

She sat up abruptly, and gave him a cold, calculating look. He became rather worried as she eyed the towel that was strategically placed across his hips.

“No, I won’t lower myself and attack a defenceless man,” she finally said, and collapsed back down again.

“Damn!” she heard him mutter and smiled to herself. It wasn’t often that Elliot let himself relax like this, but when he did, she found his wicked sense of humour rose to the surface. Deciding to play along, she sat up again, as if she was going to get out of bed but instead, with lightning quick fingers pulled the towel off him and slapped his backside.

“Changed my mind,” she said gleefully, but the sight of his firm buttocks played havoc with her senses.

Elliot’s eyes flashed dangerously. He dragged himself up level with her face, pushed her back down on the bed and kissed her passionately. Katrina’s surprise changed to full acceptance and she responded enthusiastically, gripping his shoulders tightly as his hand swept down her body, taking the sheet with it. The hand came back up over her stomach and settled on a breast, softly kneading and squeezing making her groan. Sudden heat enveloped her as she felt his manhood nudge against her thigh as it awoke from slumber.

Katrina ran her hands down his sides and back up again her breathing heavy as he kissed her throat, and then moved his lips to her breasts. She arched her back and partly rolled to lay a leg over his thigh. This was what she had been dreaming about for several months now, and it looked like it was about to come true.

And then the phone rang again. She so wanted to ignore it, but she knew if someone didn’t answer it, then Elliot’s security would be breaking down the door. Her hand groped for it.

“Leave it,” Elliot said thickly, his own breath shortening as he felt her rubbing herself against him.

“Can’t,” she gasped. “Security.”

That was enough to dampen his ardour.

Katrina took a couple of deep breaths before picking up the receiver. “Kat Grover,” she managed to say, sounding relatively normal. There was a pause. “Hang on, I’ll get him.”

Elliot frowned at her, as she counted to ten, and then mouthed, ‘It’s for you’.” She handed him the receiver.

“Burch,” he almost snapped. “Yes Roth, what’s the problem?”

Kat took the opportunity to soak in the sight of the bronzed muscled body lying against her and her womanhood constricted in anticipation of him possessing her.

“When?” Elliot said glancing at his watch. “Okay, I’ll be there in an hour.” He handed Katrina the receiver and she put it back on the cradle. “I’m needed at the office,” he said to her.

Katrina nodded. There would be no possession of any kind. They would just about have time to get dressed, grab a bit of breakfast and get to the office.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered in her ear, before getting up from the bed and grabbing a blue dressing gown off the back of the bedroom door. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Want some breakfast?” he asked.

“Yes please. By the time it’s here I’ll be ready,” she replied and got up to go into the bathroom to take a shower – a cold one.

Chapter Four

The phone rang six times before he answered it.

“Hello, Lester here.”

“Mr Lester, this is Freda. You said to ring should I find out some information that would be of interest to you? Well, Catherine Chandler has just come off the phone from talking to Katrina Grover. They’re meeting tonight at 6:30 pm by the draining tunnel near the carousel in Central Park. Now I’ve done this for you, this makes us even. Don’t contact me again.” The receiver was slammed down.

Lester digested this piece of information, then dialled a number. “Burdett, I’m calling in my tabs. Don’t argue with me! If this case comes to court, you’re going to be in as much trouble as I am. Meet me at 6:15 pm in Central Park, at the draining tunnel near the carousel. We’re going to make sure we give someone a good time. Be there or else!” He replaced the receiver and sat back in silent contemplation.

Well Katrina Grover, it looks like we’ll get to meet one another at last – briefly. I think, my dear, your time is up, and when I’ve got you sorted out, I’ll deal with that lover of yours!

*****

Elliot and Katrina finally made it into the office; Elliot to pick up some papers for a meeting he had to attend with Roth after lunch, and Katrina to pass the time away until her secret rendezvous. She spent some time thinking of ways to give her bodyguard the slip – Catherine obviously would not want him to be around! The rest of the time she spent trying to figure out what exactly the whole thing was about.

When it was time to leave, she went into the ladies and changed into a pair of old jeans and blouse and slipped out down the fire escape and out through the car park. Her bodyguard would not be expecting her to be this devious – she hoped. However, just to make sure she was alone, she made several detours and back tracks, but saw no one. Confident, she entered Central Park.

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Cleon Manning took a deep breath to steel himself against the verbal barrage he knew he was going to receive. What was it they said? It never rains, it pours! He shut his eyes briefly. Calm now, he knocked firmly on the door and went in. Elliot was packing his briefcase, obviously about to leave.

“Cleon, what brings you in, this late in the day? Can you hang on a minute?” He flipped the switch on his intercom. “Sandy, can you ask Kat how long she’s going to be?”

“I’m sorry, Mr Burch, I don’t know where she is. She left her office about forty minutes ago and I haven’t seen her since. I thought she may have left, but her briefcase and mobile are still here.”

“Okay, thank you.” Elliot frowned and looked at Manning. “Yes Cleon?”

The usually confident Head of Security shifted somewhat uncomfortably before taking the plunge.

“Kat’s managed to give my man the slip”

“What! I thought you had your best man on the job!”

“I have! All we know is, she left the building approximately forty minutes ago. A security camera picked up a woman in jeans and a jacket. Kat must have brought in a change of clothes and had every intention of avoiding her escort. She made a damn fine job of it. The only problem is…” he paused.

“Cleon, is there anything else I should know?”

“You’re not going to like it Elliot. David Lester’s disappeared.”

“Dammit!” Elliot ran a hand through his hair. “Why now? Wait a minute! Kat was talking to Catherine Chandler this morning!” He grabbed his coat and briefcase. “I think it would be wise to get mobile – just in case.”

“Ok Elliot, I’ll start cruising.”

“Keep around Central Park and stay in contact. I’ll ring Cathy from the limo. Let’s go!”

With that they literally ran from the office.

*****

Cathy glanced at the clock. Time to go! She had a bet with herself that Katrina had been stewing over this rendezvous all day; Cathy just couldn’t wait to see her face when she finally got to know what was about to happen!

She was about to leave when Jenkins arrived. He was a man she didn’t like or trust because he was a crooked lawyer who represented people like Lester and Burdett.

“I’m sorry Mr Jenkins, whatever it is will have to wait until Monday. I have an appointment,” she snapped at him.

“I don’t think so. Your friend has an appointment with someone else.”

“What do you mean?” Cathy asked suspiciously.

“Oh, you’ll be able to read all about it in the papers tomorrow.”

Her blood ran cold. It had to be Lester. Somehow he’d found out about their rendezvous in the park. He said he’d get his revenge. Who could she call? There was only one person and she reached for the phone. Jenkins grabbed her wrist firmly.

“I don’t think so Miss Chandler, do you?”

“Let go of me Jenkins, or you’ll be sorry!”

He smiled maliciously at her and the grip persisted. Cathy glanced at the clock. Six forty… they could do anything in that time. Desperate, she struck out with her free hand and caught Jenkins in the eye. He let go of her and she made a dash for the door, yelling at the top of her voice.

“Joe! Joe, help!”

Jenkins grabbed her and tried to clamp a hand over her mouth. She managed to scream very loudly before he succeeded and continued to struggle violently.

Suddenly the door opened and Joe appeared. He was stunned for a split second then sprang into action and leapt on Jenkins. Between the two of them they overpowered him and wrestled him to the floor.

“What the hell’s going on, Radcliffe?”

“No time to explain Joe! Book him on assault!”

She pulled her mobile from her pocket and range the number she still remembered off by heart, but there was no answer.

“Damn!” She dialled the other number. It rang just once.

“Elliot Burch.”

“Elliot!”

“Cathy! Just the person I need to – ”

“Listen! There’s no time! Get to Central Park, the south side, near the carousel, quickly! It’s Kat, I think Lester’s got her!” She heard him bark out an order to his driver.

“What makes you think so?” he asked her. There was fear in his voice, not for himself but for Kat and Cathy was pleased, yet sad. Pleased that he had perhaps found someone at last; sad, because she had once nearly married him herself.

“Because I was supposed to meet her and I’ve just had a visit from Jenkins. He’s delayed me. I should have met her over ten minutes ago! Can you phone her? Where are you now?”

“She left her phone in the office. We’re nearly there. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Joe came to my aid. Don’t worry about me, just worry about Kat!”

“Thanks Cath, I’ll be in touch. Go home and stay there until you hear from me. I’ll let you know one way or another.” The line went dead.

“Radcliffe!” Joe shouted. He was just handing Jenkins over to the police. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m not sure I know! I was supposed to meeting Kat, I think she’s gone into a trap laid by Lester.”

“Where? Perhaps we can – ”

“No Joe, it’s too late. I just hope Elliot gets there in time. I must go! I’ll explain later, I promise, but I must go!” She ran past him and out of the office.

*****

As Katrina approached the storm drain, she had a sudden feeling that she was being watched. Uneasy, she turned around to view her surroundings, but it was difficult to discern anything in the rapidly fading light. Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled her jacket closer around her and carried on more slowly.

As she walked down the slope and reached the entrance, a figure suddenly loomed out from the shadows, making her jump. She froze and waited, ready to flee if necessary.

The shadow continued forward and finally became recognisable as Burdett. Her heart missed a beat and she slowly began to retreat back up the slope whilst he carried on towards her.

Suddenly he lunged and she turned, slamming straight into another body: Lester.

Frightened now, she struggled out of his grasp and began to run up the slope with both of them on her heels. She was brought down heavily on the edge of a couple of steps with a strong tackle that winded her badly and, if she heard and felt it right, a cracked rib or two.

In pain and unable to breathe, she was given no chance for respite and pulled roughly to her feet and held firmly by Burdett.

“Katrina, at last we finally meet,” Lester started conversationally.

She stared at him, trying desperately to get her breathing working again. The answer was to relax, but she couldn’t and her diaphragm just wouldn’t let her take a breath.

“The Burch New York is a great success I hear, thanks to you – you interfering bitch! You just had to ignore my warnings didn’t you? Dammit, I had a good job until you came along!”

She finally managed to get some air into her lungs and gasped, “Y- you’re n- nothing but a cheap crook! Lining your own pockets, using sub-standard materials, threatening and murdering innocent people!”

“Maybe, but at least I never slept with my boss!”

The false accusation stung. It was almost true, but nothing had happened…yet.

“Cheap slut! Is that how you wormed your way into his confidence? Are you that good in bed, my dear?” He reached out and stroked her cheek. She jerked away from his touch.

“You disgusting little man! Is that what you think? You just can’t stand the thought of a woman beating you - and by being honest!”

He ignored her and gripped her chin firmly, locking his gaze on her. “Did you enjoy your time in his bed? Is Burch any good? Does his performance match his good looks?”

“Mind your own damn business!”

His hand dropped from her chin and roamed lower. As it came into contact with her breast, she kicked out sharply and viciously.

Lester doubled up in pain as her shoe connected with his groin and Burdett struggled to keep a hold on her, as she began to wriggle and twist.

Humiliated, Lester straightened up with an effort and back-handed her, the ring on his finger catching her cheek, the force of the blow sending her head reeling.

“Bitch, I’ll fix you and fix you good!” He struck her a few more times. The final blow wrenched her free of Burdett and knocked her to the ground. He stood back to let Lester have his fun.

Katrina rolled over onto her stomach, welcoming the pain from her ribs, as it helped to clear her vision. Her shaking hand gingerly touched her cheek and withdrew, enabling her to see the blood on her fingers. She looked up, forcing her eyes to focus in on some approaching headlights in the distance, before rolling onto her side to see Lester advancing once again towards her.

Determination and fear gave her the energy she needed to struggle to her feet and take off in the direction of the lights, her sudden movement surprising her attackers. She stumbled and tripped but somehow kept her footing, keeping her eyes on the rapidly closing headlights.

Lester lunged after her, but Burdett held him back. “Let her go! It’s over! Let’s get out of here!”

“No! No, it’s not over! Not by a long shot!” The two men struggled briefly, then Lester broke free and began to run after her.

The cars – one a limousine – slowed to a halt a few yards in front of her and the doors opened.

Seeing he now had no hope of catching her, Lester stopped and drew a revolver from his pocket. He lined her up in his sights, but just as he pulled the trigger, Burdett – his own gun drawn – jumped on him.

“For God’s sake, no! I didn’t plan murder!” he screamed.

The shot went wild, but it winged her and she fell heavily with a cry of pain. Lester tried to fire another shot at her, but Burdett wrestled desperately with him. Another two shots rang out and they both fell to the ground dead. It was over.

Elliot, accompanied by Manning, ran the few yards to Katrina, who was struggling, trying to get up. His arms went around her and he helped her to her feet. She clung to him, waiting for the dizziness and the pain to fade, but it stayed with her.

“Kat! It’s okay, take your time.” He realised his hand felt damp and in the car headlights he saw blood. “Oh my God!”

“I’m – I’m all right,” she mumbled, feeling awful. “I think he j- just winged me. I’ll be fine.” She closed her eyes and buried her head against his chest, scared she was going to faint.

“I’ll take care of this mess Elliot. You get Kat to a hospital,” Manning said, walking towards the two bodies lying motionless on the ground a few yards away.

“Thanks Cleon.”

Leaning heavily against Elliot, they made their way slowly to the safety of the limousine. She was aware of his supporting arms; the soothing voice that sounded a million miles away, and the masculine aroma of his favourite cologne. It struck her as funny that she should home in on that particular aspect of him and then she realised her brain was not functioning properly.

Elliot helped her into the limousine and wrapped his overcoat around her shoulders.

“You’ll ruin it,” she mumbled, now only half conscious.

“So what, it’ll wash, or I can get another.” He sat down and pulled her into his arms. “The first thing we have to do is get you some medical attention.” He gave an order to his driver and they sped off. Elliot phoned a private clinic to warn them they were on their way.

Katrina’s eyes wandered from his face to his shirt. “I- I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll get it cleaned for you.”

“What?” Elliot looked down and saw her finger the red stain on the front of his shirt. He smiled kindly. “Don’t worry about it.”

He smoothed her hair away from her face, amazed at the strength of will that wouldn’t let her cry in front of him. He realised she was concussed, but also that she was in pain because her body was rigid in his arms and her breathing short, shallow pants.

Gently, he pulled her blouse free from where it was tucked in her jeans and up far enough to expose the wound. It had the appearance of being a long gash and was bleeding quite profusely. He retrieved a handkerchief and used it as a pressure pad to try and stem the flow. She gasped, flinching sharply beneath his touch and he apologised for hurting her further.

Gradually she began to relax, her breathing deepened slightly and Elliot realised she was losing consciousness. Hating himself, he reluctantly slapped her face.

“Come on Kat, you can’t lose consciousness! Come on, stay awake!” He increased the pressure he was applying to the pad on her wound and her eyes flew open, screwed themselves shut and opened again. A look of shock came over her features. “You’ve got concussion, you must stay conscious, at least until you’ve been checked over.”

After making sure she understood, he reached for the telephone…

Chapter Five

Catherine had barely closed her apartment door behind her before an urgent tapping from the balcony attracted her attention.

Relief flooded through her. She flung the glass doors open and flew into Vincent’s arms.

“Catherine, what’s wrong? I sensed your worry and came at once; although you realise Kat will be waiting – ”

“Oh Vincent! It’s Kat!

“Tell me.”

“I was just about to leave the office and meet her, when Jenkins arrived. He detained me, telling me that I would be able to read about an unfortunate accident in the papers tomorrow. She’s gone into a trap! I just know Lester’s behind it! She could be dead – anything! Joe and I managed to overpower Jenkins and I rang Elliot. God, I hope he’s got there in time! He said he’d ring! It’s been half an hour!” She wrenched herself free and began to pace the living room, Vincent watched her, concern written all over his face.

“I’m sure Elliot will ring as soon as he has any news,” he said, trying to reassure her.

“He should have called by now!” The anguish in her voice cut through his heart. “Perhaps he was too late and he doesn’t know how to tell – ” she stopped.

Vincent went to her then, and pulled her into his arms to prevent her from pacing anymore and tormenting herself further.

“Catherine please don’t torture yourself like this. Wild speculation will not help the situation. You must be patient.” He gently stroked her hair and drew his hand up and down her back in a soothing fashion.

“How did they find out, Vincent? How?” Her voice was muffled against his chest. “It’s my fault! We should have been more careful! If anything’s happened to her, how will I ever be able to face Elliot again?”

The phone rang and before it had even finished its first ring, Catherine had wrenched herself free from Vincent’s arms and picked up the receiver.

“Elliot? What’s happened? How is she?”

“It’s all right, calm down,” his deep voice said soothingly. “We got there in time.”

“But how is she?”

“Well…” he paused, trying to think of a gentle way to put it, and failed. “Well, she’s been beaten up a bit and… and she’s been shot – ”

“Shot!”

Vincent looked up sharply.

“Don’t panic. I don’t think it’s too serious. We’re on our way to the Fraser Clinic. I’ll call you again when she’s been seen by the doctor.”

“I’ll come over – ”

“No, wait there, Cath. You can’t do anything until after she’s been examined, and it could be they won’t allow visitors. Hang on there until I call again.” He stopped. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes I’m fine. I have… someone here with me.”

“That’s good. Now don’t worry. I’m sure everything is going to be fine. I’ll get back to you.”

The line went dead and Cathy put the receiver down and turned to Vincent.

“She was beaten up and shot, but Elliot insists it’s not too serious. He’s told me to hang on here, and he’ll phone back when he has further news.”

“Very well. In that case, I think you should have something to eat and drink.”

“Vincent, I can’t!”

“Yes you can,” he insisted and led her into the kitchen.

*****

The limousine screeched to a half outside the private clinic and immediately a medical team who had been ready and waiting, opened the door.

Gently they lifted Katrina out, placed her on a gurney and whisked her inside. Elliot went with them, holding her hand for moral support. In the harsh light of the corridor he saw for the first time, the extent of her injuries; the cut and swollen cheek, the beginning of a black eye, the bruised lips, then lower, the tell-tale signs of the blood-stained blouse that perhaps concealed further damage.

He was prevented from entering the examination room by an administration officer who politely, but firmly, pulled him aside. The gurney meanwhile, carried on through and the doors closed behind it.

“Okay let’s see the extent of the damage,” the doctor began. “Match for a unit of blood.” He tapped Katrina’s forehead, watching the response. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked.

“Kat- Katrina Grover.”

“That’s good.” Lights flashed in her eyes, dazzling her, making her head spin and her stomach churned.

“I – I think I’m going…” She tried to stop herself from being sick, but all that did was cause her more pain, and she lost the battle.

Reacting quickly, they rolled her onto her side and Katrina heaved into a bowl. The resulting pain almost caused her to pass out, but somehow she managed to hang on to reality. A nurse wiped her mouth for her and they rolled her back.

“Confirm concussion,” the doctor said. “Can we get this blouse off please.”

A couple of nurses quickly undid the buttons, then gently lifted her into a sitting position to remove it completely. Katrina was like a rag doll under their ministrations. Task completed, she was laid back down and the doctor carried on.

He probed her body and she yelped. “Suspected cracked ribs and… one bullet wound here. He felt around it causing her to scream. “Looks like it’s still in there. What’s her blood pressure?”

“Ninety over sixty and dropping slowly.

“Okay, we’ll have x-rays here, here and here,” he said, indicating her head, and rib cage at various angles. “Right away, please.”

Outside, the administration officer had another attempt at getting a response out of his uncooperative captive.

“I have to make a report out – you said it was a gunshot wound? How did it happen?”

Elliot wasn’t listening properly. “What?” His eyes were fixed on the closed doors. He clenched his fists until the knuckles went white when he heard her scream. “What are they doing in there?”

“Mr Burch! Please, what happened?”

“I – I had a call from someone saying she might be in trouble. The bastard beat her up, then he tried to kill her as she tried to escape!”

It took them over half an hour to sort the details out and when they’d finished, he demanded to see her without further delay. He took matters into his own hands and barged into the examination room, just as the doctor was speaking.

“Listen my dear, let me assure you, you will be staying here for at least tonight. You’ve just had minor surgery and are still under the influence of the anaesthetic… unless of course you can walk out of here on your own two feet.”

He sounded very smug about it and motioned for his staff to leave her for a few minutes so she could come to her senses, then he turned, took Elliot’s arm and dragged him back outside.

“How is she?” he asked, his eyes straying once again to the doors.

“She has a slight concussion, but there are no skull fractures. There’s a slight hairline fracture to two ribs and the bullet wound which looked worse than it really was. However, it’s been sutured and she’ll be rather sore for a while. I’d like her to stay in for at least tonight because of the concussion, as she’s been sick, but she keeps insisting she’s going home.”

“I’ll look after her.”

“Mr Burch, I’d prefer her to stay. She is not coherent and will be in considerable pain once the local anaesthetic wears off.”

Elliot bit his lip, and was about to say something else when the doors suddenly swung open and Katrina walked out, looking a mess.

“Kat!” He immediately went to her aid and was about to take her arm when she snapped at him.

“Don’t touch me!”

The ferocity in her voice made him physically jump back as if he’d been bitten.

She stared at the doctor. “Y- you said if I c- could walk out of here on m- my own two feet I could g- go home. W- well, I’m walking. T- thank you for your assistance.” She continued to walk – albeit rather unsteadily – towards the main entrance leaving the two men gaping after her. Elliot shook his head and pulled himself together.

“Thanks for your help Doctor… Goodnight.” He went to run and catch Katrina up, but the doctor stopped him.

“Wait, you’ll need these. Two to be taken two times a day for the next five days.” He pushed the packet of pills into his hand.

“Thank you doctor.” He ran to catch up with her. “Kat, don’t you think you ought to – ”

“I’ve never spent a day in hospital in my life. I’m not ready to start now.”

Completely unaided, she reached the door of the limousine then stopped. Her vision wavered dangerously and she began to sway, having over exerted her strength. She leant against the car, her head bowed.

“You’ve proved your point. Let me give you a hand now,” Elliot said gently and she nodded her ascent.

He helped her into the limousine, then got in beside her.

“Burch House,” he ordered the driver.

“Yes sir.”

He sat back, picked up the phone and called Catherine.

“Elliot! I’ve been worried sick! How is she?”

“A… little worse for wear, but on the whole she’s okay. I’m taking her to my house.”

“Thank goodness! May I come over, in case she needs some female support?”

“Thanks Cath, that’d be nice. I’ll notify security to let you through when you arrive.”

The connection was broken.

In her apartment, Catherine turned to Vincent.

“She’s on her way to Elliot’s home. It can’t be too serious if they’ve let her out of the hospital.”

“That’s good,” Vincent said. “You’re going over there?”

“I must Vincent. I feel it’s all my fault. I must see that she’s all right for myself. I’m sorry you never got to meet her after all. You’d like her.”

“I understand. We’ll meet at a later date, when she’s ready for another mysterious rendezvous.”

Catherine threw herself into his arms. “Wait here or me, I’ll only be gone for a couple of hours. Katrina will need rest. Please say you’ll wait.”

“If you wish it, then I shall stay.” They hugged again, then parted.

“I promise; I won’t be more than a couple of hours. I have a new poetry book by my bedside that you’ll like.” She blew him a kiss and ran from the apartment.

*****

Elliot decided he’d made a wise decision coming home, rather than go to the hotel. It had saved them from embarrassing stares for which he was thankful, he decided, as a guard opened the front door to the house. The lights were full on, so he quickly dimmed them to a more tolerable level. They went inside and then he hovered, not quite sure what to do next. He helped her off with her jacket and guided her through to the kitchen where he put the kettle on to make some coffee.

“I’ll take you upstairs now. There are some clothes in the bedroom that’ll fit you,” he said.

In a daze, Katrina looked around, not quite sure where she was. “I’d like to go to the bathroom,” she said. Elliot helped her there, then stood around self-consciously. “I- I can manage Elliot, thank you.”

Her dignity held up until she closed the door behind her, then her stomach rebelled again. She reached the basin and although she wanted to be sick, nothing happened. The movement pulled her sutures and everything reeled. Grimly, she hung onto the basin with one hand and with the other splashed cold water on her face. All she wanted to do was lie down, but she didn’t think she could get to the bedroom on her own; for one thing she didn’t even know where it was! In fact, she knew she wasn’t going to go anywhere, and groaned in frustration and anger for being so weak.

Elliot heard her and knocked on the door. “Kat, are you all right?”

“E- Elliot… h- help me,” she whispered, beginning to lose all sense of reality.

Elliot opened the door and immediately noticed, that she had gone grey.

“I… I’d like to… lie down,” she managed to say, as her legs began to buckle.

As gently as possible, he lifted her into his arms and carried her up the sweeping stairs and into his bedroom, where he laid her on the bed. He pulled the covers back on the other side then, not even consciously thinking about what he was doing, began to undress her, starting with her shoes, socks and jeans. As he unbuttoned the bloodied and tatty blouse, he noticed the bruises starting to appear around her ribs, looking worse in the subdued lighting and his anger rose.

Carefully, he placed an arm under her back and supporting her, pulled her into a sitting position to remove the blouse and her bra, before easing her back. The sutures in the wound looked ugly, the wound painful and raw, the area around it pink with antiseptic.

He heard the front doorbell ring, so he pulled the bedclothes up around her, gently touched her cheek and went out onto the landing at the top of the stairs and waited while the guard opened the door.

“Cathy, come on up!”

She ran up the stairs and permitted him to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “How’s Kat?”

“Not too bad; a bit confused, but I assume that’s the concussion. The doctor says she’s going to be rather sore for a while. They wanted to keep her in overnight, but she refused. Would you like to sit with her while I finish making coffee?”

Catherine went through into the bedroom, thinking how Elliot had changed… or had he? Was it something she herself has missed, but Katrina had immediately picked up on? Cautiously, she approached the bed, pulled up a convenient chair and sat down. Gently, she touched Katrina’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly. The bruises made things appear worse than they really were, but she did have a nasty cut on her cheek and lip the former of which had a couple of steri-strips on it. Lester must really have hit her.

Feeling the squeeze on her hand, Katrina responded by squeezing back.

“Hello Kat, I thought I’d come and keep you company.”

“C-Cathy?”

“Yes.”

“A-are you all right? D- did you get hurt? I’m sorry, I can’t see you too well… I feel kinda woozy.”

“It’s okay, you’ve got a slight concussion. Don’t worry about it, just try to sleep.”

“It was horrible Cathy, what he accused me of. The questions he asked, and I didn’t know.”

“What didn’t you know?” Cathy asked softly.

“Lester wanted to know if Elliot’s good in bed, and I don’t know.” She drifted out of reality again.

Elliot, who had just entered at that moment, nearly dropped the mugs he was carrying. He had a good idea now what that twisted, evil man had said to her.

Cathy stared at him, refusing to drop her gaze, and he stared straight back.

“She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Cathy began, convinced of Elliot’s honesty.

“Yes she does. I have a good idea of how the conversation must have gone. He had one along similar lines with me. Lester accused me of getting rid of him because I had a really persuasive bedroom partner. I swear Cathy, I’ve never laid a hand on her. There’s been nothing except for the odd kiss – spur of the moment things; totally innocent. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.”

He stopped, took a deep breath and then continued. “We’re not lovers – at least, not yet.”

“I hope it’s not because of me, Elliot. I told you, I have someone.”

“No, I realise that, I – we … I expect we will be very shortly.” He finished quietly.

“It’s all right Elliot, you don’t have to explain.”

He sat down on the bed and handed Cathy her coffee.

“I got there just in time, you know,” he said in a whisper. “Thanks to you. He’d beaten her up, but somehow she’d managed to get away from him and was running towards the limo. He started to chase her, Burdett was on his heels. When he realised he couldn’t get to her, he stopped and pulled out his gun. Burdett tried to stop him, the gun went off though and she was hit. But Lester kept on coming. I guess I should be thankful to Burdett, because they had a fight and killed each other. It was an accident, but I’m glad it happened Cathy, I really am; but why did you arrange to meet there of all places?”

“I’m sorry Elliot, I can’t tell you why. I made a promise which I have to keep.”

“More secrets, Cathy? Now you’re involving Kat and it almost got her killed!”

“I don’t know how Lester found out about our rendezvous. Elliot, you know I’d never do anything to put anyone’s life at risk!” Cathy mumbled. “Kat is my friend. I suppose we’ll never know now.” She drank her coffee, checked on Katrina once more and decided to leave.

As Elliot went to see her out, there was a knock. Opening the door, they came face-to-face with the police.

“Mr Burch?”

“Yes.”

“Is Miss Grover here?”

“She is.”

“I have some questions I would like to ask her.”

“I’m Catherine Chandler from the DA’s office. Miss Grover is sedated and will not be able to answer any questions for at least twenty-four hours. If you wish to dispute this, we can go down to the DA’s office, or you can come back tomorrow evening, or better still, the day after.”

They stared at her for a few moments, then nodded. “We’ll be back tomorrow,” they said and left.

“Thanks for that,” Elliot said.

“She’s in no fit state to answer any questions at present. Hopefully by tomorrow she’ll be more lucid.”

“Thanks for coming over.”

“It’s okay. Elliot…”

“Yes?”

“Go back to her and hold her in your arms, please. She needs to let go and she won’t. Show her you care.” And with that she left, leaving Elliot staring at the closed door.

He pulled himself together, walked back upstairs and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes, removed his clothes and slipped into the bed beside her.

“Kat?”

Her eyelids flickered and she turned her head to stare at him. “Elliot?”

“If you need me, I’m right here, and I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He gently pushed her hair away from her face, carefully pulled her into the confines of his arms and kissed her bruised mouth tenderly.

She started to tremble as the delayed shock finally hit her and as she began to cry, he buried her head against his chest.

The tears lasted until she finally exhausted herself and even the pain couldn’t penetrate the world of an unconscious mind. Elliot just lay looking at her sleeping form, trying to smooth away the frown etched on her forehead. Damn that bastard Lester, he got what he deserved.

Seeing she seemed quiet now, he gently eased himself out of the bed, grabbed his dressing gown and went to get some food, which he brought back upstairs with him, not wanting to leave her alone for too long. Not liking to be idle, he spread some work out on the low table and concentrated on that, keeping an ear open to her needs.

Her sudden unconsciously muttered denial diverted his attention back to her. He got up from the chair, went over to her and spoke to her soothingly as she flinched, reliving the situation in a nightmare.

He decided the best thing he could do, was get Katrina away from New York for a break; make sure she recovered properly, and the thought of spending some time alone with her somewhere, appealed to him; probably on his yacht. Yes, that was it. As soon as the sutures came out and the doctor pronounced her fit, they would go…

Chapter Six

For the first couple of days after the attack, Katrina was quite groggy and spent a lot of time just sleeping. This meant the police were kept at bay longer than they liked. The news of the attack could not be kept quiet and articles appeared in the papers and on the television, with speculations that the reason behind the incident had been revenge for the enquiry into Lester’s business dealings.

All this publicity made Elliot even more determined to get her away. He had to clear it first with the DA’s office, but as their suspect was dead, there wasn’t too much of a problem and they agreed. On their return there would be a private hearing and then a further decision would be made. Elliot asked Cathy to pack a case for Katrina and locate her passport, then as soon as the sutures were removed, he arranged for a private jet to fly them both down to his private yacht, the DAEDALUS.

It was a long time since he himself had had a total break, and he found himself enjoying the holiday as much as she was. They spent the early days just lying around on deck, doing as little as possible, but soon got bored, so Katrina had started some gentle exercising.

Now, as Elliot glanced across at her, lying on a lounger in the shade of the awning, he knew he had made the right decision, for the colour had returned to her face, she was eating properly again and the bruising was beginning to fade. Tomorrow she was going to attempt swimming, providing of course, the sea remained calm.

He let his eyes wander over her body, but found his gaze drawn to the raw and angry looking scar on her side. In time it would fade, but at present it stood out like a neon sign as witness to that incident.

She had what he classed as the ‘traditional hour glass’ figure; one that curved in all the right places. In fact, she was built rather like Cathy, but was a couple of inches taller and smaller boned.

“What are you staring at?” she asked quietly and Elliot jumped guiltily.

“I-I thought you were asleep.”

“No, I had my eyes closed, but I could feel you staring at me.”

She opened her eyes and stared back at him, fixing him with a gaze that almost made him squirm. He didn’t answer her, so she got her own back by giving him the benefit of her scrutiny.

He was at least six feet one, slim, yet muscled and in perfect physical health. His grey-blue eyes at present reflected the deep blue of the sea and almost always had a twinkle of mischief in them. In fact, Elliot did most of his talking with his eyes, although his deep voice was exceedingly expressive on its own.

The beard he had sported since she had first met him had toned down what she would have described as the ‘beautiful looks’ she’d seen in earlier photos – even though she hated using that description of a man – to exceedingly handsome and gave him even more character, although it did hide that cheeky dimple in his chin.

“Okay, so what are you staring at?” he finally countered with.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she replied and gave a huge sigh that gave him a few anxious moments, as her strapless bikini top attempted to absorb the strain. She then followed it up with a sultry look and turned away. She loved to tease him and she knew he liked it, although one day no doubt, she would eventually just go too far.

They stayed as they were for a while longer, then Elliot got up and stretched. Katrina knew full well he was now getting his revenge and teasing her, giving her the benefit of a good view of that tanned body. He picked up a short-sleeved shirt and slipped it on.

“I’m just going to see what Jules is lining up for dinner tonight,” he said and disappeared below deck.

It turned out to be swordfish with a local salad and fruit, and it was wonderful. Afterwards they watched the sun go down, then Elliot insisted she retire for the night, as it was going to be a big day tomorrow. He walked her down to her cabin, ignoring her objections.

“But I’m not sleepy, Elliot! At least come and sit with me for a while, please?” Her green eyes were huge and pleading and he couldn’t refuse her.

They entered the cabin hand in hand and Katrina playfully pushed him onto the bed before she went and got two cool drinks from the small fridge and set them down on the bedside table.

“So, what shall we talk about?” Elliot asked as he stretched out on the bed, and put his hands behind his head, causing his shirt to fall open. He stared at the ceiling.

“Nothing really, except to say that you’re being far too over-protective. I’m not an invalid you know.”

“I worry about you.”

She lay down beside him, placed her head on his shoulder and idly began to run her hand up and down his bare chest.

“Worried about me, eh? I’m flattered.” She winced slightly as she moved, so she could look down at him. “Elliot…”

“Mmmmm?”

She studied his features as he lay there completely relaxed, eyes closed, lips slightly parted; then finally she plucked up enough courage and took the plunge. She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him tenderly.

Elliot’s eyes flew open in surprise, then closed as he responded, placing a hand on the back of her neck to increase the depth of the kiss.

Hungry for more, he rolled, dragging her with him when her muffled cry made him freeze and realise what he was doing. Their lips parted.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I forgot. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He tried to disentangle himself in case he inflicted further injury, but she refused to let him go.

“Stay, please stay,” she whispered, mentally kicking herself for making the sound of pain, which had caught her unawares.

“Do you know how difficult this is for me?” he breathed in her ear.

“No,” she replied, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers once more.

Again he broke the kiss. “Kat please, you’re not well enough, and I – ” He stopped and took a deep breath.

“Oh Elliot, it’s no good! I’ve tried to ignore it, deny it, fight it even, but I can’t; I can’t help it. Dammit I – I love you.” The last three words were spoken in the barest of whispers, as were the next. “I want you.”

Elliot closed his eyes briefly as her words sunk in. She lay there beneath him lips slightly parted, hands running lightly up and down his spine under his shirt. He made a feeble attempt at resisting her, but found he couldn’t fool himself. He was acutely aware of her desire and of his own burning need. There had been no one since Catherine. He could have had almost any woman he wanted, but most of them were fortune hunters so he had chosen to remain celibate.

Katrina however, had proved to be a spark that had lit a fire deep down within him. He thought he had kept himself well under control, but he had begun to weaken. He thought back over all the little incidents, starting with the day they had first met, right through to the opening of the hotel. They were perfect for each other; both powerful, both offering a challenge. Each had played their little games – him of appearing not to be interested; her in maintaining a cool, professional façade which had now suddenly collapsed.

She wanted him and, oh God, he wanted her. For months he had stopped himself, but now, he was helpless. She was here now, lying beneath him, her true feelings coming through. She loved him; wanted him and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

She shifted enticingly under him, teasing, urging him to let go; knowing he was succumbing and he felt himself responding, hardening with desire as his control began to slip. He finally lost the battle when her hand slipped under the band of his shorts and caressed his buttocks.

“Don’t you want me, Elliot?” she whispered almost breathlessly in his ear.

He groaned and shifted, pinning her immobile against him so she could feel his hardness growing; straining for her.

“Oh God, what do you think!” he gasped as his lips fastened savagely on hers, taking her breath away.

They fought each other for supremacy of the situation, trying to get the upper hand, countering one another’s attacks by fair means and foul; by cunning and womanly wiles, or by sheer physical strength.

Inevitably, it was Elliot who won the battle. Starved for so long in love making, their first time together was a violent, explosive affair.

Elliot rolled, pulling her on top of him, mainly so he could unfasten her bikini top with the minimum of effort and dispose of the rest of her clothing with relative ease. The feel of her against him made the blood pound harder through his veins and her moving provocatively against him aroused him further.

As their passion mounted, she nipped him sharply on the shoulder, and he swore revenge. Rolling again, pining her beneath him, he bombarded her body with an attack of kisses, caresses and soft bites.

She helped him struggle out of his shirt and shorts, then welcomed him as he lay between her thighs, teasing her femininity with his fingers as her hands played with his manhood.

In a short time, they both could stand no more. He moved then, pausing to kiss her hungrily, before he lifted his hips and thrust himself firmly into the cool moistness of her body.

“Elliot!” she part moaned, past gasped, part cried.

She was tight and he shuddered with the feeling of it. He began to move steadily within her, making her gasp. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips, her fingers dug into his shoulders as he penetrated deeper, his firm thrusts releasing his pent up emotions and driving him over the edge into an explosive climax that she shared with him.

They were both breathing heavily, and as Elliot slowly returned to the real world, he was aware of Katrina, still clutching his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh. Suddenly concerned, he raised himself up slightly and saw the tears on her cheeks.

“Elliot,” she breathed and pulled his head down to kiss him with as much love as she could muster.

He relaxed then, his fear dissipating and responded to her, before whispering, “Now, let’s do it properly.”

He lifted himself from her and moved so he could begin a detailed exploration of her body, starting with her face, kissing her forehead, eyelids, cheeks and then lingered on her mouth, as their hands ran light trails of fire over one another.

Elliot then nuzzled first one ear, then the other, making her squirm in delight, then pulled back slightly to study her features before moving down to her throat, where he nipped her gently. She massaged his shoulders and combed her fingers through his shoulder-length hair. The journey continued.

A hand played with one breast while his lips worked on the other, sucking, pulling, teasing; then swapped over, his beard tickling the sensitive skin.

A trail of kisses weaved their way across and down her body towards her stomach, but made a slight detour as very, very gently, Elliot kissed the raw scar on her side and felt her shiver beneath him.

Her stomach muscles twitched as he concentrated his efforts in that area, before moving on to her inner thighs, and it was as his lips gradually moved upwards that she began to moan.

Katrina’s heartbeat began to quicken as he gently probed her with his fingers, then suddenly she felt the blood surge through her veins; shuddered and gave a cry of pure longing and need as his fingers held her open and his tongue, hot and moist, probed deeply, savouring and tasting her. For an instant, she thought she was going to die from the pleasure it brought her, and she dug her fingernails deeply into the pillow under her head to stop herself from screaming.

Elliot remained in tight control, perfectly aware of the effect he was having on her; continuing his merciless attack until he almost drove her over the edge into an erotic orgasm. Almost. Conscious of her ragged breathing and the sounds she was making, he stopped just in time.

Katrina’s anguished cry of pure frustration made him smile. She had teased him more than enough over the last three years, and he was about to get his revenge, by proving that it was he who was the master, and in control of the entire situation. He wanted to give her pleasure beyond all reason if he could, and it delighted him that for once, he could give instead of just take.

He pulled back, looking lustfully at her heaving body, glistening with perspiration and then, with seemingly little effort, flipped her over onto her stomach. Her mending ribs protested slightly at the treatment, but Katrina was in no fit state to notice this minor detail.

Elliot knelt straddling her and began once again, kissing her neck, while massaging her shoulders and back. His hands were firm, strong, yet sensuous and she found herself surrendering to him completely, loving the feel of his touch on her body.

Gradually, he worked his way down her body again, and this time as her passion mounted, he allowed his to rise with it. After caressing her buttocks, he shifted, slipping his arms around her hips and heaved her onto her hands and knees, his manhood probing her from behind.

She groaned and pushed back, unable to take the torture any more, but he stopped her, and continued to tease her until the cry he’d been waiting for was wrenched from her lips.

“D-damn you, Elliot! Please!”

The husky desperation in her voice got through to him and he relented, his own control slipping away faster than he had intended. Free from his restraining hands, she pushed back firmly to sheath him within, her muscles tightening around him. Elliot gasped with pleasure, then started to move within her, slowly at first, then gradually increased the pace, thrusting firmly; their position allowing him to penetrate her deeply.

His hand reached round and toyed with her from the front. Her response was to match his rhythm just as firmly and they drove against each other in ecstasy, faster and faster until they cried out and exploded in the all-consuming fire of climax and orgasm.

It was a little while later that they returned to some semblance of normality. Elliot drew a shuddering breath and moved to wrap Katrina in his arms and kiss her gently. It had been a long time since he had given in so freely to his emotions and it felt good.

“Kat, I love you too,” he whispered in her ear and then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

For the rest of the holiday they shared a bed every night. Elliot felt good inside and realised one morning that the shadow of Cathy had gone; been exorcised out of his system. Now in his heart was the mahogany-haired, green eyed woman lying beside him, who seemed to glow with a new happiness. Three years it has taken; three long years, but at last he saw, and understood about people.

There as just one more thing to sort out in his life. It would mean a trip away, but it would be worth it. He now looked forward to a life where he was not alone any more.

Chapter Seven

“You’re very quiet, what’s wrong?” Elliot asked, taking Katrina’s hand in his as they sat together on the plane, flying home.

“I’m thinking,” she replied, sighing heavily.

“I gathered that much; what about?”

“Oh, a few things… you, me, us, work….”

“Whoa there, slow down! I thought I was the workaholic around here! Are you thinking of a takeover bid or something?” His beautiful eyes were alight with mischief.

Katrina obliged and rose to the bait. “Damn! You’ve guessed my darkest secret, and I thought I’d got away with embezzling the billions I needed to do it!”

They both laughed and then Katrina sobered.

“Have you thought about my proposal?” Elliot asked quietly.

“I’m thinking about it now, amongst other things. Elliot…” She turned to face him, a worried frown etched on her sultry features. “We work together; don’t you think it would be like getting too much of a good thing if we lived together as well?”

“In other words, you don’t want to,” he whispered, his face falling.

“I didn’t say that,” she immediately countered, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “I just thought that perhaps we’d get bored… seeing so much of each other.” She saw the hope rise in his eyes again.

“We don’t really work together; we’re in different rooms, we’d really only see each other in the evenings, unless there was a meeting…”

He did it to her again; he gave her that ‘I-am-so-vulnerable-please-do-as-I-ask’ big-eyed little boy lost look, that inevitably allowed him to get his own way and she kicked herself for surrendering yet again.

She gave a huge sigh, closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and looked straight into his.

“All right Elliot. I’m willing to give it a go. I will move in – I just hope Burch House has enough room for all my junk!”

The grin that appeared on his face would have outshone any Cheshire Cat’s, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly, before lifting it to his lips.

“You won’t regret this,” he said, then leant forward and kissed her with feeling.

She smiled kindly at him, and then let her mind drift off. She had an idea for a project. If she could manage to pull it off she knew she’d never in her life be able to top it. It was a question of whether she had the capabilities, the courage, the confidence and the power to obtain the permits before Elliot’s next birthday. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it; but also, the more frightened she became, but it was what she wanted most of all. She wanted to give him a birthday present he wouldn’t forget…

*****

Elliot insisted she take another couple of weeks off to sort out the move, which made her chafe, as valuable time was slipping away, but eventually she closed the door for the final time on her empty, meagre ex-apartment.

The private hearing followed shortly after, but as the suspects were dead, no further action was taken. Cathy was sure there was probably someone further up the ladder who was the real instigator of the situation, but with only a gut feeling to go on, she was forced to let the matter drop: at least for now.

Katrina returned to work the following day.

“Kat, are you okay?” Sandy stared at her boss who was sitting at her desk, obviously miles away. She was staring at the wall, but her eyes were unfocused; glazed. “Kat?”

She suddenly blinked and slowly brought herself back to the real world. “Yes, Sandy?”

“Are you all right? You were on a different planet! You sure you’re recovered enough?” Sandy was sceptical. The bruises had faded, but the scar was still visible on Katrina’s cheek.

“I’m fine, really.” She gave her a warm smile. “I was just thinking…” Her voice trailed off. It was obvious she was heavily weighing up possibilities. Eventually she took a deep breath and stood up. “Sandy, go down to the archives and pull the file on Burch Tower, please.”

Sandy gasped. “What? Are you sure?”

“Yes.” The answer was barely whispered. “I want to give him his tower.”

Sandy turned to obey.

“Just one thing – no one must know. It’s got to be a secret. I want to give him a birthday present he’ll always remember.”

Sandy nodded and went out, deep in thought. Katrina appeared to have changed since the attack and her return to work. Oh, she was still an ambitious and sharp business woman, but there seemed to be an inner glow about her; a new light in her eyes.

She returned fifteen minutes later with a hefty looking file, knocked on the door and walked in to find Elliot in there as well. Katrina threw her a wide-eyed almost panicked look which Elliot didn’t see because he’d turned to see who it was. Sandy thought furiously and quickly shifted the file behind her back.

“I – I er, I was just going to make some coffee and wondered if you’d like one. How about you, Mr Burch?”

“Thank you, no,” Elliot replied and turned back just in time to catch the end of Katrina’s glance. “Kat, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Elliot.” She gave him a warm smile.

He still looked sceptical, but said no more.

“Thanks Sandy, I’ll have one.”

“Okay.” She backed out of the room, heaving a big sigh of relief. That had been too close!

“So, I should be back in about eight weeks,” Elliot said to Katrina, who nodded.

“You will be careful, won’t you?”

He smiled a boyish smile; a sparkle clearly evident in his eyes.

“I promise, I’ve every reason to be, now. And you…,” he began, coming round to stand beside her, “… don’t overdo it.” He pulled her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. “Eight weeks will seem like an eternity!” he whispered in her ear. “You’ll stay at the hotel whilst I’m away.” It was not a question.

“Yes, Elliot.”

“Good. If you need anything you can talk to Roth or Manning. I’ll call you when I get there. See you in eight weeks.”

His hands lingered briefly, then he turned on a heel and left.

Sandy came in with the coffee and the file. “That was a bit too close for comfort!” she said as she placed the file on the desk.

“Yeah. Sorry about that, I couldn’t warn you, he just suddenly appeared! Thanks for getting the file.”

Katrina spent the entire day reading and making notes. The project was sound; it had been Elliot himself who had actually wrecked the deal. He had been so desperate to get the project passed, he had succumbed to every devious means at his disposal. His life’s ambition down the drain – even Roth hadn’t been able to save the situation.

You were clever, Elliot. You probably could have gotten away with it if you’d laundered the money somewhere more obvious. God, I wish I’d been here then. Could I have saved it? she wondered. That was a question she would never know the answer to. If she could pull it off now she could give Elliot his dream, and that was something she really wanted to do for him.

Exhausted after the long day’s work, Katrina went to the penthouse as Elliot ordered but it was lonely in bed that night. All she had for comfort was the slight lingering of his cologne on the pillow.

Elliot was as good as his word and telephoned. He sounded calm, and soothing, but it didn’t do a lot of good, so to combat the empty feeling, she threw herself fully into the project, arriving early at the office and working late. By keeping her mind occupied, it stopped her thinking about what doubtful business deal Elliot could be up to.

About a week later, Katrina had a visit from Cathy.

“Hi!” The two hugged each other. “You’re looking much better now! So, what are you working on?” Cathy asked.

“A birthday present for Elliot. Cathy, can I trust you with this? It mustn’t go any further.”

Cathy studied the excited look on her features. “You know you can.”

Katrina took a deep breath to calm herself, licked her lips nervously and said, “I’m going to give Elliot his tower!”

Cathy’s reaction was not what Katrina expected.

“No! No, you can’t!” She took a deep breath and carried on softly. “Kat, I’ve come to arrange another rendezvous. Hearing your news, it’s imperative it occurs as soon as possible, so you find out why there must be no tower.”

“What!” The look on Katrina’s face clearly expressed what she thought of that statement.

“Please Kat. Just meet me tonight, six-thirty, at the entrance as before.”

There was a long pause. “All right. I’ll come, and I’ll listen, but Cathy, it had better be damn good, because I want Elliot to have his dream.” Her voice was low, and subtly threatening.

“Trust me,” Cathy said, realising she was treading on very dangerous ground. She did not want the tower to step between the friendship they had.

She left Katrina feeling almost devastated, but angry. Suddenly, her stubborn streak began to surface. She remembered that Cathy had blocked Elliot’s projects at least twice before, the last one being the tower. This time though, Cathy wasn’t dealing with Elliot. She wouldn’t be able to turn her large eyes on her and soften her heart. Why should she always get her way? This time it wasn’t going to happen. This time, it was Elliot who was going to win, even if it meant the biggest court battle in history! I won’t let you hurt him this time, Cathy, I swear I won’t! she vowed and slammed her fist down on the desk. Dammit!

*****

She approached the tunnel entrance feeling very nervous. It was almost six weeks since the attack and understandably she felt exceedingly uneasy.

This time though, it was all right. Cathy was already there, waiting for her in clear view, knowing what Katrina must be feeling.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, aware of the slightly frosty atmosphere between them. “What you will see tonight is a very closely guarded secret. Below the city of New York is a gigantic maze of tunnels and chambers which are inhabited by people who have left the world we live in up here, behind them, for many different reasons. They are good people; their homes are below now and they have families.

“Their link with the world Above comes through people like me. We are called Helpers. We get supplies they need, and anything they may need in emergencies.” She paused, then finally carried on. “Vincent lives here, Below. He has to, because he is different. Above, he would be persecuted, but Below, he is accepted for what he is, and is loved.”

Katrina noticed how the tone of her voice changed when she spoke about him.

“When I was attacked, he found me and took me below. He saved my life, and since then, I have done what I can to help them. I love Vincent with all my heart, and I will not let anything threaten their world. The tower will destroy their world because of its deeper foundations.

“I’m taking you now, to meet Vincent, so he can explain to you himself, about his world. As I said, he is… different, I think it only fair you be warned, but he is wonderful! Come.”

Speechless, Katrina let herself be led into the tunnels, through a secret door, and downwards for what seemed like an eternity. In the distance, a figure loomed up. Cathy squeezed her hand.

“It’s Vincent!” she whispered, then released her, and ran forward into his embrace.

Katrina stopped, feeling nervous and frightened. She steeled herself for the meeting, wondering exactly what Cathy had meant by ‘different’. She was about to find out.

“Kat, I’d like you to meet Vincent,” Cathy said as they approached.

Vincent stepped forward, into the dim light.

Katrina took a sharp intake of breath as he advanced, but did not step back. She conquered her fear and stared squarely into a pair of exceedingly blue eyes. Oh Vincent was most certainly ‘different’ but he was also beautiful.

“Katrina, I’m pleased to meet you, at last.”

His voice was like velvet, and although he was obviously incredibly powerful and strong, she realised that at this moment, he was no threat. His voice belied his appearance, for it was full of gentleness and caring.

“Vincent.” Her voice was but a whisper. “You are truly magnificent!”

He smiled slightly, showing her two sharp canines. “I thank you for that compliment.” He lifted a furred hand and took her arm gently. “Let me be your guide to my world.”

That night she learned of a whole new world beneath the city of New York and met the people – wonderful people, without greed or malice, hate or anger – that lived there. It was like a sanctuary from a cruel world, and minute by minute, her heart grew heavier. How could she build a tower and destroy their homes?

The patriarch of the community – a man they all called Father – noticed her despair and asked what was wrong.

With tears trickling down her face, she explained the situation.

“But why do you want to build him a tower?” Cathy asked.

She took a deep breath before answering. “I want to give him his dream Cathy, because… I love him.”

The emotion with which those words were spoken, moved Vincent. “Where did you want to build this tower?” he asked.

“I hadn’t decided. It would depend on what land is available,” she replied.

“Father, the maps. Katrina, we will show you areas where you would be able to build the tower without it affecting our tunnels.”

“Vincent… you’d do this for me?”

“You have already helped us; have been for over a year without knowing, providing the material and other items for the patchwork and craft classes. Catherine has told us you have also offered to teach classes. Elliot has saved my life and Father’s several times over the past four years. Let us in turn help you and Elliot.”

They poured over the maps and finally located three possible sites, two of which seemed reasonable.

“There is hope for you, Katrina,” Vincent said encouragingly.

Katrina gave a weak smile. “This is just the beginning. I’ve yet to get it passed and somehow keep it a secret from Elliot!”

“The Mayor likes you, Joe likes you and your work record is excellent. Go for it!” Cathy said giving her a hug.

They left shortly after. Katrina was very quiet on the way back and didn’t speak until they were back on the surface.

“Elliot didn’t stand a chance against Vincent. He’s incredible.”

“Yes he is, isn’t he.”

“You know I’ll keep the secret. Although for a moment there, I thought you and I were going to fall out. I wasn’t going to let anything stop that tower project, Cathy. But when I saw Below, I knew I couldn’t do it, and it really choked me. I just hope one of these sites Vincent has found is available and suitable. I know the area, there is a lot of dead wood down there.”

Cathy gave her another hug. “I’m glad we haven’t fallen out. I knew you’d understand and I know you’ll keep the secret. I admit I was against Elliot’s tower the first time around, but it’s beginning to grow on me. So, if you need any help, just contact me. I’d like to see Elliot get his tower too.”

“There’ll be a fancy dress party if we do…” Katrina said.

“Then it’s a must! Good night, Kat.”

“G’night.”

The next day, Katrina got Sandy to arrange an appointment with the Mayor, and dug out what details she could on the three possible locations.

“Kat, three-thirty this afternoon,” Sandy informed her.

“Thanks.”

She made sure she was there dead on time.

“Katrina, it’s good to see you again! How are you now?” The Mayor shook her hand warmly and pulled out a chair. “Terrible business, terrible.” He was looking at the scar, still faintly visible on her cheek. “Now, what can I do for you?”

“I’m not sure how to go about this, Phil.”

“Oh? That’s not like you. Come on, try me!”

“I want to build a tower.”

“So?”

“One hundred and fifty-two storeys worth,” she whispered.

“Burch Tower?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Two possible locations out of three.” She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a map of the area. “Here or here.”

“Mmmmmn. This one is the better bet. It’s totally run down and derelict. I know this area well. I used to haunt it as a child. There’s nothing of interest left there, it would help to bring some vitality back. I remember the original plans for Burch Tower, it was an incredible building. Are you sticking to those, or have you got a new design?”

“To the original, as it was Elliot’s own design. The plans were previously passed, so am I right to think that it should be pretty straight forward to get them passed again, as a precedence has been set? That’s how it would work back home in England.”

“As you say, as they have already been passed once, then it should in theory make it easier the second time around. It’s the location that is changing.”

“Phil…” She paused. “It’s approaching the time of year when the Burch Development Corporation makes its yearly donation to the Mission Hospital. This has been a regular occurrence for the past six years now. If the plans are passed, then I think we could make an extra generous donation this year, with the procurement of some desperately needed medical equipment - and we’ll also renovate the five storey building the next block down to it, to provide a community centre with sheltered housing.”

“That’s quite a political carrot you’re dangling.”

“If should someone question the morality of it, there are clear records dating back those years to prove that it is a regular occurrence.”

“You’ve been working up to this all along, haven’t you?”

“No, that’s just it, I haven’t! But I will admit, it’s come in handy.”

“Do I get to push the plunger again?”

“Why do I get the impression you’re in the wrong business? Yes, of course you can!”

“Then you’ve got my support!” They shook hands on the deal. “You know, if Elliot had asked, I might well have said no. I assume he’s sent you because of that?”

“He has absolutely no idea. This is a birthday present. I’m trying to get it all approved before he gets back and keep it secret until his birthday. How I’m going to keep it a secret I just don’t know, but as he’s away, I’m going to be pushing extremely hard!”

The Mayor shook his head. “If you manage to keep it from him, it’ll be a miracle.”

“Yeah, I know. Believe it or not Phil, he has changed and I’m doing my best to keep him on the straight and narrow. It’s hard work because he tends to get tunnel vision when he gets the bit between his teeth. The advantage with this project is that the plans are already completed, so I’m hoping they’ll be approved quickly, as we’ve made no changes apart from upgrading standards where necessary.”

“The building was above code anyway.”

“Yes, but I’m upgrading them again. Things have changed in the past few years. This is a very special building, Phil. I have to make sure it’s future proofed.”

He nodded. “Well, I’ll certainly give it my support and see what I can do to get it heard as quickly as possible, even if it means treading on a few toes!”

“Thanks! I really appreciate it. I’m just getting an up to date geological survey done, so I can confirm the depth of foundations, then I’ll be in touch.”

“Okay. Bye, and take care.”

Back in her office, Katrina was feeling better. She had the standards checked and upgraded further where necessary; a permit had been granted to drill down for a geological analysis. Roth was drawing up the details to be put forward to obtain all the other necessary permits.

The phone rang.

“Hello, Kat Grover.”

“Honey, what are you still doing there? I rang the hotel and they said you hadn’t come in yet.”

“Elliot! Hi!”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“I’m working, what else!”

“But it’s gone eleven! I’ve told you before, I’m the only one who works odd hours!”

“I have to keep busy.” She lowered her voice. “It’s lonely, I miss you already.”

“Yeah, me too. Now, you go home and that’s an order. If I can phone you again, I will, but if not don’t worry. I just wanted to let you know everything’s okay.”

“Hurry back.”

“As soon as I can. Love you.”

“And I love you.”

“Bye.”

There was a click and then the dialling tone returned.

Katrina disobeyed his orders and stayed on, working through the night, which turned out to be just as well, for the next day a phone all came through with a time on Friday for the planning application to be heard, before being given the statutory notice for opposition to come in. After this period, the final decision would then be made.

Katrina leant on the survey team for the geological report, and this analysis and calculation was then included in the presentation.

Roth accompanied her, and she let him do most of the talking. Things went smoothly that far and notice was posted at the site and in the papers. Katrina just hoped Elliot couldn’t get hold of a New York newspaper, wherever he was.

Opposition was received, including a few crank ones, but she was assured that there was nothing serious to worry about. Finally, after all the hard work over the past three years or so, it paid off and after just nine weeks, the building was approved and permits issued.

A celebration party was held at the office for all those connected with the project and everyone had a good time – except Katrina, who was missing Elliot.

Her next task was to draw up a timetable for Elliot’s birthday in ten weeks’ time. She knew he had been on the lookout for a particular jazz concert, that was guaranteed to be a sell out within five minutes of the tickets becoming available. She managed to get two and then express orders with the booking office that under no circumstances should they sell him any, if any became available later on.

It was planned for his birthday to at least start in a ‘normal’ fashion, and then gradually get more out of hand as the day went on, with the arrival of the birthday cake, a meal in the hotel, the concert, then finally presenting him with the Tower when they got back afterwards.

It sounded just great, and to make things even better, Elliot had left a message that very morning saying he would be back by the middle of the next week – in time for Christmas.

She was late going back to the hotel again that night, but didn’t mind, as she was in a good mood. As she entered the penthouse she stopped and took a deep breath. Cologne! Her eyes swept the room. Nothing. She dropped her briefcase and ran into the kitchen, followed by the office, and finally the bedroom. His coat was draped on the bed, a suitcase by the wardrobe, and from the bathroom came the sound of the shower being used.

She slipped out of her own coat, threw it down beside his and went into the bathroom.

“Elliot!”

The door to the shower cubicle slid open, a hand came out, grabbed her arm and dragged her squealing inside. She just managed to kick off her shoes and leave them outside before the door slid almost closed again and the spray of water hit her, soaking her clothes in seconds.

Elliot pinned her against the shower cubicle wall. “God, I’ve missed you!” he said, his voice thick with emotion and kissed her hungrily. She surrendered to him willingly, her arms wrapping themselves around his waist.

“You’re back early!” she breathed when he finally released her, shifting uncomfortably in her wet clothes.

Elliot grinned mischievously as he started undoing the buttons on her blouse, his body responding to the sight of the wet material clinging to the swell of her breasts.

“Things went my way,” he replied, peeling the offending garment off and throwing it out through the narrow gap he had left by not sliding the door fully shut. He reached around behind her back, undid her bra and sent that flying in the same direction as well, before removing the rest of her clothing.

They came together again, touching and caressing each other. When they came up for air the second time, Katrina rubbed a leg up and down one of his and rubbed herself against him, nipping one of his ear lobes.

“Hey babe,” Elliot said tightly, “don’t start anything you can’t finish!”

“I’m starting it, but I expect you to finish it,” she replied sexily, as a hand reached down and fondled his manhood.

An all-consuming fire engulfed him and he slammed her hard against the cubicle wall, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head, whilst his leg forced its way between her thighs. The kiss was bruising and he held her hands immobile with one hand, whilst the other came down her body firmly, to between her thighs and caressed her intimately. There was nothing tender in the action, just pure lust and want and the need for satisfaction.

She arched against him, and he moved his hands to cup her buttocks firmly before lifting her off the floor. Instinctively, she placed her hands on his shoulders and did a little hop to wrap her legs around his hips, as he slammed her against the cubicle wall again and penetrated her. His thrusts were hard and firm, making her groan under the continuing bruising kiss. His tongue probed her mouth as his movements became more urgent. Katrina found herself going light headed at the onslaught, and then Elliot gave one last almighty thrust and climaxed, the overspill of his seed, running down the inside of her thighs, and as he shuddered in the aftermath, she reached a dizzying orgasm.

Spent, he crushed her against the wall, his lungs heaving with the effort he had just expended.

“I- I’m sorry,” he finally managed to breathe. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she gasped. “But I don’t think my body could stand an onslaught like that again for a couple of days.”

He kissed her softly and passionately then shifted slightly, allowing her to drop her legs to the ground, but initially her feet didn’t want to hold her, so he did for a few more minutes, until her strength returned.

“Welcome home my darling,” she whispered and kissed him, before reaching for the soap and covering Elliot in its lather, her hands teasing and tickling as they moved over his body.

She looked at him seductively, her eyes smouldering, her lips swollen after his attack, but still offering him an open invitation, which he accepted willingly…

Chapter Eight

Katrina’s birthday was just a few days before Christmas. Elliot took her out to dinner, then back to Burch House, where he presented her with an entire collection of silk threads in a specially made cabinet and a gold necklace. She had cried with happiness.

Christmas and New Year followed soon after. There had been an office party, which the world and their mother appeared to have attended, with the best attendance on record. Elliot had forced himself to take some time off so the two of them could have a proper Christmas and New Year for once. They had ridden in the snow, and spent time putting Christmas decorations up and decorating the Christmas tree – the first one in the house for many years. For Christmas dinner, he had invited his housekeeper and their whole family, and for the first time the house was a home, with children laughing and playing.

Elliot found himself envious at their happiness, and for the children in their lives, and found himself glancing at Katrina with wishful thoughts in his mind.

The following seven weeks seemed as if they would never come to an end! As Elliot’s birthday approached Katrina became even more worried that someone would inadvertently let the cat out of the bag and ruin the whole thing. There were a couple of close shaves, and she knew he must have realised something was going on, but he was polite enough not to ask. With any luck, they had diverted him enough to make him think they were planning something for his birthday – which they were but not quite what he may have had in mind!

Then the day dawned. Katrina didn’t know about anyone else, but she hadn’t slept a wink all night. She had made an extremely gallant effort to keep still all night as Elliot slept beside her, so he wouldn’t ask what was wrong. She didn’t like lying to him, even in a good cause, so she had spent most of the night just lying there staring at him, waiting for dawn to break.

Eventually though, she couldn’t keep still any longer, and decided to get up. She managed to do so without disturbing Elliot and went to her work room, where she sat, did some embroidery and ran through in her mind, the plan of campaign, just to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.

The day would start in the normal fashion. Nanci would sort his mail and pull out all the birthday cards, making him think they’d forgotten. About half way through the morning, the cake would arrive and things would generally degenerate after that!

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and Elliot poked his head round.

“Here you are! I’ve been looking everywhere! I’ve put the kettle on.”

“Okay, thanks. Oh, by the way…”

“Yes?” He looked at her… hopefully.

“…Good morning,” she finished and smiled to herself as she saw his face fall.

“Yeah, morning,” he mumbled and backed out of the room.

Katrina’s face split into a grin. Honestly, he was just like a mischievous little boy!

*****

At work, Nanci called her aside.

“What’s wrong?”

“There aren’t many cards!”

“What!”

“I’ve only got four!”

For a moment, Katrina knew panic, but then got a grip on herself. “Let’s leave it until the cake arrives, and then we’ll panic!”

“Okay.”

It turned out the cake wasn’t the only thing that arrived at coffee time… so did a great many employees; from cleaners to executives, all carrying cards, and some, little gifts which they wanted to present to Elliot personally. Katrina recognised a few; mainly people he had helped in odd little ways with problems.

Nanci looked at her and heaved a huge sigh of relief.

With the number of people present though, they decided Elliot’s office – spacious as it was – was just not big enough, so decided to have the ceremony out in the main work area.

Nanci put on an Oscar winning performance to get him to come out of his office. As he appeared, ready to face some kind of major disaster (going by Nanci’s hysterical carrying on) he was brought up short by the wall of people present, and a huge cake.

Elliot swallowed a number of times as everyone dutifully burst into a loud rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’. Nanci handed over the few cards that had come by post and dared to give him a kiss. Katrina stood by the cake, ready with the knife.

His face split into a huge grin as he took it from her.

“Happy Birthday, Elliot!”

“You sneak! I’ll get you for this!” he whispered in her ear, but she knew damn well he was enjoying every minute of it.

As he cut the cake, Don McLeod attacked him with a camera, taking several shots, and there was the sound of champagne corks popping. Everyone cheered. A waiter took over cutting the cake up into little pieces, and then people began handing over cards and presents amongst a great deal of back slapping, hand shaking and kissing. Needless to say, not a stroke of work got done the rest of the day.

On the way to the Burch New York in the limo, Elliot smiled broadly, looking like a mischievous little boy.

“Oh, I’ve really enjoyed myself today!” he said, his eyes twinkling in a most alarming fashion. “I suppose you arranged all that?”

“Me and one or two others.”

He gave her a sideward glance. “Is there anything else I should know about?”

“Oh, lots,” Katrina admitted, but refused to say any more.

They ate in the penthouse, changed, then went out again. Elliot still didn’t have a clue what was going on until they approached the concert hall.

“How did you arrange this?” he asked incredulous. “I’ve been trying to get tickets!”

“I know. I simply got there first and told them not to sell you any!”

“What!” He stared at her in disbelief. “What a devious mind you have!”

“I wonder where I got it from?” she replied looking at him from under her eyelashes.

The concert was every bit as good as they’d hoped and they left on a high.

Katrina instructed Simmons to take them back to the hotel. Elliot’s eyebrows rose at this order, but he said nothing, accepting that for today, she was in charge.

They walked across the lobby and into the lift.

“Today has been the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he said, as his arms encircled her waist and pulled her against him. “Thank you very much.”

“I’m glad. But it’s not over yet, Elliot,” Katrina replied stroking his cheek.

He captured her hand and turned it palm upwards to kiss it.

“As you climb the ladder, you gradually lose friends and one morning you wake up and you’re totally alone,” he added, reaching forward to open the door. “I don’t feel I’m alone anymore.”

“Oh Elliot,” his words brought a lump to her throat. She could imagine what it had been like.

He smiled reassuringly at her, knowing what effect those words would have had on her.

“I’ve got one more surprise lined up for you, Elliot,” she said reaching into the pocket of her jacket and pulling out a silk scarf. “Now stand still, and most of all, trust me!”

She blindfolded him then opened the door and guided him in. Everything had been set up according to her instructions, so she sat him down on a chair facing a screen. She slipped off her jacket, but before removing the blindfold, checked the presentation was ready to go and took a deep breath.

“Before I take this blindfold off you, I want your word that you’ll stare straight ahead only.”

“I promise,” he whispered.

Satisfied, Katrina removed it and touched her laptop screen to begin the presentation. The first slide revealed a skyline view of part of Manhattan.

“You have four buildings in this picture, Elliot. Can you spot them?”

“No,” he said after spending a few minutes searching in vain.

“Shame on you! Here they are…” The next slide highlighted them. “Of course, they were your earlier buildings, but there will eventually be a fifth in this frame; a very special one.” She paused for effect.

“Kat, what are you up to this time?”

She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezed it gently and clicked onto the next frame. It showed Burch Tower superimposed.

“No!” he whispered. “No! It can’t be!” He stood up sharply. “Don’t to this to me, Kat!”

“Elliot, please!” She turned up the lights and it was then he saw the models, the posters, and most importantly, the permits. She gripped his arms tightly, holding him still. “I knew how much it meant to you,” Katrina whispered “I share your dream; you can make it come true!”

She led him to the table, picked up the permits and handed them to him.

“From the city of New York, the Mayor, Cathy, the team, and me Elliot, Happy Birthday.”

He suspected she’d probably been working on something for him, but he’d not expected this! The shock was almost devastating.

“H-how?” His voice broke, his bottom lip trembled, and he bit it sharply, but his eyes betrayed him.

Wide and so very bright, a tear escaped, followed by another. His life’s ambition. He stared at the permits, then at the posters, and finally at the model. Slowly it began to sink in what she had done for him. No one had ever cared as much as she had. Up until Katrina, friends had been a complication; but this was more than friendship; this was love.

He reached for her then, his arms wrapped themselves round her tightly and he buried his head in her shoulder.

“N-no one’s ever done anything like this for me, ever,” he mumbled. “Thank you Kat. I thank you with all my heart.”

He shifted and kissed her slowly, lovingly. Her lips parted, his tongue explored her mouth and his hands caressed her.

“God, I love you,” he whispered into her neck, before nuzzling her ear and nipping the lobe. She just melted against him.

He straightened up, and reluctantly she did the same.

His eyes were smouldering as he looked into hers and once again she marvelled at them. It had been his eyes that had attracted her in the first place. They were so expressive and changed colour depending on his mood. Now they were the colour of amber, like the embers of a fire, waiting to take hold, and she was glad the lights were low so he couldn’t see the colour come rushing to her face.

His hands slid up her back, his fingers interlaced themselves around the back of her neck and he pulled her closer. The movements were all slow, all tender, all very sensuous.

The first kiss on her lips was like the touch of a butterfly; the next, slightly firmer and longer. Each one after that gradually grew both in intensity and passion, first inviting a response, then demanding it and she did as she was told, willingly. She surrendered to the onslaught, feeling light-headed; faint, and melted against him. Her lips parted and allowed him access to explore the confines of her mouth.

A hand dropped from her neck and wrapped itself around the small of her back, bringing her tightly against him, allowing her to be aware of and feel his own body responding.

Her teasing fingers worked their way under his jacket and round to his back, pulling his shirt lose so she could touch and feel him. Her hand felt like a hot brand on his skin, burning a trail along his spine and lighting a fire within him that only she would be able to quench.

He broke their final kiss and she leant heavily against him, breathing hard, her heart thumping just as hard as his own.

“Oh Kat, what have you done to me?” he whispered in her ear, before nuzzling it again, making her squirm with delight, as his hands ran up and down her arms.

“I don’t know Elliot,” she replied breathless. “Tell me; show me.”

He held her at arm’s length for an instant, then swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he placed her on the huge super king-sized bed. She watched him as he slipped out of his jacket and placed it over a chair, pulled the bow tie from around his neck and unfastened the top button of his shirt. Next he removed his cuff-links and rolled up his sleeves a little way.

As he kicked off his shoes, Katrina began to giggle at his scruffy appearance – namely his shirt tails half in and half out. Elliot was a man who took great pains to maintain an immaculate appearance and seeing him looking… untidy, was an unusual sight indeed.

“What?” he queried as he joined her, lying by her side, propped up on an elbow.

“I’ve never seen you looking so… untidy! It’s nice to know you’re human after all,” she replied unbuttoning his shirt all the way to allow her hands complete access to his chest.

His free hand roamed up her thigh, across her stomach and breasts to the V-neck line of her dress. Carefully he undid a button, then another, and another, whilst she caressed him, teasing his nipples. He undid the fastenings as far as her waist then, as he was about to run a finger down between her breasts to part the material, the phone rang.

The sudden noise made them both jump and Elliot’s eyes blazed in annoyance. He tried to ignore it, but found it difficult to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing.

“I think you’d better answer it, before your security people come running up and break down the door,” Katrina said helpfully, a finger wrapping itself in a lock of his hair. She could tell by the horrified expression that he’d forgotten about that fact.

Sighing, he nodded, and reached across her to the bedside table to pick up the phone. It was an unwise thing to do. Katrina took full advantage of this and planted a trail of kisses on his chest, before rolling her tongue around first one nipple, then the other, teasing them and making it his turn to squirm.

His irritated, “Yes, what is it,” came out slightly more strained than he’d wanted.

A small voice was heard to ask: “Will you be needing your limousine any further tonight, sir?”

“No! N-no. I er… won’t, thank you. I’ll ring when I require it tomorrow.”

“Sorry to have disturbed you, sir.”

“It’s okay. Just one thing, I don’t want to be disturbed until further notice, I’ve got some unfinished business to attend to. Good-night.” He replaced the phone back in its cradle, grabbed Katrina’s wrists and pinned her arms by her side. “I suppose you thought that was funny?” he asked in a husky voice.

“So, I’m unfinished business, am I?” she asked breathlessly.

“Not for much longer,” he muttered softly. He very quickly moved, to kneel, straddling her, trapping her arms above her head, before bending to tease her lips with his.

Then his kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose and her cheeks, before returning to her mouth. She tried to free her hands so she could caress him, but his grip remained firm and unyielding. His lips moved to her throat and kissed the pulse there, his breath and beard tickling her at the same time.

Elliot released her wrists and drew his hands down her face, caressing her cheeks, then continued downwards, parting the material of her dress, to gently massage her firm, full breasts, slipping his hands underneath allowing his thumbs to tease her nipples erect. In their wake followed his mouth, kissing and licking; tasting, savouring her, making her moan and wriggle in pleasure, arousing him too, but he clamped down on his control, determined to see this through to the end.

“Oh Elliot!” Katrina reached up, grabbed him by his shirt front and dragged him down on top of her, her lips seeking his. Her breasts came into contact with his bare chest and the feeling was electrifying. She helped him struggle out of his shirt and threw it across the other side of the room, noting again with pleasure how firm his body was through his years of working on the docks and with regular exercise.

Elliot managed to disentangle himself from her arms so he could kneel up and continue with her buttons. All undone, he pulled her onto her knees to face him and gently eased the garment off her shoulders, drawing it down and off completely so it dropped off the edge of the bed, leaving her in only brief panties.

Tenderly, he massaged her hips and stomach, planting kisses on her breasts. She wound her fingers through his hair, suddenly deciding things were getting a little one sided. With a calculating look, she tightened her grip and pulled.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You’ll see.”

The way she spoke those two simple words made his breath catch in his throat.

She placed her hands on his chest and began slow circular movements, kissing his throat, returning the caresses he had given her.

Gradually she worked lower, her hands finally resting on the fastenings to his trousers; then with eyes gazing at his, she deftly undid them and with one sweeping movement, swept them and his underwear downwards.

Her hands trailed lightly up the back of his thighs and caressed his buttocks while she swayed seductively against him, teasing him, teasing his manhood and he responded to it.

She twisted her body and the two of them finished up flat on the bed, with her on top. Quickly, she finished removing his clothing and turned her attention to bringing him pleasure, bending over him massaging and kissing his chest; her loose hair tickling him as she gradually worked her way down his body.

Elliot felt his stomach muscles twitch unconsciously at her light, teasing touch, then drew a sharp intake of breath s her finger trailed feather-light downwards.

She glanced up and gave him a most evil look, then bent her head.

His breath suddenly hissed out from between clenched teeth and a groan forced its way past his lips as her tongue trailed ever so lightly down one side of his manhood, around the head and slowly up the other, firing a furnace that needed to be cooled within the confines of her womanhood. She worked her way upwards again and blew softly in his ear. It nearly drove him crazy.

Unable to stand any more, he knocked her arms from under her and she collapsed onto his chest. Gone were the slow sensuous, erotic sensations; released was a man who had held himself in check for too long. He was driven now by a need for satisfaction, of wanting to take, yet she continued to tease him beyond the point of reason and his iron control snapped.

He needed her, wanted her, body and soul. He twisted, rolling, so she lay beneath him, a hand savagely pulling away the last remaining remnants of clothing. There were no barriers between them now.

His kisses were deep, hungry, desperate, as her hand teased his manhood. It responded to her touch; grew, throbbed, ached. A fire centred itself there, his breathing shortened.

His fingers moved between her thighs and she parted them willingly, allowing him to touch her, explore her wetness and she began to writhe, panting and gasping.

Her cries excited him more. He moved across her, teasing the most intimate part of her with his manhood, poised on the threshold of the now familiar territory, then she raised her hips and unable to hold back any longer, he thrust firmly, her cool moistness sheathing that shaft of hard, velvet steel.

Slowly, he almost withdrew before thrusting forward again. The slow movement was almost an agonising torture for both of them after the sudden passion before; but he continued with the slow rhythm. He placed his hands under her hips and lifted her slightly, allowing deeper penetration, gradually increasing the pace until his mind was lost in that moment of ecstasy, when for a fraction of a second, everything stopped, stood still, before the explosion of climax and fulfilment, and his seed filled her as his shuddering body went over the edge and she convulsed under him in orgasm.

He opened his eyes and stared at her, noting the rosy glow that engulfed her trembling body; the fine layer of perspiration that covered her, causing strands of hair to stick to her face. At that precise moment she looked like a wild, primitive Amazonian and he loved it.

Released now from that all-consuming fire, he slowly, gently withdrew and lay down beside her, their bodies touching. His hand rested on her breast and he kissed her full lips passionately.

Katrina heaved a huge sigh and touched his face, wiping away a rivulet of perspiration running down his nose. She smiled at his appearance; naked, hair in a mess with stray curls plastered to his forehead. This was a totally different Elliot to the one she had first been introduced to; a man of deep passion and need, exciting and filled with a promise of more to come.

She wrapped a finger in a lock of his hair and drew him down to kiss him slowly, deeply, lovingly desiring him to fill her again.

Finally, she released his mouth at last.

“Happy Birthday, Elliot,” she whispered in the sexiest voice he had ever heard, and his heart began to pound again, as she moved her leg slightly, placed his hand once again between her thighs and finished with: “Now you’ve had the main course, what about dessert?”

END