Millionaire's Society Mistress (12 page)

Giving him a look as she had laughed.

“Well in that case…there was one more thing I got for you”

Craig looking surprised

“Another present for me? Fiona…you really didn’t have to”

Fiona giving him a sensual smile pulling one more box from under the tree

“Oh…this is more a …sharing present”

Craig again ripping the Christmas paper from the box to reveal a flat box. Lifting the lid a grin had spread across his handsome features, removing the lid completely as he had lifted the Christmas teddy from the tissue paper. Looking at her with a smouldering fire in his eyes

“OK…for the record…you buy THE best presents” passing it over to her “and in the interest of sharing…I think that you should show me this ….on.”

Jumping to her feet she had taken the silky material from his fingers, moving to the bedroom, as she had curtsied to him

“Yes Sir” her voice mocking.

Waiting for her, Craig had touched the presents, a strange lump in his throat. While he had had presents before, none had seemed as personal Craig frowning at this thought.

Hearing a soft cough from the bedroom, he had looked over to where she had draped herself against the door, her fingers entwined in her long hair as she had playfully lifted it allowing it to fall over her eyes, her tongue running seductively along her lips

“Monsieur Thompson” her French accent making him laugh as his eyes had travelled over her, groaning at the way the red silky material had hugged her perfect figure, seeing her long legs, the teddy sitting high on her thigh.

Jumping to his feet he had moved towards her

“Oh Mademoiselle Campbell…time to open this present” Fiona giving a throaty laugh as he had lifted her high up against himself, her arms moving around his neck as he had moved backwards.

“Now should we open it from this side….or this side” The woman in his arms wriggling helplessly as he had tickled her, ever moving back towards the bed, before she had wrapped her legs around his waist kissing him. As he had kicked he door closed his last comment had been “OK this side then” the two falling together onto the bed.

That morning the two had ordered room service, before they had moved to one of the few places open that day, the Eiffel tower. Standing in line for the lift to take them to the top, Fiona had regarded him with a solemn expression

“You want to take the lift?” Craig looking at her in surprise.

“I didn’t think that you would want to walk up all those stairs” he had begun as she had shaken her head furiously.

“No…I want to experience everything about it …we need to walk” her eyes looking at the queue “besides, look at this line…walking will keep us warm”

Grinning with surprise, he had moved with her to the stairs. As they had got to each level, there had been a plague with facts about the structure they stood on. Both had read the information attentively Craig knowing that half the fun of enjoying the view from the top when they had got there had been the journey up, Fiona smiling with satisfaction as they had walked around the tower.

Later they had sat in an almost empty French cinema watching an old black and white movie, Fiona only catching half of the words as she had filled in the blanks with her own hilarious version of the narrative, Craig joining in, both of them constantly laughing.

For their final evening in Paris they had again dressed formally, this time she wearing a long blood-red dress, her long hair pulled up elegantly, adding drama with red lipstick which had showed up so well against her porcelain skin.

In another tuxedo, he too had had stood looking handsome, his eyes appreciative as they had slowly trailed over her

“You are a beautiful woman Fiona” his voice serious and full of such honesty as she had joined him, giving him a warm smile back.

The two had enjoyed a traditional Christmas meal together, Craig laughing at her insistence on wearing the small tissue party hat that had come from the cracker provided as part of the meal, shaking his head

“You are such a child” he had grinned, although he too had put on his hat, smiling widely. That evening their lovemaking had been less frantic and slower, both taking their time as they had brought the other to another mind blowing climax, both of them clinging to the other, no words needing to be spoken as they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

Returning once more on the same plane the two had sat comfortably in the others company, Craig reading the poetry book she had given him, laughing at some of the words, Fiona correcting the way he would pronounce them, her large eyes full of humour. He had however, found himself enjoying the book, smiling at some of the stranger poems, once more thinking how Scottish they were as he had began one poem, his voice careful in the way he had pronounced the words.

“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face”

Fiona laughing as she had taken over

“Great chieftan o’ the Puddin’race”

He shaking his head softly

“How on earth do you know all these?” Fiona chuckling

“Of all the ones to pick…that is THE one you should know. There is no Burns supper that doesn’t have that one recited”

Looking back at her, with a raised eyebrow he had asked what a Burns supper was, Fiona sitting up as she had explained about the traditional dinner.

“It is the highest compliment to invite another man to your Burns supper”

“Just men?” his surprised voice questioning as she had given a small thoughtful look

“Well…there are women invited to some…but in most cases it just for men” a small chuckle leaving her

“Too much beer and whiskey flowing”

She had noticed as he had become quieter at that point, pulling out his mobile phone spending time searching for something as she had sat back reading a magazine.

Returning to the MacDonald estate the two had moved back up the stairs together, Fiona standing undecided as they had approached her room. Taking her hand he had moved to his room leaning in to kiss her cheek

“I think that we have moved past separate rooms” happy that she had not argued just moved with him into his room.

The following day as Craig had left for some final meetings, Fiona had Skyped her brother. His whole family smiling as they had wished her a happy Christmas, she so happy to see the children, both of them thanking her for the computer games she had sent them. As the brother and sister had found themselves alone, she had given him a warm grin.

“Things are looking good with you and Nat” Scott nodding happily leaning further into the computer

“I don’t want to jump the gun here…but Nat is thinking about coming home”

Fiona clasping her hands together with excitement

“Oh I’m so happy for you” her eyes shining with honesty, the two laughing together, before he had looked quizzically at her

“How come you didn’t phone on Christmas day?” Fiona’s eyes sparkling as she had given a small chuckle

“Well….Craig took me to Paris”

Looking at his stunned expression

“Different rooms?”

Fiona had grown quieter her cheeks growing hotter as a small smile had played on her lovely lips

“No” Looking meaningfully at her brother, as laughing he had shaken his head.

“Be careful little sister…Craig Thompson is not the kind of man looking for a long term relationship”

With a nod of her head, she had given him a reassuring smile

“I know that Scott…I really do…and Craig has been honest about that…but maybe this will do me good. After Donald…well you know…I had a lot of problems moving on” her voice pausing as she had looked into her brother’s eyes.

“Maybe this is just something that I need to do…no commitment and no expectations”

Watching her for a few seconds, Scott had finally smiled

“Maybe it is…I just don’t want to see you get hurt”

Making a small pfft sigh she had laughed

“He will be gone by the end of the month…it is just … uncomplicated and liberating…and strangely enough fun”

Giving her a final brotherly look he had given a small shake of his head

“I hope you are right Fiona…just …be careful”

The two siblings once more wishing each other a happy Christmas.

As Craig had moved into the kitchen, he had smiled closing his eyes with pleasure.

“Oh that smells lovely” he had chuckled moving over to pull Fiona into his arms for a kiss

“Is that steak?” she nodding happily

“I went shopping…figured that you would be tired, not really in the mood to go out.

Giving her another approving grin, he had moved over to pull out one of the many bottles of champagne in the large fridge, noticing that the bottles seemed to be a lot less lonely than they had been since his arrival at the estate. Giving her another smile, he had taken glasses and the bottle to the table, where she had already placed vegetables and potatoes, his eyes wide with approval.

“Wow…beautiful, smart, funny and can cook…might need to keep you”

Hearing her musical laugh once more as she had brought over the plates with the steak perfectly cooked, chuckling as she had feigned shock.

“What … and give up your wild ways!” Craig smiling back with her, though wondering why the idea had seemed more than a little appealing.

As they had eaten, he had told her of the invite from Robert MackKenzie, noticing the small frown on her features, as she had froze for a second, her voice wary.

“So…Bob invited you to his birthday Ceilidh”

Craig’s brow furrowing as he had looked at her in surprise

“It’s his birthday?” he had gasped with a small groan as Fiona had nodded slowly.

“Damn…I never got him anything. What do you get a man like him?” his eyes leaping to hers.

Noticing how pale she had become he had placed his hand over her fingers, concern filling his features

“Are you OK?” Fiona looking back, a forced smile rising to her lovely face

“Sure…of course…it’s fine” before becoming more pensive.

“Bob loves Whiskey…so my advice…get him a VERY good bottle”

With a quick grin he had nodded, flicking another look at the woman beside him, seeing as she had now seemed preoccupied, and pushing the delicious food around her plate as she had seemed to struggle to eat more. As he had continued talking about his day, she had slowly become more animated before the two were once more laughing and chatting happily.

For the next three days the two had seemed to fall into a very comfortable routine. Craig working for most of the day, as Fiona had spent more time pulling together the material for the web site. At lunch time they would take a walk, Fiona sometimes taking the opportunity to return to her family estate and check on the horses stabled there.

On one afternoon, he had accompanied her, once more seeing as she had dressed in the jodhpurs, sidling up to her and telling her how sexy she looked in the close fitting trousers. Giving a seductive smile she had pushed herself against him.

“Mmmmm ….. I do enjoy something strong and powerful…”

Craig nearly spitting out his coffee as she had finished the sentence.

“You are a wicked, wicked woman” he had laughed, as wiggling her eyebrows in an attempt at looking evil she had taken one horse out of the stables, the groomsman having already saddled it up for her. Her offer to set him up with one of the animals had been met with a firm no, as she had given him a mock contemptuous look.

“What’s wrong….scared?”

He shaking his head

“What and miss you on top of one of those beasts!” his eyes creasing with laughter.

For the next half hour, he had stood by the side of the homemade corral, watching as she had controlled the large animal, amazed at how wonderful she looked as she had jumped the high wooden obstacles with an ease that had astounded him, Craig finding his heart in his mouth with each one. As she had returned the horse he had told her how impressed he was, Fiona smiling with happiness.

On the third day the two had packed the car, Craig showing her the wooden box with the 40 year old single malt Glenfidoch. Giving an impressed look she had nodded her approval

“Definitely impressive Mr Thompson…I assume that was pricey”

With a small smile he had given a nod

“Yep…but worth every penny if all goes well”

By mid afternoon the two were once more on the road, Fiona remembering the last time they had made the same journey, Craig laughing as they had passed the hotel in which they had stayed over on their return journey, turning to give her a look full of innuendo Craig had murmured seductively

“Do you think we have time for a trip down memory lane?”

She laughing back

“Ah yes…a whole week…and they said it wouldn’t last”

Beside her Craig had watched the narrow roads. It was hard to believe that it had only been a week since they had first slept together, since she had stopped being so wary of him. With a small frown he had known that soon he would be returning to the US, his business needing him back, the many emails and calls evidence of this. However, it had been a week like no other. She had made it wonderful, her never ending humour and the way she reacted to him in bed making it so good. Flicking a look over he had seen as she had become quieter herself, her eyes watching the landscape pass by, a strange look on her lovely face. With another frown he had wondered if he was truly ready to give Fiona Campbell up right now. His determination to enjoy her till he was ready to go floundering in a strange desire to hold on to her, at least until his usual boredom of women kicked in.

Arriving at the MacKenzie castle, he had parked his car, pulling out their shared overnight case and the Kilt which she had informed him he would be required to wear that evening. Craig had been both excited and a little apprehensive at the prospect of wearing the traditional dress, though relieved as she had told him to leave the more formal jackets and shirts in favour of the Ghillie.

Together the two had pressed the bell on the large imposing door, Craig once more impressed with the stonework of the building itself. As they had moved into the large hallway of the MacKenzie castle, ushered in by the butler the two had been welcomed by the man he had come to talk with, who had given Fiona another bear hug before shaking his hand, his face creased in a welcome smile. Next Claire had welcomed them, her eyes again flashing brightly at Craig as she had given a seductive smile. Looking over at Fiona her look had been more guarded an almost nervous light coming to them, Craig sensing that something was wrong.