Finding Alice Page 6

  “There’s someone here to see you John,” she said, in a provocative voice.

  This was highly unusual, as she always phoned through to see if John was available and whether or not he wanted to see the person. Still holding the pose Rebecca continued,

  “Its a Mrs.”...... she paused, “A Mrs. Alice Johnson.”

  She had a look on her face as if to say, “I know this is no ordinary client.”

  “OK,” said John, trying to maintain his composure.

  “Tell her I will be out shortly.”

  “Okay...” said Rebecca with a big smile on her face, as she turned and headed back to her desk.

  John sat there and tried to steady himself. He tidied up the papers on his desk, straightened his tie and adjusted his hair in the mirror he kept in the corner. He did everything about three times. Finally he took a deep breath and went out to meet Alice.

  Alice was sitting in the reception area casually chatting to Rebecca with her legs crossed looking very poised. She saw John emerge from the office and slowly and deliberately rose from her chair and confidently glided across the reception area towards him. What a vision she was. Today she was wearing an awesome cream business suit, with a jacket and short skirt. Underneath she had a soft grey blouse, low at the neck, showing just a hint of cleavage. She had a small cream Gucci handbag on a long thin strap, over her right shoulder and very expensive high-heeled leather shoes, to match.

  She seemed to just float across the room towards him. John felt himself go weak at the knees. She was a picture of perfection. She had her long dark hair down again and the light coloured suit she was wearing, highlighted her beautiful clear olive skin.

  “Hello Mrs. Johnson,” he heard himself mutter trying to look professional.

  But she was having none of that,

  “Hello John,” she said smoothly, as she softly planted her usual greeting kiss on his cheek.

  Glancing over his shoulder he caught Rebecca, watching the whole scene intensely, with a huge grin on her face. She quickly put her head down and pretended to be working when John glared at her.

  “Come through to my office Mrs. Johnson,” said John, still in a vain attempt to continue with the professional masquerade.

  When an extremely attractive woman enters a room there is a moment of silence, as just for a second, everyone stops what they are doing. And so it was as Alice walked past the other agents with John, on the way to his office. You could have heard a pin drop. It felt like a thousand pairs of eyes were watching their every move. Well that's how it felt to John, even though there were only five people in the office at the time.

  As they walked passed Maria at the last desk, she gave John the same look that Rebecca had given him, earlier at his office door. How do they all know he thought?

  John closed the door to his office and proceeded to sit in his chair. Rather than sit in his visitor’s chair Alice positioned herself on the corner of his desk, amply showing off her well toned legs.

  “What can I do for you Alice?” he continued, still pressing on with the effort to be professional, as he walked around to his chair.

  “Well for a start you can take me to lunch.”

  Chapter 8 Lunch and Desert.

  John had his favourite restaurant, where he often took clients and other business associates for lunch

  Alfredo met them at the door.

  “Hello Mr. Mason,” I get you the best table,” he said in his broken English.

  This wasn’t going to be hard, as they were a bit early and there were no other customers in the restaurant.

  “How you been? Plenty of good business?”

  “Yes Alfredo. This is Mrs. Johnson.” He somehow had to keep up the pretence.

  “Hello Mrs. Johnson, welcome to my restaurant.”

  “I get you both a drink before lunch?” Alfredo enquired.

  “No, that's not necessary Alfredo, just a bottle of my normal Sav Blanc will do. That's Ok with you isn’t it Alice?” said John trying to be in charge. She nodded.

  Alfredo brought the wine and poured it.

  “What you like to eat today?”

  “I’ll just have an avocado salad,” said Alice

  “Yeah, that's fine with me also,” said John as he caught Alfredo taking a sneak look at Alice’s cleavage.

  ‘I bring you my best Italian salad,” said Alfredo, “Special just for you, just like always.”

  “He seems to know you well,” said Alice, as Alfredo walked away. “ Do you bring all of your girlfriends here?”

  In fact John did have girlfriends and yes he did occasionally bring them here. Mostly they were married. One recent one had been Annabel. She had worked in his office as a temp, when they had an overload of typing. Like Alice sitting in front of him, she was also into fitness, but also along with some bodybuilding. Annabel had the largest pair of firm breasts he had ever seen. A lot of girls have large breasts, but they are usually quite soft, like Mary’s, when they had their threesome many years ago. Annabel's were very large and very firm, almost muscular, if that is possible. She looked magnificent in the nude and when they went to hotel rooms, John would get her to pose naked in front of the mirror and admire her.

  While she was looking at herself, he would give her flowing complements about what a beautiful body she had. This would really turn her on and she would grab him, go down on him and give him oral stimulation. She would then jump on top of him and climax very quickly. Her husband had premature ejaculation and she had adjusted her sexual needs to accommodate this. She had never had children and John loved it that she was very tight. She really turned him on. The more she made love with John, the more she was able to hold her orgasm back and the better was the sex. He loved the way she wrapped her legs around him and held him in, as they moved in time with each other.

  There relationship had gone on for quite a while, until one day they were in a hotel room, but she didn’t want to make love. She wanted to sit on the bed and talk.

  “What do you think about me John?” she asked.

  He was not sure how he should answer this.

  “I think you are wonderful and we have wonderful sex together,” said John rather sheepishly.

  “Apart from that, what else do you think about me?” she asked

  “Well I think you are very attractive.” And she was. Perhaps attractive, rather than beautiful.

  “And you have one of the best bodies I have ever seen,” he added.

  “What about relationship wise, where are we going with this?”

  Oh dear thought John, here it comes,

  “Well, we are both married and we have a great relationship, we really enjoy sex together and we should continue doing what we are doing,” he tried to parry her.

  “Well I am not happy with this. I need to know where we are going with it.”

  “What can I say?” said John.

  “Well I’m not happy with it,” she repeated, “I’m leaving my husband. He spends all his time in his printing business and is never at home. I want to have children.”

  Oh dear, thought John. He loved the sex with her, but had never thought of leaving Audry for her. In fact apart from the sex, they really didn’t have all that much in common to talk about. All they ever discussed was what new exercises she was doing at the gym and who she was working for as a temp. To him it was just a physical relationship, not a give up everything for it relationship. He had too much to lose. Besides he already had two children and didn’t want any more.

  He could see there was nothing he could say and just sat there looking at her. Time passed. It was probably not all that long, but long enough for Annabel to make her decision. His lack of response was all she needed to know.

  “OK, well that's it isn’t it?” With that she grabbed her handbag and went to the door.

  “I’ll see you around John,” she said as she left. But he never did see her again.

  Alice’s comment about bringing other girlfriends to Alfredo’s r
estaurant had reminded John of Annabel. It had taken him totally by surprise and reminded him of a past relationship. Why was Alice insinuating that he had girlfriends? Was Alice insinuating that she would like to be his girlfriend? For a second he didn’t know what to say.

  “Well I only bring the best ones here,” he finally managed to get out.

  “That was a great night on Saturday,” Alice continued.

  “Especially the part in the kitchen,” countered John, who had decided he needed to be more combative with this woman, to see how she would react.

  “Yes especially the part in the kitchen,” said Alice coming back at him with her soft sexy voice.

  “What about you, do you do this sort of thing often? John probed.

  “ Oh, only with special people I like,“ said Alice

  “ Well then, that means you think I’m special?” John pushed ahead.

  “ Well we will have to see about that,“ said Alice in her calm sexy voice.

  What was this woman really saying? John’s mind was spinning. Certainly she had kissed him passionately in the kitchen on Saturday night and pressed up against him at the front door as she was leaving. Then she had turned up at his work, unannounced, looking like something out of a vogue magazine and got him to take her to lunch. Now she seemed to be inferring she would like to have an affair with him. But she wasn’t like the others. He had always been in charge with the others. But there was no way he could be in charge with this one.

  He took a big sip of his wine and decided to take a major step forward.

  “Would you like to go somewhere after lunch?”

  Alice hesitated for a moment then said softly, “That would be nice.”

  Where to take her, thought John. I can’t take a beautiful classy woman like this to a hotel, that would be too crass. Suddenly he remembered the Wilson house. It had beautiful views of the river. He had often stood on the balcony and admired them. The owners were overseas and the keys were back at the office. Agents do not hand the keys over until final settlement of the contract. That's where he would take her.

  They chatted on over lunch. But unlike Annabel, Alice could talk about anything, religion, politics, sex, paintings, music, economics, anything. She was on the ball and very well informed. There were only a few customers in the restaurant and Alfredo kept coming to their table, to make sure everything was to their liking and to refill their wine glasses. John was sure Alfredo was being far more attentive than normal. He kept looking at Alice rather than John, as he poured the wine. Neither had dessert, so they sat there chatting as they finished their wine. By the end of lunch, both were feeling the warmth of two and a half glasses of fine wine each, plus the free liqueur Alfredo insisted on giving them.

  As they were leaving Alfredo saw them out the door, with a gusto of pleasantries,

  “Come back again and bring lovely lady with you,” he gushed, in his broken English.

  “Thanks,” said Alice and leaned over and gave Alfredo a peck on the cheek. Alfredo went red as a beetroot.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” protested John, as they walked back to his car.

  “I thought your lovely little Italian man deserved it for looking after us so well,” she countered.

  “He only did it so he could keep looking down your blouse,” snapped John.

  “Of course I knew that's what he was doing,” said Alice,

  “I thought I would give him an up close look, to make his day for him.”

  She is so cool and so in control, thought John. She knows exactly what is going on. Nothing seems to faze her. She seems to always be in charge, with natural poise and a quiet air of confidence. It was fascinating but a bit unsettling for someone like John, who had always been in charge.

  Just then two other local businessmen walked past in the opposite direction and nodded at John. They were two agents from another real estate firm. All agents in an area know each other. John turned to see they were both still smiling and looking at him and Alice from behind. Boy this woman attracts attention, he thought.

  Back at the office John parked in the street just outside the front window and went in to get the keys off Rebecca.

  She looked at him wickedly as she pressed them into his hand.

  “Why are you showing Mrs. Johnson the Wilson property?” she asked cheekily, “hasn’t that already been sold?”

  She knows dam well it has been sold, thought John. Anyway, how does she know I am taking Alice there? Just then he followed Rebecca’s gaze. She could see Alice sitting in his car, through the window behind him.

  Well he couldn’t get out of it now,

  “I’m showing it to Mrs. Johnson in case the other sale falls through,” he tried to bluff.

  But Rebecca was not going to back off

  “Have fun,” she called out after him, as he left the office.

  He turned and gave her a dirty look.

  It was only five minutes from the office to the Wilson’s house and John was soon turning into the driveway. Better put the car into the garage, he thought, some of the neighbours might know the Wilson’s are away. Like his home they had C-Bus and with a press of a button on the key ring, they were soon in the garage and walking up through the house.

  He took Alice straight out onto the balcony.

  “Oh yes this is a beautiful view,” she agreed.

  This was the type of home John would like to own one day. It was on a waterfront block with a pool and had a path leading down to a sandy beach and boatshed, by the water. There was a pier stretching out beside the boatshed, with the Wilson’s cruiser moored at the end of it. It lacked a tennis court, but as he had pointed out to a number of potential buyers, there was room for a court, on the large lawn, just below the balcony they were now standing on.

  Of course the kitchen and bathrooms were a bit dated and the Wilson’s furniture did not help. It was old fashioned, not old enough to be antique but too old to be modern. John had suggested to them that they put their furniture into storage and get professional decorators in so they would get a better price. But they would not hear of it.

  “This furniture will last forever. Not like that particle board stuff they seem to make everything out of these days,” old man Wilson had stated firmly.

  They were self-funded retirees, who had done well financially and were not going to put themselves out for anyone.

  Yes, John could imagine himself living here as he looked at Alice now sitting across from him at the table on the balcony.

  “Champagne?” said John. He knew the Wilson's had a huge cellar under the house and would not miss one bottle.

  “That would be nice,” replied Alice.

  He left her sitting on the balcony as he went down through the house to the cellar. A quick look through the rows of bottles and he selected a one from which there seemed to be plenty of stock. They wouldn’t miss just one. No need to cool it either, the cellar was cooled to a perfect storage temperature.

  By the time he got two glasses and returned to the balcony, Alice had taken off her jacket and hung it over the back of one of the chairs. She definitely did not have on a bra. As the early afternoon sun shone on them he could clearly see her lovely breasts and firm nipples, through her grey blouse. They had been camouflaged when she had her jacket on.

  They sipped their champagne slowly. As they did there was a magic moment that John had never experienced before. Everything seemed to just stand still. John was aware of a sense of peace and calm all around them. It was as if he had somehow been transported into the realm of serenity that seemed to surround Alice. Normally with the pressures of business John always had a hundred things buzzing around in his head. But with Alice it was different. His mind seemed to clear and become totally in tune with everything around him. It was as if he was seeing the world as she did.

  It was a beautiful warm sunny day with just the hint of a breeze. He could hear the hum of locusts in the distance and some birds chirping in a nearby tree as they serenad
ed each other. Two butterflies gently fluttered past the balcony courting each other. If only life could always be like this. For a moment time really was standing still. It was almost like he was in another world. He was even aware of the sound of his own breathing, the touch of his hand on the cool champagne glass and Alice’s beautifully manicured fingernails on her glass. The light was shining through her hair as a gentle breeze moved it just a fraction. They looked at each other without saying a word. But this was different than in her kitchen. There was no competition between them now. He was sure Alice could fell it too.