Flowers in Bloom

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

It was nearing midnight in the ultra-exclusive private members club The Duke in Knightsbridge, and Georgiana was thoroughly enjoying herself.

The Duke had been open a year and Georgiana had been a frequent visitor since its launch. She liked the atmosphere. The average age of the membership was thirty-five which created a young and vibrant feel. It was, however, designed and furnished in the style of a traditional gentlemen’s club with ornate wood panelling, sweeping staircases and beautiful art-deco lighting and furniture. The basement had been turned into a nightclub, dimly lit with private booths dotted around the edges of the room, and a gleaming mirrored bar running the length of one wall.

The eyes of every red-blooded man in the club were fixed on Georgiana. Oblivious to the attention she was attracting, she whirled around the dance floor, her moves perfectly in time with each pulsating beat. In four-inch Louboutins and an impossibly tight dress that barely skimmed the top of her thighs, her outfit left nothing to the imagination.

“A real little firecracker, isn’t she?” JJ Proctor nodded in Georgiana’s direction and grinned at Wyatt.

“You don’t say.” Wyatt had his eye on the raven-haired beauty dancing with utter abandonment. He knew exactly who she was.

“Georgiana Bloom. Baby sister of Sebastian Bloom, the golfer. Christ, she’s hot.” JJ was almost drooling.

“Yeah,” Wyatt watched as she floated off the dance floor towards the bar.

“They both lucked out in the beauty stakes, huh? She’s the new darling of BBC Sport.” JJ said. “Would you like to meet her?”

“Sure thing,” Wyatt replied.

JJ and Georgiana were on first name terms, both having spent more time in The Duke than either would care to admit. He was also Olivia’s best friend Emily’s boss. He cornered Georgiana at the bar where she was chatting to a group of friends.

“Georgiana, please excuse me, but I have a friend who’s interested in making your acquaintance. May I bring him over?”

“Hey, JJ. You and I really have to stop meeting like this, people will talk,” she laughed and took a sip of champagne. Glancing over his shoulder she locked eyes with Wyatt and was instantly drawn to him. “Sure, bring him over. The more the merrier.” She was attempting to sound nonchalant but her stomach was churning. The way the incredibly attractive stranger was looking at her was unnerving.

JJ beckoned for Wyatt to join them.

“Georgiana Bloom, may I introduce you to Wyatt Clayton.”

Wyatt stepped forward and offered her his hand in greeting. “Charmed to meet you, Ms Bloom.”

“Oh please, call me Georgiana,” The second their hands touched her heart skipped a beat. “And what brings you to our shores, Wyatt?”

“I’m here for business, but I may just stay for you.” He amped up the charm, fully aware of her immediate attraction to him.

Georgiana gulped and was lost for words. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, finding it impossible to look at him.

“Let me buy you a drink. I’d like to get to know you better. Come with me.” He took her hand in his and led her to a booth away from prying eyes where he knew he would have her full attention.

Once inside the booth he closed the privacy screen, sat down and turned to face her.

“You’re the most goddamned beautiful woman I’ve ever had the fortune to meet,” he said, unabashed. “You’ve stirred up something crazy in me, baby.”

Georgiana blushed and hung her head to hide her embarrassment.

“Look at me,” Wyatt urged. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid,” she whispered. “I’m just a little shocked.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I’ve never felt like this before. I mean, I don’t even know you, yet I’m so drawn to you.”

“Me too, sugar.” Wyatt was playing with her.

She grinned and took a large gulp of champagne.

“I don’t just want your body, but it’ll do for starters.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.

An hour later they were still locked in conversation, oblivious to the world around them. Georgiana’s friends and JJ had called it a night, and now they were alone.

Filling her in on his past, Wyatt told her: “My daddy was a real son of a b***h, but grandpa was a different story.” He smiled as he remembered the kindness grandpa Clayton had bestowed on him. “He said he knew I had it in me to be better, do better, and I owe a helluva lot of my success to him. I reckon he was pretty bummed out by his loser son and wanted to set me on a different path. By the time I was sixteen he’d saved every spare dime he had to give me a way outta there, and boy did I take it.”

“My father isn’t much better,” Georgiana stated, taking another large gulp of champagne to steady her nerves. “He did a runner when my mother died and is now the founder of some weird cult masquerading as a yoga retreat in Bali.” She rolled her eyes and Wyatt burst out laughing.

“A cult? What’s their M.O?’ He teased Georgiana and was rewarded with a dazzling smile.

“No idea. Don’t want to know either. My brother does but we don’t really talk about Dad. What’s the point? I’ve only seen him a few times in the last decade or so and he holds no interest for me.” She shrugged her shoulders and changed the subject. “So, tell me Wyatt, do you have some moves or can you only manage a Texan line dance?” She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the booth towards the dance floor - “I love this song.”

He followed, keeping her hand tightly enclosed in his, and pulled her into his arms once they reached the centre of the floor. She was tiny in comparison to his six feet one inch, and her head barely met his shoulders. His hand drifted down her back and came to rest just above the curve of her bottom, where his fingers began to gently stroke across the silky material of her dress.

Georgiana gasped and pressed her body against his, unable to contain the rush of desire that was spiking from her. Wyatt looked down and saw her eyes blazing with a craving that matched his own.

“Wanna get outta here?” he whispered.

Georgiana nodded.

“Let’s go,” Wyatt growled, unable to hide the desire in his voice. “My driver is waiting outside. “Come.”

“Oh, I intend to,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

Wyatt pulled Georgiana swiftly out of the club and into his car, immediately activating the glass that separated them from his driver. Without uttering a word, she straddled him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He groaned, and she gasped with pleasure as his hands drifted up her thighs lingering at the hem of her tiny dress, eager to explore further.

The journey from the club to his hotel was over in an instant, and he was relieved. He knew he was teetering on the edge of ripping her clothes off and taking her right there on the back seat of the car.

“You have no idea how much I wanna make love to you,” Wyatt purred in her ear, holding her close as they made their way across the hotel lobby and into the waiting elevator.

Once they were in the lift that led directly to his suite, Georgiana pressed her hand against his groin and started to undo his zip. “I think I do, judging by what’s going on in your pants right now,” she giggled.

When the doors opened into the cavernous hallway of the Royal Suite he paused. “Are you sure about this? One step further and I won’t be able to hold back. I’ve never wanted to have anyone more than I want you right now.”

Georgiana grinned and pushed past him. “Wow, this is gorgeous,” she walked across the marble floor to investigate and Wyatt followed.

“I’d suggest a drink, but I can’t wait. Come here,” he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the master bedroom, depositing her on a sumptuous four poster bed. “Take it off,” he nodded at her dress.

She giggled again, “You’re going to have to help me out of it, it’s bloody tight.”

He moved to undo the zip and slowly peeled the dress off her petite frame.

“Final chance to say no to an old man,” he grinned as he stepped out of his clothes and knelt down in front of her.

She leant forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Shut up and make love to me, you old fool!”