Bree Bellucci - The monster concubine

Savannah eyed the enormous pile of papers on the floor by Kaci’s desk.

“File them by date and then come find me.”

Savannah was left alone with the mountain of killed trees. She set about the mundane task of filing the papers and she let her mind wander over the sexual encounter she had just experienced with Elijah. She couldn’t believe she had let herself get so carried away by him.

What had she been thinking? He was like a drug that she couldn’t resist. Savannah had in fact never tried drugs, but she was pretty certain that this was what it felt like. She had to remind herself that Elijah had been pursuing her.

The afternoon passed slowly and it was after four o’clock when she climbed off the floor.

Her body was stiff and she rolled her neck from side to side trying to work the kinks out. She found Kaci in an office down the hall and Kaci waved her in.

“I’m going to need you to take this show outline to Dr Preston.”

Savannah’s heart did a flip. “Not a problem — where is he?”

“That’s the thing. He was called down to the Brooklyn Hospital Center.”

Savannah pictured him in a white doctor’s coat and her heart flipped again. Yes, Elijah in a white coat was incredibly sexy; he could examine her any time he damn well pleased.

“Okay.”

“Great! Here it is. That’s it for the day so you can head home after you drop it off. Oh, and I’m going to need you here by nine am from here on out.”

“Not a problem,” Savannah said and she thought Kaci eyed her suspiciously. She hadn’t been fooling anyone when she answered her phone half asleep this morning. She would just have to tell Sage that she couldn’t stay up all hours of the night with her anymore. Savannah grabbed her bags and decided to make a quick stop at the apartment to change. She hated that she wanted to impress Elijah, but she couldn’t stop herself. She ran up the flight of stairs to her amazing living space and hurried towards her closet once inside. She grabbed a purple and blue maxi dress and she quickly undid her hair, letting it fall in loose waves down her back. Feeling satisfied, she grabbed a quick snack and headed out the door to make her way towards the subway. Her phone went off and she saw that it was Kaci.

“Hello?”

“Change of plans, Savannah. Elijah wasn’t needed at the hospital so he went home to Greenwich.”

Greenwich? Elijah lived in Greenwich?

“Okay,” Savannah said slowly, “So what does that mean?”

“It means I’m going to need you to get on a train and head out to Greenwich. I’m really sorry but Elijah needs those papers tonight.”

Savannah sighed as she realized she was going to need to head up to Grand Central to catch a train to Greenwich.

"Why can't we just fax them? Surely he has access to a fax machine, he's a doctor isn't he?" Savannah asked timidly.

"We can't risk having these scripts intercepted or sent to the wrong number, that could be disastrous," Kaci replied, "You'll have to make the trip to deliver them in person."

“Okay. I’ll make my way towards the train station now.”

“Great — thanks a million. I’ll text you his address so you know where to go once you arrive.”

Savannah thanked Kaci and hung up. How had she missed the fact that Elijah lived in Greenwich? Actually after having realized that he was the mystery talk show host, she hadn’t given much thought to the fact that he was now based in New York. Kaci’s text came through and she saw that Elijah lived only a few miles from her parents. Savannah realized she still had the company AMEX card and she figured that this would be an expense for which to use it. She booked herself an express ticket and settled into her seat for the familiar journey. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was thrilled to be seeing Elijah again yet she feared the intense attraction between them.

Less than an hour later, Savannah found herself in the Greenwich train station. She was about to look for a cab when a friendly older gentleman approached her.

“Miss O’Hara?”

“Yes.”

“Hello I’m Tripp, Dr. Preston sent me. I’m to take you to his house.”

Savannah was inwardly excited that the man didn’t offer to take the papers from her and send her on her way; she followed him out of the station. The drive was short and they pulled up to an impressive stone house that sat atop a large hill that backed up to a massive grove of trees.

She followed Tripp to the front door and he unlocked it before ushering Savannah inside. The hallway was done in dark grey tones and was clearly masculine. Tripp led her to a small sitting room in the front of the house and left her there promising to return with Dr. Preston.

Too nervous to sit, Savannah circled the small room. The walls were painted a bright white, and the furniture was stark white, too. It almost looked clinical except the five large canvases that covered the walls. The paintings were rich and colorful and Savannah examined them closely. Each depicted a different forest scene. The most intriguing painting had a lion sitting proudly in the center of the forest, as other animals seemed to bow to it. The lion looked almost human like with bright blue eyes and upon closer examination Savannah noticed that the other animals looked almost human too. The birds nearly resembled beautiful women, and the cheetah seemed to have a human torso.

A painting that depicted a beautiful cottage that appeared to be nestled deep in the woods also intrigued Savannah. The air was pink and hazy around the house and Savannah found herself with her nose pressed against the canvas, trying to see inside the cottage.

“Savannah O’Hara.”

Savannah jumped as Elijah’s silky voice washed over and awakened her deep need for him.

“Elijah,” she said softly, her body completely attuned to him. He was dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a dark t-shirt, the look was one of casual sophistication.

“Thank you for bringing the papers.”

Savannah moved forward and pulled the documents out of her purse. Elijah sat down and pulled a pair of reading glasses out of his pocket. Savannah almost died at the sight of Elijah with his black-framed glasses — he looked intoxicatingly handsome. As he perused the documents, he spoke.

“Do you like the paintings?” his voice was liquid sex and Savannah’s insides clenched.

“Yes, very much so,” she murmured as she moved closer to a painting of a lion draped across a field of flowers. She looked over to see Elijah peering over his glasses at her, his eyes bright with his desire for her. She felt sexy and beautiful under his piercing gaze.

“There are things I want to do to you,” he said in a throaty voice.

“Do them,” she whispered.

Elijah was on top of her almost instantaneously. Savannah didn’t even have time to think as she felt Elijah move behind her, his cock pressing firmly into her back. He ran his fingers down her neck, brushing her hair gently to the side.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked softly.

“Doing what?” she panted.

“Driving me mad with desire!” He nipped her shoulder and Savannah yelped from the small stinging pain. “I have to be inside you!”

Savannah was on the couch and she felt Elijah moving behind her before he pushed her down. He kneeled above her, pushing her long dress up to her hips before moving between her legs. Savannah grasped at Elijah, wild with desire for this powerful and attractive man. She barely knew him, yet she wanted nothing more than to feel him fill her completely.

Elijah slid her panties down and Savannah reached up to fumble with Elijah’s jeans.

Elijah gasped with pleasure as Savannah’s fingers brushed against his naked skin and he froze for a moment. Savannah was incredibly turned on by the effect she had on him and she sat up as she advanced on Elijah. She fumbled with his pants, sliding them down his legs as she saw his erection strain against his tight boxer briefs.