Free Bring me to life (The golden collection) by Kam Carr Page A

investment. It wasn't home. I just liked getting away at weekends. Plus it came in handy when I had meetings in London. Georgina was stunned. She was floating around looking at everything. She was impressed.
                  "This is amazing" her hand ran down the side of the cream corner sofa. "I thought you weren't rich?"
                  I chuckled. "I said I'm not THAT rich. I have the money, yes. Not everything is about money, Georgina. I thought you would of known that."
                  "I have no interest in money thank you" she bellowed and plunked herself down on the sofa.
                  "Then you and me... Miss Dawson....Are one of a kind." She tightened her mouth to hide her smile.
                  "You want to do anything special?"
                  "No, let's just watch DVDs, eat junk and get pissed."
                  I nodded in delight. "A woman of my own heart!" I made my way into the kitchen, reappearing with a bottle of lemonade, a bottle of vodka and two glasses. "Let's celebrate your first week at work!
                  "I would love to . . . ." Her voice trailed off.
                  Something had caught her attention, she got up and walked over to the large oak sideboard. She reached out and picked up a photo frame. She studied the picture and looked up puzzled. "The little girl is she yours?"
                  "Yes" I began. "That's Olivia, she's six now." I closed my eyes and visions of my little girl appeared. My heart broke. Her cute smile, her thick brown hair, brown eyes and they way she would run to hug me. God, I missed her. I should of never let Debbie take her away. That was the biggest mistake of my life.
                  I opened my eyes slowly and Georgina was back next to me. She wrapped her arms around me, we hugged and it felt right. It felt good. I felt her soft lips brush against my cheek. I hugged her tighter. Her forehead rested on mine and our eyes locked.
                  "Where is your daughter now?" she breathed.
                  I looked away. I wasn't good with emotions. I had spent too long playing hard business man. "Her mum Debbie met someone and they moved to LA. Some American TV producer or something. I see her every now and again" I stopped. I was revealing too much. This weekend isn't about you, Maxwell. This weekend is to get to know this incredible woman. I backed off and winked at her. "Shall we get this party started?"
                  "Yes please" she winked back.
                  I poured two drinks and handed her one. Straight away she downed it. I  was stunned. This girl could drink no doubt she downed it because of the run in she just had with the hippy. I couldn't imagine my mother ever being that cold towards me. I couldn't be that cold towards Olivia. We created this life. Why ignore them when they need us? My attention went back on to Georgina, she was still holding the empty glass.
                  I raised an eyebrow. "Another?"
                  "Yes please. So, Mr Thomas how old are you exactly?"
                  "How old are you?" I mocked handing over another filled glass.
                  She placed the glass to her mouth and cocked her head. "You know how old I am! You read my CV didn't you?" How could I forget the impressive CV? Not as impressive as our first encounter. A little smirk flashed across her mouth. Was she thinking the same as me? I hoped so. "But to refresh your memory" she added. "I'm 24, 25 in eight days."
                  "It might shock you" I teased. I watched as she kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet under her. She was making herself at home. I myself was relaxing with her. It felt normal. I hadn't spent this much time at home with anyone in a while. In fact, I hadn't spent time with anyone like this in years.