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MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Janey

PART 6

You felt something softly stroke you against your temple and opened your eyes to see James smiling at you as he moved your hair from your face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Umm, that’s ok,” you sighed sleepily. “What time is it?”
“10.30am or there about,” smiled James as he continued to play with your hair.
“I should phone Mike and let him know what I’m doing,” you yawned.
“What let him know that you’re in bed with me?” James grinned at you wickedly and kissed your forehead.
His comment made you laugh out loud.
“Hell!” you spluttered, “ if I did he’d probably want me to report on it!”
James hugged you as he laughed with you.
“ You think I’m joking!” and you looked at him. “I’ve applied for a job with another magazine. If it doesn’t work out I may just go freelance.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I can’t work for that man any more.” Hurriedly you got out of bed and went to the en suite, and turned on the shower.
James took the hint that you didn’t want to discuss Mike or your career and got dressed and went downstairs to make some hot coffee, and put your dress on a quick wash to freshen it up.
A little while later you sat near James at the kitchen table, wearing a shirt of his and it was obvious that you had been crying. Instead of saying anything you merely began to drink from the cup before you. However, you then looked up and on seeing the pain and concern written on James face began crying once more. Really, really sobbing. James held you tightly, saying nothing. Just feeling the heaving of your body as you sobbed and spluttered uncontrollably against him. You began to gasp for breath and clung to him for support. Needing his strength, compassion and understanding.
For the longest time James said nothing. He stroked your back; held you to his body; lightly kissed your hair; helped wipe away some tears from your face with his thumbs and gave you tissues: but he said nothing.
He waited until you were ready to speak with him, which you appreciated more than words could say. At times like this you wished that the public could see him; he was nothing like his image or his reputation would have people believe. James was so gentle and considerate. Yes he had a temper, but so did everyone, and with James his came from passion or feeling a need to protect those he cares about. Now you understood so much more about what drives him; what kind of man he is; he is fiercely loyal and passionate and whilst at times it’s frightening that he wears his heart on his sleeve; ultimately it’s reassuring because with James what you see is what you get. Nothing is hidden. He tells it as he sees it.

As you eventually cried all your tears out of your system, you took a deep breath and collected your thoughts together, so that you might be able to explain to James what had happened.
“I’m sorry, James. Even I wasn’t prepared for that.”
“Hey it’s no problem. I was just worried about you that’s all. It just seemed to come out of nowhere.”
“I know. Like I said, I wasn’t ready for it either,” although you tried to smile it was obvious that you still felt shook up.
“You don’t have to talk about this if you’re not ready to, ok?” and he gave you a reassuring kiss on your forehead.
“I’m all right, really. Besides I can’t keep this bottled up forever.”
His strong arms hugged you into him and the familiar feeling and smell of him gave you the ability to continue, and so you began to tell him what had occurred whilst maintaining eye contact with him. Told him all about Mike catching you in the photocopier room and how he prevented you from leaving by locking the door, and then proceeded to try and kiss you, as well as other things. When it became obvious to him that you would not give in to him he had become angry and told you that you had better reconsider or you would be out of a job. He had threatened to tarnish your reputation and let people think that you were some kind of cheap tart. The day that the interview with James was meant to have taken place you had over heard Mike talking with one of your colleagues and telling them that you were ‘so up for it!’ That had been the incentive to look for something else. Initially you had wanted to hang on and complete the special report that you were doing, aware that whilst you had that you had a valid reason for not being in the office so often. However, now you felt that your position there was untenable. Office gossip was fast and it wouldn’t be long before everyone had heard. Already you had been on the receiving end of some particularly vicious stares and felt at times that some of your colleagues were talking about you behind your back, but maybe that was just paranoia setting in.
“It brought back so many bad feelings for me, and although I’d convinced myself that I was ok and it wasn’t going to affect me, clearly it did and you bore the brunt of it,” you sighed as his fingers soothingly fondled your cheeks.
“So when you stormed out that first night it was because of him?” James voice was soft and even but there was a very subtle edge to it. He was hurting for you.
“Partly. Well, mostly,” you reflected quietly. “ But I also surprised myself. You see I’ve only slept with a couple of guys prior to that and things weren’t great in the bedroom.”
Again James said nothing. He allowed you to take stock of what you wanted to say and knew that this would be tough enough without his interrupting and forcing the pace.
“So, when I found myself not only enjoying it but also taking the lead with some things, I kinda freaked. I had never wanted to be intimate like that before,” a nervous laugh escaped your lips. “You awakened a part of me I didn’t know I had, James.”
Your lips touched his so softly he could only just feel it, which made him sigh aloud, and then he slightly increased the pressure, making you gasp at the tenderness he conveyed, before he pulled back, still stroking your face ever so lovingly.

“Then I started to think about what the others had said to me when we’d split up; that I was frigid; sexually repressed; unable to enjoy myself; unable to pleasure a partner,” you lowered your head, finding it hard to look at him. “Then I started to remember what Mike had said, and I just got really fearful James. I had all of these strange thoughts and feelings coursing through me and I just couldn’t deal with it.”
You stared into the cup in front of you then continued, “that night, the first one, when you came round to see me, something hit me. I realised that for the first time I was in love, and as much as it frightened the life out of me, the fact that you were so kind, considerate, and open alleviated many of my worries and concerns about being with you.”
“Amy,” his voice was filled with compassion, as were his eyes as he looked at you lovingly.
“I told myself that I was ok to love you, that I could trust you to be honest with me and that you wouldn’t sleep around on me like they had,” you took a deep breath. “ Unfortunately the next day I saw HER all over you, and you didn’t seem to be objecting! I thought I’d been taken for a mug again and took solace in the whisky bottle! My head hurt I can tell you!”
“Amy! I wish I’d been able to get to you before you left. She tried to get into my house and I swore at her like I don’t think I’ve ever sworn at anyone else!” he clasped your hands as he spoke and you were pleased that he had began to speak. You needed to hear what he had to say too.
“Well, I thought that if I couldn’t hear your voice and didn’t see you that I’d be fine, but I wasn’t. The whisky helped a little, but then I yearned for you, James. I went to bed in the spare room that night and the following night, holding on to the pillow you’d slept on, because I still needed to be close to you,” as you told him you blushed but also smiled.
“You had me so fired up when you refused to see me, I was seeing red! I thought you’d been stringing me along and half expected to see something in the magazine about your night with me. I feel ashamed to say that I thought you’d betrayed me and I hate betrayal, so I stopped calling because I knew I’d say something that I’d regret, even though deep down I knew it wasn’t true. You could never do that, Amy because it’s not in your nature.”
You touched your forehead against James’ as he continued to hold your hands in his, caressing them delicately with his fingers as a reassuring gesture. He wanted you to know he wasn’t going anywhere, and for that you were pleased. Whilst unburdening yourself was tough at times it also felt immensely empowering and a large part of that came from the knowledge that James genuinely wanted to listen and really wanted to know why you had reacted as you had, even though part of that was down to him, and whilst it had obviously been hard for him to hear, he had listened.
“And how many of the phone calls between you and Nicky yesterday happened to have you saying what a rotten woman I was?” You raised your eyebrows quizzically.
“Poor Nicky must’ve wondered what the heck was happening! All I spoke about was you, and then when he said that he was being interviewed by you I tried to get him to cancel it!” James shook his head in embarrassment, aware of how ridiculous he must have sounded. “He really tore into me when I finally explained what had happened. However, I never said that you were rotten or anything remotely like that. Although I did confess to being stunned at what had happened.”
“Having said that you can thank him and Rachel for my turning up here last night!”
“I thought as much!” James smirked. “I suspected that if Nick liked you he’d play match maker! And I knew he’d like you.”
“So, did you expect me to turn up then?”
“Kinda!”
“So why the hell where you in such a bad mood?”
“Because I knew as soon as I saw you my resolve would go out the window and I would just want to hold you in my arms and not let you go! I have never been in love before Amy, and the way you make me feel is the greatest and the worst sensation! I have next to no control when I’m around you and I’m not used to not being in control of things.”
“I feel that too.”
“Plus it’s all been so sudden, so we didn’t know a whole lot about one another before things got intense.”
“We have so much to learn still, don’t we?”
“We do, but we’ll do it together! We need to be honest with each other and talk a lot more about how we’re feeling.”
“And you need to ask people who they are!” You smiled and winked wickedly at him.
“Point taken!” he laughed, “Though my thinking you were someone else worked out quite well. If I had known it was you on the hunt for an interview, I probably wouldn’t have let you in!”
“You would have missed a damn fine massage!”
“I would have missed out on you,” solemnity returned to his voice. “I am glad I didn’t, despite the problems. I know we have a future together, Amy. Feeling this way about someone and being so affected by their pain is going to take some getting used to but on the other hand, you make me feel alive and give me a sense of purpose I’ve never known.”
The two of you smiled.
“James I am so sorry that I thought bad of you. I should not have allowed what happened in my other relationships to impinge on what we could have.”
“Oh, Amy!” Softly he brushed his face against yours. “We’re both guilty of doing that!”
“Umm,” a sigh escaped as James nuzzled at your neck and his stubble from not shaving grazed you, giving you a charge that ran through your whole body, making you quiver against him.
“Good?”
You cupped his face in your hands and nodded, unable to find the words. Then you stood up, took hold of his hands in yours and began to walk through to the lounge, guiding him to the sofa, which was still made up as a bed from the previous night.
“I think,” you said with a sultry voice and naughty smile, “that we should just spend the day chilling don’t you?”
“What kind of ‘chilling’ did you have in mind, huh?” James has mischief written all across his handsome, stubble covered face.
“Well, I vote we stock up with snacks, keep the doors locked, turn off the phone and just snuggle up here all day watching dvd’s, videos, bad day time tv and talking.”
“I think,” James sighed as he nibbled at your ear lobe, “that that, is a rather good idea.”
“Umm,” came the moan from your lips as you played with the hair at the nape of his neck, before separating from him and removing the shirt of his you had been wearing and climbed into the makeshift bed.
"I take it," he smiled, "That it's me who's getting the nibbles then?"
All you could do was nod and giggle like a schoolgirl as he then ran back into the kitchen and began raiding every cupboard and drawer, until his arms were overflowing with various snacks, which he placed before you on the coffee table. Then he went and collected some dvd's and placed one in the machine ready to play.
"Well done James!" And you threw the quilt back to invite him to get in.
"Sure I haven't forgotten anything?" he teased.
"Only you as far as I can tell."
"We'll see," and he laughed as he began to take off his top and shorts.
Just as he was about to get in you rolled your eyes at him, and said somewhat nervously, "phone?"
"I switched it off first thing this morning," and he winked at you in that mischievous way that he had, and then got under the quilt with you, cuddling you up to his body.
"I think it's gonna get hot in here," you smiled. "And you know what effect that wink of yours has on me."
"I think perhaps you had better show me!"
So, you did.

Shortly after 7pm you both decided you were hungry so James rang a local take-away that he often used to order something for you both. You decided to use the opportunity to check your mobile for messages and missed calls. You sat back down next to James and handed the phone to him so that he could see them for himself, and it was obvious from the expression on your face that you were less than happy.
James progressed through the text and voicemail messages, and his face was growing redder and redder by the minute. Redness caused by anger and frustration at what he was seeing and hearing.
He tossed the phone down on the floor in a fit of pique and stated with exasperation, “I especially like the one about ‘we have an opening for senior reporter but you have to prove to me your desire for it. An over night at a hotel I know would suffice’.”
“Well I can’t go on like this, James. No one should have to put up with this harassment.”
“Don’t worry, Amy. As Baldrick would say ‘I have a cunning plan’!”
“It’s all very well you laughing, but we all know what Baldricks’ plans were like”.
“Just don’t worry about it. Tonight is ours, don’t let him spoil it. Text him to say you’ll contact him from home tomorrow,” smiled James as he caressed your face. “Then concentrate on us, ok? And enjoying the rest of a wonderful day.”
“It has been good hasn’t it” you conceded.
“Spending the day together watching films, cuddling, watching more films and making love. I would say that’s a great day.”
“So, how long before the food gets here?” you asked light-heartedly as your fingers teased his chest.
“Not that long,” playfully he smacked your hand away and you then pretended to sulk. “But time enough for you to do that text.”
“I think I’d better let Rachel and Nicky know that we’re ok too, don’t you? After all they have threatened to turn up here if they don’t hear from me by 9pm” you waved the phone in front of him as a reminder.
“Point taken. We definitely do not want Wire and the wife turning up because we’d never bloody get rid of them,” laughed James warmly.
“There is another, far more important reason,” you state simply.
“Which is?”
“Obvious I would have thought.”
“Nope. You’ve got me there,” despite trying hard to keep a straight face, James was having trouble suppressing his giggles.
“I’m not exactly dressed for visitors am I? Not even wearing your shirt would be practical, and my dress has been in that machine so damn long it’s probably shrunk.”
“Not suitable for visitors perhaps, but a naked you is definitely what I need,” he had that roguish grin on his features again, the one that you adored so much. “Any way. If you’ve got no clothes that means that you have to stay here with me.”
“Baldrick, I recall you had a cunning plan!”
“I said that you’d say that you’d call him from home, not necessarily that you ‘would’ call him from home.”
You put your arms around him and hugged him close to you. “See, what did I tell you about Baldrick? You’re back tracking already.”
“I guess this means I’d best go check on your dress because I may have to beg Rachel for one of hers if I’ve ruined it huh?”
Damn those puppy dog eyes are adorable!
“Oh, I think it can wait another five minutes don’t you?” Your hands began to stroke his bum.
“You sure you wanna chance it?” His tongue was flicking across your neck.
“Why not? Besides I feel sure that there’s something far more interesting that we could be doing.”
“Now that I like the sound of,” he drawled.
“Umm,” you moaned, “ we could get the plates warm for the take out and get knives and forks out.”
“Why, You.” And before you knew what was happening James had you a bear hug and he was tickling all over your back and stomach, as well as giving you some of the most divine kisses ever.

The following day James contacted Sean, Nicky and Martin to go through his plans. After they had agreed and a time scale set, you then contacted Mike, via text, asking for him to call at your home. James was waiting just in case things got out of hand, but you arranged to send a text to Rachel who was waiting outside in her car, who would then come calling. You didn’t want to blow James’ cover.
You told Mike that the weekend after next would be ok, and you had picked the hotel and suite, albeit in his name. Mike had been thrilled, especially as this had been confirmed when he rang up. The room was booked for four days.
At 9pm, after almost two hours of Mikes’ very fake platitudes, he finally left, but only after Rachel had arrived pretending to be in a real mess because she and Nicky had split up. Luckily Mike was way too thick to get the sting.
As you waited for the sting to take place, the guys ran through the plan several times as best they could until the equipment arrived. You spent every night at James’ and he had actually made space for many of your clothes. As your nerves became more frazzled the nearer the weekend grew, the calmer James became. He was pleased the dirt bag (James words) was going to get what he deserved. He also made sure he spent, as much time with you as he could, though now he was fully mobile again, this wasn’t as much as previously because he had commitments to fulfil.
The important thing though was that every night the two of you curled up together in the same bed, cuddled, talked and made love. Each night just seemed to be better than the one before, and you both felt at one with each other. Often you would wake up and just watch as James slept with what appeared to be a smile across his face. You had also awoke on several occasions to find James watching you. Whilst he always pretended to be embarrassed to be caught out, he always enjoyed the consequence; no, you both did. It gave your love making a mischievous edge. Mischievous, light-hearted yet very passionate and heartfelt.
As you arrived at James’ the night before the plan would come to fruition, you were stunned by all of the flowers in his home, each one accompanied by a small card saying simply, ‘Amy, I love you.’ James had called you upstairs where he had a bath ready for you, along with a chilled bottle of wine, plates and cutlery, and a selection of your favourite films. He had also taken the trouble to order a take out for delivery in about 90 minutes. That night had been purely about you, and helping you to relax. James pushed nor asked for anything.

3.30pm next day and the taxi took you to the hotel. You had more than just butterflies in your stomach and kept trying to think of a way you could back out of this, yet you also knew that nothing bad was going to happen. The fact that Sean and Martin had agreed to assist had initially surprised you but Sean explained that that kind of behaviour was unacceptable, so of course they would support James and yourself. Since the plan had been discussed Sean, Martin and Rhian had become friends of yours and gradually you were becoming more involved in James world.
On arriving the receptionist tells you that ‘your partner’ is already in the room, prior to going up, you use your mobile to check that the guys and everything else is ready. Nicky tells you that they’re ok and just a couple of doors away, so you take a deep breath, and make your way to the room.
Hardly have you stepped through the door, when Mike starts spouting his rubbish at you. He’d known you’d see sense; known you’d fuck him to keep the job; he had known you secretly wanted him. He poured you a drink and then went to run you a bath.
Then he came back into the room and began to take off his clothes, “how many women has this worked with Mike?”
“What’s that Amy?”
“The threat that if they don’t have sex with you they will lose their jobs.”
“Well, actually I’ve lost count! It never fails though!”
You answer the knock on the door and James and Nicky walk in, James taking you in his arms, asking if you’re ok and giving you a big hug.
“It has now,” smiles Nicky as a couple of detectives make their way into the room.
As they read Mike his rights he is completely stunned and can only swear at you in disbelief.
“Oh I love you Bradfield!” you kiss him madly as you wrap your arms around each other.
“He’s gonna be mighty miffed when he realises they’re not real coppers!” sniggers Nicky.
“Ahhhh, but luckily his bosses are getting a copy of the video and the whole of the office have seen him via the web cam, so he isn’t going to have a leg to stand on,” says James as he hugs you even tighter.
Martin comes in and says hello and tells you and James that he has booked you both into the presidential suite for the rest of the weekend. Both of you look at him before you give Martin a hug and tell him a big thank you.

As you and James relax in the huge bed together after making love yet again, you sigh into his chest and whisper,” I love you James.”
“I love you too Amy,” and his fingers are playing in your hair.
“It was so kind of Martin to do this for us.”
“Yeah it was. But I guess it’s a two-way thing. I mean you know we use that other room regularly. It’s always booked out to us and Martin just tell them if we don’t need it, so they get good publicity, and we get privacy.”
“But this; the two of us. James I feel so good.”
“Glad of the case of mistaken identity?” and his lips met yours again as he pulled you back down into the bed “if it wasn’t for that, we would never have met.”
“If it wasn’t for that I would’ve missed so much. Not least meeting a man I truly love, and the best sex I’ve ever had. But do you know what?”
“What?” he asked as he shook his head.
“I would never have met such a great friend and confidante James, as you are. It took us a while to get talking properly but now I love it. Plus I’ve met the others and things are good with Rachel and Nicky and hopefully will be with Sean and Rhian.”
“We have got so much going for us.”
“We would have more if I had a job!”
“You still have one for as long as you choose to stay there. He can’t hurt you now.”
“You’re right. I have a job. It’s ok isn’t it?”
“Yes darling, it is,” and as his tongue licked on your neck and his teeth tenderly nibbled on you, his hand moved down between your legs and began stroking up and down your wetness making you sigh out loud.
“There is one thing though James,” you muttered heavy with lust as his manipulations started to drive you mad.
“What’s that gorgeous?” he whispered as his thumb found your clit and drew gentle circles around it before he slipped two fingers inside you.
“I never got my interview,” and you giggled at your own foolishness.
“No interview but,” he hesitated whilst his thumb increased the pressure on your clit making you raise your hips, “no other interviewer ever got this treatment before.”
“I’d say that that’s a fair exchange then.”
“Good,” he smiled wickedly before his mouth darted down and his tongue replaced his thumb.

THE END.

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