Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 49

Anders Point of View

I navigate Josie towards my home, even my car breaking down could not halt how excited I feel about the next few days. Today had been a great day, and I realised that I have, for years, thrown myself headfirst into work and building my business, never taking the time to truly kick back and have some fun. The realisation that I needed more balance in my life hit me, all work and no play made Anders a dull boy. Even though Lucy is a new employee I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can trust her to oversee everything tomorrow and spend the day relaxing with my feisty firefighter.

"Just up here on the left, the white house," I tell Josie as she nods and indicates.

I pull out my key fob and hit the button to open the large black iron gates.

"Posh bastard." Josie laughs as she sees the gates opening up for her.

I chuckle at her, I love how she can banter with me, mostly my 'friends' are not really friends, just work colleagues and clients, sometimes other business owners. It was rare that any would have a laugh and joke with me. Other than Brian from Newcastle and Gateshead Publishing, he was a crazy assed Geordie who didn't care who he was talking to, or what he said.

I did not keep in touch with any childhood friends, we all went on different paths, mine into legitimate business ventures, most of them, like my brothers, into other types of business ventures, that had quite a lot of them now residing at her Majesty's pleasure. The wheels of the car crunch against the gravel on the driveway, as Josie brings the car to a halt outside the front door.

"Is here okay?" she asks.

"Yeah, fine. Wait there." I smile, jumping out the car and heading round to the boot, to retrieve her bag for her.

The boot opens, and I grab her bag, then walk to her door, opening it for her.

"Now, you can get out." I grin at her.

Josie lifts her head up at me shaking it slightly.

"I can open my own door you know." She laughs.

"I know you can, but when you are with me, you never do it." I shrug.

Okay, so I may have been searching Google to see how to treat a woman who means a lot to you, and one of the things that came up on the search was to open car doors, in fact any door, for them.

Taking her hand, I help her out of the car, then walk her to the front door, opening it, and letting her go in before me. See; got to love a Google search. Josie smiles as she walks into the hallway, her eyes looking everywhere. "s**t, you could fit my house in your hallway," she exclaims.

"Not quite, but yes, it is big, and ostentatious," I agree, looking at my home in the cold light of day.

It is like a show home, one you would find in the pages of a glossy magazine, where the rich and famous have reporters in, to show off their houses. As I look around, I realise it is a house, it is not a home, no personal touches other than the various business awards I have received. Not even a photograph on the walls, instead expensive pieces of art.

Josie's place is warmer, cosier, she has pictures from her childhood on the walls, framed photos of her on nights out with family and friends, dotted around the place. Little knickknacks that she has collected over the years, yeah, for all my house is large, and perfect for pictures in glossy magazines, I think I prefer her home to my house.

"It is beautiful." Josie smiles looking around.

"Yeah, but it lacks the personal touches required to make it a home. Something I did not realise until I came to your house." I shrug.

Josie gives me a soft smile, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Come on, let's get your stuff in the bedroom, then I will make us some food." I smile at her.

I want her stripped naked on my bed, but for all our playing at the family fun day, I want to show her that she means something to me, more than just s*x. Good grief I am going soft!

I lead Josie up to the bedroom, opening the door for her, upon seeing the large, white, four-poster bed she turns and looks at me a mischievous look in her eye.

"Ooo, four posts." She grins and winks.

"Yeah, four posts," I groan out, trying like hell to remember why I have not got her stripped naked and tied to them yet... oh yeah, I want to show her respect.

Turning to the large chest-of-draws I open the top two.

"I have emptied these for you,... well, when I say I did, my housekeeper did. Also, there is plenty of space in the walk-in closet." I smile at her opening the white double doors to what was once a small bedroom or study, that I had kitted out to match some famous person or others walk in closet.

"I am only here four days." Josie laughs at the amount of space I have provided for her.

"I know, but maybe you want to leave some stuff for next time. Oh, and before I forget again, there is a black-tie chamber event on Tuesday, I was hoping you would be my date." I smile at her.

"Black tie, I haven't brought a dress. I will need to head home and get one," she states.

"No need, I may or may not have already ordered you one." I smile, then walk into the closet, and take the long clothes bag from the rail, opening it up for her.

Josie's eyes go wide, as she looks at the pale blue evening dress, her fingers trailing the soft satin fabric.

"Wow, this is gorgeous," she whispers, the first time I have seen her impressed with something that is expensive.

"I hope it fits, and you like it. If not, I can get you something else. The shoes and bag to match are just there," I tell her, pointing to the place under the counter at the white, open-toe, strappy sandals that cost a small fortune. Looking at them, Josie turns to me.

"These cost a fortune; they are Jimmy Choo," she states in some shock. Then lets out a giggle. "Twinkles Mrs. will be jealous."

I don't know why she said that, and do not ask, I just enjoy her reaction. I was not sure when I ordered the outfit, if she would take offence, but she looks happy, her beautiful face lighting up with joy.

I take out a fresh dry t-shirt from my pile, pulling off the wet one throwing it into the laundry basket. Josie stares at me, unconsciously licking her lips. I cannot stop the chuckle that reverberates in my throat, then pick up another t-shirt, and throw it to her. "Here, I know it is hot, but you will catch a cold if you stay in that wet top."

Josie grins, then pulls off her white, fire fighters polo shirt, placing it in the hamper on top of mine. I can see the outline of those beautiful, pierced n*s protruding through the lace of her bra, and instantly my length goes from half-chub to full-mast. It was my turn to lick my lips, as I watch her pull on the grey t-shirt that fits her like a dress.

There is just something about seeing her in my top, it does unspeakable things to my body, almost like I have laid my claim on her.

"It's a bit big." Josie laughs.

"It's damn-well perfect," I tell her with a low growl.

I grab hold of her small waist and pull her flush against my body, now I can feel her ns against my chest as they poke at me. My lips find hers, but rather than crash them against hers, I give her a soft gentle kiss that is slow and sensual, taking my time to enjoy the taste of her mouth. Josie lets out a small whimper and I push my bulging groin towards her. fk, she is perfect in every way possible. Reluctantly, I break the kiss, wanting to take my time, to enjoy this night, and the build-up of s*l tension.

"You unpack, I will go down and make us some food. Well, when I say I will make it, my housekeeper made it, but I am an expert at heating it up." I grin down at her as she shakes her head giggling at me.

"A man of many talents." Josie laughs, as she moves to her bag and begins to unpack her things.

"I will be in the kitchen. It is down the stairs then turn to the left third door along," I tell her.

"s**t, will I need a map?" Josie quips back at me.

I let out a chuckle, then head out the door before I forget once more that tonight is going to be a slow-burn, rather than the undiluted-passion we had in the changing room, and the few moments in the fire van earlier today. Heading into the kitchen, I grab the lasagne out of the fridge, the note on the top making me chuckle.

'Do not microwave, heat at 180 degrees for twenty to twenty-five minutes, the salad is prepared. Mrs Coin.

I turn on the oven, then place the lasagne on the shelf, then tell 'Alexa' to set a twenty-minute timer. Then go and grab the cutlery from the draw and set two places at the large farmhouse style kitchen table.

Josie walks into the kitchen, her hair now hanging down, still damp off the water stock game. f**k, even like this she totally takes my breath away from me. Gorgeous is not a big enough word to describe her. "Red or white wine?" I ask.

"Whichever, what are we eating?" she asks with a smile.

"Mrs. Coins, Cleadon Village famous, lasagne with side salad." I grin at her.

"Red then please." Josie smiles.

I grab a bottle of red, and remove the cork setting it on the table, to allow it to breathe.

"Can I help?" she asks.

"Nope, I got this, you sit down and relax, you have been on the go all day." I smile at her.

Nodding, Josie takes a seat at the table, as I go get some wine glasses out of the long unit that spans the length of the kitchen.

"I thought we could sit in here rather than the formal dining room." I tell her.

"Yeah, it is a nice kitchen, huge, but nice." She laughs.

"Is huge a problem for you?" I grin at her.

"Oh no, some things are better bigger." Josie giggles then winks at me.

"You are a little minx," I groan, adjusting the large bulge in my shorts.

'Alexa' tells me it is time to check the food, and I go back to the oven, and check the temperature, happy, I take it out, and place in the centre of the table, then go and get the prepared salad bowl, placing it along side it. Grabbing the wine, I pour us both a glass then sit down opposite her.

"Dig in." I smile.

Josie takes a mouthful of the lasagne making a little moan, s**t, she is not making the fact I want to take tonight slow easy for me.

"This is really good. You have mad reheating skills." She smiles, as she takes another fork full and pops it in her mouth.

"Yes, Mrs. Coin is a great cook, to be honest, she is an amazing housekeeper." I agree.

"I can see. There is not a thing out of place. I do my housework once a week on one of my days off." Josie shrugs.

"Well, you are busy, and I like your house, it feels more like a home than this place." I say looking around wondering what I can do to it to make it more homely.

Josie smiles as she takes a drink of her wine.

We chat away, like we have known each other all of our lives, as we sit and eat, finishing off the whole bottle of wine. Josie giggles slightly as she stands up.

"s**t, I did not realise I had so much to drink. Pints no problem, a few glasses of wine and I am three sheets to the wind." She laughs.

She gets up and begins to move the plates to the sink.

"Leave that, Mrs. Coin will do it in the morning," I tell her.

"Oh, okay, well at least let me put them in water to soak," she tells me.

I know now to pick my battles with my feisty girl, so agree, and gather the rest of the dishes and place them in the sink.

Finished Josie turns to me with a smile.

"So, what now?" she asks.

My restraint is gone, so I grab her up into my arms, then attempt a fireman's lift, only for Josie to laugh and say I have done it wrong, but I still stomp forwards, taking her up the stairs, and into my bedroom. "Now, we have a shower, and I tie you to this bed," I growl at her, as she grins up at me and nods her head.

"I think I can manage that," she sasses at me, then climbs up and looks around.

"Just need a map to the bathroom!" She laughs.

Picking her up in my arms, I carry her bridal style this time, and head into the bathroom, ready for this night to really begin.