Clarkson and May

Chapter 2

"Jeremy! You oblivious oaf. " I nudged him with the beer I was holding out. He finally snapped out of his stupor to take the drink. "Where's your head at, mate?" I asked before noticing the blonde beauty across the room. It was too easy to read his mind anymore.

The beer was icy and bitter, matching my general disposition as of late. The fracas had left a bad taste in my mouth for a lot of things, the BBC, management and the press, just to name a few. I've grown tired of living my life under constant scrutiny. Just once I want to step out of the cookie cutter image I'd been written into for so many years.

I took to watching the ladies Jeremy was interested in. Beautiful, they surely were, but interested in two overweight, greying, middle aged men? I chuckled ruefully to myself. I highly doubt they were anything more than fans of the show, here to swoon after the heartthrob, Richard Hammond. But I did enjoy watching them.....all curves in all the right places.....quite lovely.

The blonde every so often would look up and make eyes at Jeremy. He was eating it up, heartily returning her every glance. She said something....mouthing the words silently...I didn't make out what it was but both the girls were smiling, blushing and waiting for our reaction. I looked to Jeremy, but he hadn't understood her either.

"Don't tell me you're into the same one I'm watching?" Clarkson demanded.

"The brunette with the legs that go on for miles...now that's nice." I informed him "But if I know you, and I'd like to think I do....you're after the blonde in that tight frock and heels"

Clarkson's face broke into a grin. I had guessed the state of things correctly.  This also served  to garner their full attention.  I was more than content to just watch them. The move was going to be theirs to make, I'm not the kind to chase a skirt, but Jeremy? Jeremy had his radar honed in on her already and now the chase was on. This is a game he enjoyed playing, and seemed to play increasingly well since his divorce from Frances.  If he wanted a woman, he'd do anything in his power to land her in his bed.

Suddenly the blonde turned an started to walk away, watching Jeremy as she went. Like a bloodhound on the trail he was going to follow. I rolled my eyes and off he went. I tossed back the end of another beer.

As I stood up stretching, contemplating wether or not I was ready to head into the kitchen for another drink. I looked up to  see the brunette approaching with a fresh beer.  I couldn't help but let my gaze follow her legs up from the floor to her rounded hips, her ample chest, and long pretty hair. My eyes finally locked into hers. Green; that wasn't what I had expected. Beautiful green eyes.

"Hullo" I managed with a small smile.

"You looked like you could use another round." She said softly, almost shyly handing me the beer.

I took the offered beer and meant to introduce myself, but she cut me short, already knowing me by name.  I shook her hand. Secretly I regretted the awkward formality of the gesture. She was striking, and easy to talk to. I had to make an effort to disguise my growing sense of interest from becoming evident in the front of my jeans.

Conversation was nice. She was beautiful and intelligent, with a quick wit and sharp tongue. I couldn't help but enjoy her. Her friend, the blonde, soon returned handing her another drink. Jeremy followed behind her like a puppy, but at least he brought me another beer too.  I made introductions, but Jeremy & her friend were in their own little world.  A fact that I didn't really mind...I just wanted more of the beauty beside me.  Her lingering glances and seductive smiles at me had my mind turning over the possibilities. Hammond may have had this figured out alright. She was just what I was craving tonight.

I decided to wander out on the patio for smoke. The alcohol was talking hold and I was getting more brazen by the minute. I invited her to join me. I took her hand and navigated the crowds; I didn't want to risk losing her. Hammond caught sight of this, I could see his huge cheeky grin. Thank god he wasn't close enough for comment.

The night was cool, I lit up, drawing the nicotine into my lungs.  The alcohol had seemed to relax her too. Our conversation turned flirtatious with occasional double entendres. I couldn't help but entertain stray thoughts of taking her to bed.

My thoughts must have crossed my face for an unguarded moment. "Penny for your thoughts, Mr. May" she purred at me. I blushed hotly. She was standing close enough I could smell her perfume. Sweet and a bit spicy, just like her personality. 

"Mr May? That's a bit formal isn't it?" I asked. God, did she know what her submissive nature was doing to me? 

"Is it now?" She raised an eyebrow at me. "Complaining? Here I thought you liked that."

"Bloody hell...if you only knew!" I muttered. I finished the cigarette and ground it out on the concrete.

"Show me..." She invited her green eyes blazing. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I wanted her in the worst way.

I put my hands on the wall behind her head bringing my face to writhing an inch of hers. "With pleasure." My voice barely above a whisper as my mouth closed onto hers. Her lips were sweet and needy. It bit gently at her bottom lip, making her draw a quick breath. Two can play this game, and I liked to be in charge.