shrug. ‘And only
then
do I get to see what you’ve just shown me.’
‘You were the one who suggested it,’ I point out.
‘Yes, I know. I can’t help but admit that I’ve been admiring you in the library since I got here, and I did sort of ask you out yesterday.’ He frowns again, but it’s not crossness. It’s more a strangely sad, wistful expression. ‘But now I’m wondering whether it’s best not to complicate a good working relationship. Especially as I’ll be gone before long, back to London. And …’ He pauses, sighing gustily again. ‘Well, I don’t know how to say this without sounding supremely arrogant and conceited and full of myself …’
‘Try me.’
‘The thing is … I’m not looking for a relationship right at the moment. I can only offer a, well, I suppose you might call it a “fling”.’ His handsome face works as if he’s grasping at a way to express himself – which is downright peculiar in someone who’s an acknowledged communicator. ‘But that’s not because of anything lacking in you. You’re lovely. You’re delightful. A dazzling woman. It’s just I’m simply not a good prospect for anything long term. It wouldn’t be fair to you.’
Suddenly he looks almost distraught and, despite the fact that my heart flutters foolishly at words like ‘lovely’ and ‘delightful’ and ‘dazzling’, and that my body is still on red alert, wanting him so hard it hurts, I feel suddenly worried for him and curious to know what the deep trouble is that’s bugging him. Because there
is
something. Every nurturing instinct in me screams so.
‘Like I said, this doesn’t mean we’re engaged or anything.’ Feeling daring, I pat my crotch in the general direction of my pussy. ‘And I’m not sure I want to give up this thing with Nemesis just yet.’ I expect a reaction to that, but he doesn’t bat an eyelid. ‘But maybe we could get to know each other a little better while you’re here. Nothing heavy, just fun. Maybe see each other. Maybe a bit of sex? Pursue this, this dalliance with Nemesis together somehow?’ His face brightens. He clearly likes the idea. ‘No declarations of undying love or commitment, just a temporary arrangement. Like you say, a bit of a fling. No strings. No ties. But no inhibitions either.’
I don’t know what the hell’s got into me, but bloody hell, I think I like it!
‘You’re a remarkable woman, Gwendolynne,’ Daniel says softly, his face a complex tapestry of emotion. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you. Anyone so … so adaptable. So brave and also slightly crazy.’
‘Thanks … I think.’
‘No, believe me, it’s a compliment. I
love
adaptable and brave and crazy.’ He gets up and comes towards me. He’s still amazingly hard. ‘You’re a beautiful woman, too. Your body is sensational.’
‘Get away with you. I’m just a fat provincial librarian.’
I’m trembling though. And despite my bravado, I don’t know what to do. How fast does one usually progress in the case of temporary-arrangement-type flings? I suppose we could start by kissing again, but the way he’s standing in front of me, almost flaunting himself … well, I suddenly just want to see his cock. That would be something really naughty to tell Nemesis about next time we chat. Something that I can pretend is just a fantasy, but which I can laugh to myself about because I know it’s real.
But if Daniel
is
Nemesis, he’ll know that already, of course. This is so complicated, but I love it, I love it!
His mouth twists slightly, as if he knows my every thought.
So, you think I’m brave and slightly crazy then, do you, Professor McHotstuff who just might be Nemesis? Well, watch this!
Before he can stop me, I reach for the belt on his jeans, grab it by the buckle and pull him towards me. Trying not to fumble, I unfasten his belt as fast as I can, whizz down his zip and reach inside.
Daniel gasps, then goes with the flow, reaching out and
then
do I get to see what you’ve just shown me.’
‘You were the one who suggested it,’ I point out.
‘Yes, I know. I can’t help but admit that I’ve been admiring you in the library since I got here, and I did sort of ask you out yesterday.’ He frowns again, but it’s not crossness. It’s more a strangely sad, wistful expression. ‘But now I’m wondering whether it’s best not to complicate a good working relationship. Especially as I’ll be gone before long, back to London. And …’ He pauses, sighing gustily again. ‘Well, I don’t know how to say this without sounding supremely arrogant and conceited and full of myself …’
‘Try me.’
‘The thing is … I’m not looking for a relationship right at the moment. I can only offer a, well, I suppose you might call it a “fling”.’ His handsome face works as if he’s grasping at a way to express himself – which is downright peculiar in someone who’s an acknowledged communicator. ‘But that’s not because of anything lacking in you. You’re lovely. You’re delightful. A dazzling woman. It’s just I’m simply not a good prospect for anything long term. It wouldn’t be fair to you.’
Suddenly he looks almost distraught and, despite the fact that my heart flutters foolishly at words like ‘lovely’ and ‘delightful’ and ‘dazzling’, and that my body is still on red alert, wanting him so hard it hurts, I feel suddenly worried for him and curious to know what the deep trouble is that’s bugging him. Because there
is
something. Every nurturing instinct in me screams so.
‘Like I said, this doesn’t mean we’re engaged or anything.’ Feeling daring, I pat my crotch in the general direction of my pussy. ‘And I’m not sure I want to give up this thing with Nemesis just yet.’ I expect a reaction to that, but he doesn’t bat an eyelid. ‘But maybe we could get to know each other a little better while you’re here. Nothing heavy, just fun. Maybe see each other. Maybe a bit of sex? Pursue this, this dalliance with Nemesis together somehow?’ His face brightens. He clearly likes the idea. ‘No declarations of undying love or commitment, just a temporary arrangement. Like you say, a bit of a fling. No strings. No ties. But no inhibitions either.’
I don’t know what the hell’s got into me, but bloody hell, I think I like it!
‘You’re a remarkable woman, Gwendolynne,’ Daniel says softly, his face a complex tapestry of emotion. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you. Anyone so … so adaptable. So brave and also slightly crazy.’
‘Thanks … I think.’
‘No, believe me, it’s a compliment. I
love
adaptable and brave and crazy.’ He gets up and comes towards me. He’s still amazingly hard. ‘You’re a beautiful woman, too. Your body is sensational.’
‘Get away with you. I’m just a fat provincial librarian.’
I’m trembling though. And despite my bravado, I don’t know what to do. How fast does one usually progress in the case of temporary-arrangement-type flings? I suppose we could start by kissing again, but the way he’s standing in front of me, almost flaunting himself … well, I suddenly just want to see his cock. That would be something really naughty to tell Nemesis about next time we chat. Something that I can pretend is just a fantasy, but which I can laugh to myself about because I know it’s real.
But if Daniel
is
Nemesis, he’ll know that already, of course. This is so complicated, but I love it, I love it!
His mouth twists slightly, as if he knows my every thought.
So, you think I’m brave and slightly crazy then, do you, Professor McHotstuff who just might be Nemesis? Well, watch this!
Before he can stop me, I reach for the belt on his jeans, grab it by the buckle and pull him towards me. Trying not to fumble, I unfasten his belt as fast as I can, whizz down his zip and reach inside.
Daniel gasps, then goes with the flow, reaching out and
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