extracted a key and passed it to her. “A colleague at work has a place on the lake.”
“Oh. How nice. Have you been there before?”
“Yes, he had a party there one Christmas. It’s pretty basic, but it’s got a lovely view.”
She felt a wave of excitement. “This is such fun. Sex should always be like this.”
“It is always like this if you’re doing it right.”
She knew he’d meant it to be funny, but her heart gave a little jump at the thought that he’d felt this way when he’d had sex with other women. She’d told him she had no problem with him having other lovers. But still… She’d been unable to stop a smile breaking out on her face when she’d walked up to him in the car park. He’d come straight from school so he was still wearing his school clothes—while not exactly a suit and tie, his black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and smart dark grey pants made the blood rush in her veins. His hair was getting a little long on top, falling forward over one eyebrow. He was gorgeous. He would never be short of female company.
She looked out of the window, trying to act casual. “You always have this much fun?”
He was quiet for a moment. Then she felt him take her hand. When she glanced across at him, his eyes were full of amusement. “Are you fishing for compliments, Hillman?”
“I am female. We kind of like them.”
He laughed. “Fair enough. Okay, how about if I say you’re the best I’ve ever been with? Will that do?”
“Compliments, Rusty, not fantastical statements. We can tell the difference.”
“Clearly not.”
She snorted. “I’m not stupid—you don’t have to protect my fragile ego. I’m well aware you’ve been with some pretty hot girls.” She grinned at him. “How are you coping with only having sex once a week?”
“I might last about six seconds tonight, if you’re lucky.”
She giggled. “How often do you normally have sex?”
“Really, Faith.”
“What?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“It’s not like we’re dating. It’s called historical investigation. You should appreciate that.”
“I don’t, because it’s not, it’s called being nosy, and you’re not dragging me down that road. How would you like it if I told other women what it had been like with you?”
She shrugged and suppressed a twinge of unease at the thought of him sleeping with someone else when they finally finished their contract. That was none of her business. “I was just…inquisitive. Interested.”
“A.K.A. nosy.”
“If you say so. Anyway, you never answered my question. I need to know these things for my research. How often do you have sex?”
“As often as I can get it. Now be quiet, we’re nearly there.” He turned to the right down another road, and then left down a long drive. He threaded the car through the trees, eventually emerging in front of a long, low house perched on the edge of the lake.
Chapter Ten
“Oh, wow.” She was out even before he’d switched off the engine. The house was beautifully private, surrounded by bush and overlooking the vast lake, which glittered bright blue in the late afternoon sun.
“Nice, huh?” He led her over to the house. It had double sliding doors leading onto the large decking, which faced north to catch the sun all day.
He let them in and she wandered around, seeing the open-plan kitchen off the living room and the two bedrooms, small, but neat and clean. She came back into the living room to see him placing the cooler on the work surface, her night case in his other hand. He handed it to her, smiling. “Does the house meet with your approval?”
“Very much so.”
“Good. Now, I want you to go and unpack. And don’t come out until I call you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because I said so.” When she didn’t move, he ushered her into the bedroom.
“I’m not one of your schoolgirls,” she protested.
“Faith, for God’s sake, I don’t need any more provocation. I told
“Oh. How nice. Have you been there before?”
“Yes, he had a party there one Christmas. It’s pretty basic, but it’s got a lovely view.”
She felt a wave of excitement. “This is such fun. Sex should always be like this.”
“It is always like this if you’re doing it right.”
She knew he’d meant it to be funny, but her heart gave a little jump at the thought that he’d felt this way when he’d had sex with other women. She’d told him she had no problem with him having other lovers. But still… She’d been unable to stop a smile breaking out on her face when she’d walked up to him in the car park. He’d come straight from school so he was still wearing his school clothes—while not exactly a suit and tie, his black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and smart dark grey pants made the blood rush in her veins. His hair was getting a little long on top, falling forward over one eyebrow. He was gorgeous. He would never be short of female company.
She looked out of the window, trying to act casual. “You always have this much fun?”
He was quiet for a moment. Then she felt him take her hand. When she glanced across at him, his eyes were full of amusement. “Are you fishing for compliments, Hillman?”
“I am female. We kind of like them.”
He laughed. “Fair enough. Okay, how about if I say you’re the best I’ve ever been with? Will that do?”
“Compliments, Rusty, not fantastical statements. We can tell the difference.”
“Clearly not.”
She snorted. “I’m not stupid—you don’t have to protect my fragile ego. I’m well aware you’ve been with some pretty hot girls.” She grinned at him. “How are you coping with only having sex once a week?”
“I might last about six seconds tonight, if you’re lucky.”
She giggled. “How often do you normally have sex?”
“Really, Faith.”
“What?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“It’s not like we’re dating. It’s called historical investigation. You should appreciate that.”
“I don’t, because it’s not, it’s called being nosy, and you’re not dragging me down that road. How would you like it if I told other women what it had been like with you?”
She shrugged and suppressed a twinge of unease at the thought of him sleeping with someone else when they finally finished their contract. That was none of her business. “I was just…inquisitive. Interested.”
“A.K.A. nosy.”
“If you say so. Anyway, you never answered my question. I need to know these things for my research. How often do you have sex?”
“As often as I can get it. Now be quiet, we’re nearly there.” He turned to the right down another road, and then left down a long drive. He threaded the car through the trees, eventually emerging in front of a long, low house perched on the edge of the lake.
Chapter Ten
“Oh, wow.” She was out even before he’d switched off the engine. The house was beautifully private, surrounded by bush and overlooking the vast lake, which glittered bright blue in the late afternoon sun.
“Nice, huh?” He led her over to the house. It had double sliding doors leading onto the large decking, which faced north to catch the sun all day.
He let them in and she wandered around, seeing the open-plan kitchen off the living room and the two bedrooms, small, but neat and clean. She came back into the living room to see him placing the cooler on the work surface, her night case in his other hand. He handed it to her, smiling. “Does the house meet with your approval?”
“Very much so.”
“Good. Now, I want you to go and unpack. And don’t come out until I call you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because I said so.” When she didn’t move, he ushered her into the bedroom.
“I’m not one of your schoolgirls,” she protested.
“Faith, for God’s sake, I don’t need any more provocation. I told
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