mysteriously adjusted my volume
switch. It was inexplicable, but it always happened.
“Is Harry coming up soon?” she
quizzed pulling an innocent face that I recognised from experience to mean the
complete opposite of what she intended.
“Harry?” I stared at her raising
my eyebrows “Really Joy?” I asked surprised, I hadn’t seen this one coming.
They had been friends through me since we were kids and I had never picked up
on any romantic interest from Joy.
Harry had followed her around
like a puppy dog when we were young and took every opportunity a ten year old
can to pick a fight with Jon. I hadn’t realised the attraction was mutual. “ Mmmm yes,” she nodded enthusiastically.
“I’ll let you know,” I nudged her, laughing as
we finished our drinks and made our way out into the cold night for a taxi
home.
We were still singing a terrible
rendition of Britney as the cab pulled up the drive and I stumbled getting out,
almost falling as my heels caught in the gravel. “Be careful,” Joy slurred,
pointing her finger and laughing. “And don’t forget to let me know about
Harry,” she winked, giggling as I shut the car door and fumbled in my bag for a
key.
After dropping them several
times, I somehow managed to unlock the door. The house was in complete darkness
and staggering slightly from the porch into the room, I noticed that the fire
was blazing. Steadying myself against the frame I looked up slowly to see a
familiar figure lounging casually in the fireside chair, his stunning features
illuminated by the orange glow, pinning me to the spot as he raked his gaze
slowly over me from top to toe, his expression bemused.
“Sam” I gasped quietly. “What are
you doing here?” and a puzzled look crossed his face as he rose, striding
towards me and pulling a piece paper from the pocket of his faded jeans which
were hanging dangerously low on those gorgeous hips.
“I got your note, Rose. It said
come as soon as you get back,” he said firmly. I looked up to meet his gaze and I was smiling but his mouth was set and
he didn’t smile back. Shit. Was he
still mad about Daniel?
“I’m sorry, Sam,” my slurring words coming all
too quickly. “I didn’t know Daniel was coming, I let him stay but only because
he pleaded that he couldn’t drive home, he slept on the chair. I didn’t sleep
with him, Sam, honestly. I need you to know that. I don’t want Daniel Bowman”.
He leaned in, his blue eyes black
and his gaze hooded. “I know, Rose” he whispered, my body igniting under his
touch as he slid his hand firmly around my waist and I drank in the musky scent
I had missed so much. “Come on,” he said guiding me to the chair by the fire.
“Sit”. I was craving his closeness, his touch, his kiss as he walked away,
returning moments later with some paracetamol and a
glass of water. “Take these and drink this,” he said, pulling his chair
directly opposite mine. I did as I was told and he took the glass back from my
unsteady hands.
“Where have you been?” I asked
eventually, hoping that I would get more than the usual fob off.
“Something came up,” he replied,
lifting his eyes to mine as he took my legs, pulling them onto his lap, slowly
removing my shoes and massaging my feet that were tired from dancing. It was
heavenly but he wasn’t going to distract me that easily.
“What came up?” I continued, emboldened by the
alcohol to get some answers.
“I had meetings with my lawyers,” he gazed at me,
kneading his fingers into my aching soles. Ah, we were getting somewhere.
“About what?” I asked
and a small smile tickled the side of his mouth as his hands moved up my legs
gently stroking my calves.
“I like this dress,” he purred smoothly and my
breath hitched. His touch was delicious but I wasn’t about to be deterred.
“About what?” I asked again.
“Stuff,” he said gently, moving
his hands to stroke my thighs. Oh my God, his fingers felt
switch. It was inexplicable, but it always happened.
“Is Harry coming up soon?” she
quizzed pulling an innocent face that I recognised from experience to mean the
complete opposite of what she intended.
“Harry?” I stared at her raising
my eyebrows “Really Joy?” I asked surprised, I hadn’t seen this one coming.
They had been friends through me since we were kids and I had never picked up
on any romantic interest from Joy.
Harry had followed her around
like a puppy dog when we were young and took every opportunity a ten year old
can to pick a fight with Jon. I hadn’t realised the attraction was mutual. “ Mmmm yes,” she nodded enthusiastically.
“I’ll let you know,” I nudged her, laughing as
we finished our drinks and made our way out into the cold night for a taxi
home.
We were still singing a terrible
rendition of Britney as the cab pulled up the drive and I stumbled getting out,
almost falling as my heels caught in the gravel. “Be careful,” Joy slurred,
pointing her finger and laughing. “And don’t forget to let me know about
Harry,” she winked, giggling as I shut the car door and fumbled in my bag for a
key.
After dropping them several
times, I somehow managed to unlock the door. The house was in complete darkness
and staggering slightly from the porch into the room, I noticed that the fire
was blazing. Steadying myself against the frame I looked up slowly to see a
familiar figure lounging casually in the fireside chair, his stunning features
illuminated by the orange glow, pinning me to the spot as he raked his gaze
slowly over me from top to toe, his expression bemused.
“Sam” I gasped quietly. “What are
you doing here?” and a puzzled look crossed his face as he rose, striding
towards me and pulling a piece paper from the pocket of his faded jeans which
were hanging dangerously low on those gorgeous hips.
“I got your note, Rose. It said
come as soon as you get back,” he said firmly. I looked up to meet his gaze and I was smiling but his mouth was set and
he didn’t smile back. Shit. Was he
still mad about Daniel?
“I’m sorry, Sam,” my slurring words coming all
too quickly. “I didn’t know Daniel was coming, I let him stay but only because
he pleaded that he couldn’t drive home, he slept on the chair. I didn’t sleep
with him, Sam, honestly. I need you to know that. I don’t want Daniel Bowman”.
He leaned in, his blue eyes black
and his gaze hooded. “I know, Rose” he whispered, my body igniting under his
touch as he slid his hand firmly around my waist and I drank in the musky scent
I had missed so much. “Come on,” he said guiding me to the chair by the fire.
“Sit”. I was craving his closeness, his touch, his kiss as he walked away,
returning moments later with some paracetamol and a
glass of water. “Take these and drink this,” he said, pulling his chair
directly opposite mine. I did as I was told and he took the glass back from my
unsteady hands.
“Where have you been?” I asked
eventually, hoping that I would get more than the usual fob off.
“Something came up,” he replied,
lifting his eyes to mine as he took my legs, pulling them onto his lap, slowly
removing my shoes and massaging my feet that were tired from dancing. It was
heavenly but he wasn’t going to distract me that easily.
“What came up?” I continued, emboldened by the
alcohol to get some answers.
“I had meetings with my lawyers,” he gazed at me,
kneading his fingers into my aching soles. Ah, we were getting somewhere.
“About what?” I asked
and a small smile tickled the side of his mouth as his hands moved up my legs
gently stroking my calves.
“I like this dress,” he purred smoothly and my
breath hitched. His touch was delicious but I wasn’t about to be deterred.
“About what?” I asked again.
“Stuff,” he said gently, moving
his hands to stroke my thighs. Oh my God, his fingers felt
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