what’s coming do you? I’m going to seduce you right
into my bed; you won’t know what hit you.
And now she
was here with him again. Michael had known almost immediately that
very first time they had met that he had to have her. She was sexy,
alluring, tempting and now almost every time he thought about her
any time of the day or night it made him hard and he knew that once
would simply not be enough. She had started a fire in him and he
knew it burned in her too, but she had these stupid rules about
cars and not being too risqué in public - it drove him crazy.
So after many
emails and texts, Michael had told her in the strongest terms that
it was time for them to meet again. Some men were frightened to
make the first move, perhaps they were reluctant to show their
interest or maybe they feared their advances would be rejected- but
not Michael. He didn’t hesitate - was sure of himself and anyway,
he wanted her and he wouldn’t wait.
For Gabriella,
he was just so damned hot and the things he said just ignited a
passion in her. She fought to control her body and its reaction to
him, causing a small shiver to run through her when she thought
about him but she couldn’t and wouldn’t make it too easy for him.
She was no push over and he would have to do a whole lot better
than car sex if he wanted her. But she had decided to meet him
again – she loved their banter and their flirting and she
absolutely longed for him to see through her, but she could only
hint at what she wanted; he would have to make the running and make
it happen.
They talked,
they laughed and continued to flirt outrageously and it was obvious
they had something going on. He was intelligent, friendly, playful
even, careful to talk about everyday things like travel and music
but, wherever possible, he always seemed to bring the conversation
back to sex. But, if he went on too long without some reference to
fantasy or seduction, she knew that she had to get it back into the
conversation and so there was always something new to discover
about each other.
‘Do you like
surprises?’ he suddenly asked her.
‘Oh God yes, I
love surprises,’ she said, ‘as long as they are good surprises of
course.’
‘And do you
trust me?’ he asked.
‘Err,’ she
hesitated, ‘in what respect?’
‘Just that, do
you trust me? Do you trust me enough to know that I am not going to
hurt you or do anything that you don’t want me to?’
‘Okay, this is
sounding very ominous,’ she said, ‘what do you have in mind?’
‘If I told you
it would spoil the surprise,’ he replied laughing.
‘Okay well
give me a clue then,’ she persisted.
‘I want to
take you to a place that I know. I think it’s perfect,’ he
said.
‘Perfect for
what,’ she said.
‘Perfect for
your surprise of course,’ he said.
And now she
laughed.
‘Come on,
humour me, you know you want to,’ he said, ‘you know that you want
me and hell woman you must know by now that I want you. So don’t
worry, you trust me right? You’ll like it.
Wear something
smart and sexy, you know dress to thrill. What am I saying, the way
you dress always thrills me.’
They arranged
to meet at The Jam, a small bistro now literally jammed
packed with people drinking and talking. Michael was leaning on the
bar but moved towards her as she arrived and pulled her into his
arms and kissed her passionately. No one around them seemed to
notice. Most of the tables were taken or had reserved signs on
them, but he took her hand and steered her to a table near the
back. A waitress came over immediately and set down a carafe of red
wine and two glasses and lit the small candle in the centre of the
table.
‘You look
lovely,’ he said, pouring the wine, ‘I love your dress - does it
button all the way down the front?’
‘Thanks, yes
it does,’ she said, ‘and you look pretty good yourself. I do like a
man in a proper shirt,
into my bed; you won’t know what hit you.
And now she
was here with him again. Michael had known almost immediately that
very first time they had met that he had to have her. She was sexy,
alluring, tempting and now almost every time he thought about her
any time of the day or night it made him hard and he knew that once
would simply not be enough. She had started a fire in him and he
knew it burned in her too, but she had these stupid rules about
cars and not being too risqué in public - it drove him crazy.
So after many
emails and texts, Michael had told her in the strongest terms that
it was time for them to meet again. Some men were frightened to
make the first move, perhaps they were reluctant to show their
interest or maybe they feared their advances would be rejected- but
not Michael. He didn’t hesitate - was sure of himself and anyway,
he wanted her and he wouldn’t wait.
For Gabriella,
he was just so damned hot and the things he said just ignited a
passion in her. She fought to control her body and its reaction to
him, causing a small shiver to run through her when she thought
about him but she couldn’t and wouldn’t make it too easy for him.
She was no push over and he would have to do a whole lot better
than car sex if he wanted her. But she had decided to meet him
again – she loved their banter and their flirting and she
absolutely longed for him to see through her, but she could only
hint at what she wanted; he would have to make the running and make
it happen.
They talked,
they laughed and continued to flirt outrageously and it was obvious
they had something going on. He was intelligent, friendly, playful
even, careful to talk about everyday things like travel and music
but, wherever possible, he always seemed to bring the conversation
back to sex. But, if he went on too long without some reference to
fantasy or seduction, she knew that she had to get it back into the
conversation and so there was always something new to discover
about each other.
‘Do you like
surprises?’ he suddenly asked her.
‘Oh God yes, I
love surprises,’ she said, ‘as long as they are good surprises of
course.’
‘And do you
trust me?’ he asked.
‘Err,’ she
hesitated, ‘in what respect?’
‘Just that, do
you trust me? Do you trust me enough to know that I am not going to
hurt you or do anything that you don’t want me to?’
‘Okay, this is
sounding very ominous,’ she said, ‘what do you have in mind?’
‘If I told you
it would spoil the surprise,’ he replied laughing.
‘Okay well
give me a clue then,’ she persisted.
‘I want to
take you to a place that I know. I think it’s perfect,’ he
said.
‘Perfect for
what,’ she said.
‘Perfect for
your surprise of course,’ he said.
And now she
laughed.
‘Come on,
humour me, you know you want to,’ he said, ‘you know that you want
me and hell woman you must know by now that I want you. So don’t
worry, you trust me right? You’ll like it.
Wear something
smart and sexy, you know dress to thrill. What am I saying, the way
you dress always thrills me.’
They arranged
to meet at The Jam, a small bistro now literally jammed
packed with people drinking and talking. Michael was leaning on the
bar but moved towards her as she arrived and pulled her into his
arms and kissed her passionately. No one around them seemed to
notice. Most of the tables were taken or had reserved signs on
them, but he took her hand and steered her to a table near the
back. A waitress came over immediately and set down a carafe of red
wine and two glasses and lit the small candle in the centre of the
table.
‘You look
lovely,’ he said, pouring the wine, ‘I love your dress - does it
button all the way down the front?’
‘Thanks, yes
it does,’ she said, ‘and you look pretty good yourself. I do like a
man in a proper shirt,
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