a job, you know. I do it for extra money.'
'Take no notice of me. I'm just grumpy after a lovely couple of days with you. Go and enjoy yourself but don't forget about me.'
'Of course I won't. Come and kiss me goodbye. I promise, I'll see you again soon.'
'You'd better remember that. Where's the party at New Year?'
'We thought we'd use our workshop, after all. The village hall, well it seemed it was too expensive. Maybe you'd like to come over to help us to get it ready? We're going to decorate the place up a bit and make it look like a party venue.'
'I'd love to come. Thanks. Let me know where and when and I'll be there.'
'I hate to leave you like this but needs must. Thank you again for a lovely Christmas.' He kissed her very thoroughly ... she wanted so much more from him but for now, he had to go. She watched him drive away and went back inside. It seemed very quiet in her house and she unpacked her bag and the various presents she'd been given. She made a pot of tea and switched on the television. She thought about the previous day and especially about the scene in her room. She had so nearly given way to him. It would have been most embarrassing to be at her parents home like that.
'Oh Mike,' she said softly. 'I'm falling in love with you. I really hope you feel the same about me.'
The next day or two, she decided it was time to do some college work ready for the following term. She was living in a mess with papers strewn around the place and everything organised over the floor. There were heaps of pages she had printed: heaps of pages she had discarded and piles of books in other places. She was happily engrossed when someone knocked at the door. She glanced at her watch. It was already six-thirty. Who could this be calling on her? She went to open the door. A large bouquet of daisies was thrust at her by Mike.
'Hi there you. Can I come in?'
'Yes, of course. Please, do come in. Why the flowers?'
'I felt like it. I saw them at a stand at the station and thought you might like them. I'm completely free this evening. Do you fancy doing something?' He stood there, his leather jacket fitting him like a glove. He looked every inch a biker, with his jeans carefully ripped at the knee. She swallowed hard, wondering why she found him so attractive.
'I'm in a mess. Let me clear up a bit.'
'You're not kidding are you? Do you always work like this?'
'Not always. Quite often though. What do you want to do?'
'Pictures? Drink? Meal out somewhere?'
'Yes please. It all sounds lovely. Hang on a mo. If I just collect those pages and put them up on the desk. The books can be shuffled together. Oh that's just rubbish. I'll put that out for re-cycling.' Five minutes sorting and she was clearer once more. 'That's better. Sorry, do sit down.'
'I was wondering when you were going to suggest that,' he laughed. 'Come and sit with me.' He leaned over and kissed her. 'I've missed you. The party on Boxing Day was incredibly boring. I had a rotten time and wished I was still with you. I've been working hard ever since. This is the first moment I've really had to myself . So, coming to see you ... seemed like a plan.'
'I'm glad to see you. If you'd let me know, I'd have been ready for you. But not to worry. What do you want to do?'
'How about a drink and then some dinner? I know a nice pub not too far away. Only trouble is, I'm on my bike. Solution: you ride pillion: you drive: we get a taxi. What do you think?'
'I'll drive. I really don't mind. It all sounds good to me.'
'Decision made. You can drive me to wherever I want to go.' She frowned.
'Not just anywhere, thanks very much. I want feeding and pampering if I'm driving.'
'Very well. Are you going like that or are you planning to change?'
'I s'pose I'd better change. Mind you, grunge is good. Look, I've got a pizza in the freezer. Would you like some of that? Then we can go out and see a film?'
'Sounds excellent. I'll admit, I could easily eat a horse or two. We can go and
'Take no notice of me. I'm just grumpy after a lovely couple of days with you. Go and enjoy yourself but don't forget about me.'
'Of course I won't. Come and kiss me goodbye. I promise, I'll see you again soon.'
'You'd better remember that. Where's the party at New Year?'
'We thought we'd use our workshop, after all. The village hall, well it seemed it was too expensive. Maybe you'd like to come over to help us to get it ready? We're going to decorate the place up a bit and make it look like a party venue.'
'I'd love to come. Thanks. Let me know where and when and I'll be there.'
'I hate to leave you like this but needs must. Thank you again for a lovely Christmas.' He kissed her very thoroughly ... she wanted so much more from him but for now, he had to go. She watched him drive away and went back inside. It seemed very quiet in her house and she unpacked her bag and the various presents she'd been given. She made a pot of tea and switched on the television. She thought about the previous day and especially about the scene in her room. She had so nearly given way to him. It would have been most embarrassing to be at her parents home like that.
'Oh Mike,' she said softly. 'I'm falling in love with you. I really hope you feel the same about me.'
The next day or two, she decided it was time to do some college work ready for the following term. She was living in a mess with papers strewn around the place and everything organised over the floor. There were heaps of pages she had printed: heaps of pages she had discarded and piles of books in other places. She was happily engrossed when someone knocked at the door. She glanced at her watch. It was already six-thirty. Who could this be calling on her? She went to open the door. A large bouquet of daisies was thrust at her by Mike.
'Hi there you. Can I come in?'
'Yes, of course. Please, do come in. Why the flowers?'
'I felt like it. I saw them at a stand at the station and thought you might like them. I'm completely free this evening. Do you fancy doing something?' He stood there, his leather jacket fitting him like a glove. He looked every inch a biker, with his jeans carefully ripped at the knee. She swallowed hard, wondering why she found him so attractive.
'I'm in a mess. Let me clear up a bit.'
'You're not kidding are you? Do you always work like this?'
'Not always. Quite often though. What do you want to do?'
'Pictures? Drink? Meal out somewhere?'
'Yes please. It all sounds lovely. Hang on a mo. If I just collect those pages and put them up on the desk. The books can be shuffled together. Oh that's just rubbish. I'll put that out for re-cycling.' Five minutes sorting and she was clearer once more. 'That's better. Sorry, do sit down.'
'I was wondering when you were going to suggest that,' he laughed. 'Come and sit with me.' He leaned over and kissed her. 'I've missed you. The party on Boxing Day was incredibly boring. I had a rotten time and wished I was still with you. I've been working hard ever since. This is the first moment I've really had to myself . So, coming to see you ... seemed like a plan.'
'I'm glad to see you. If you'd let me know, I'd have been ready for you. But not to worry. What do you want to do?'
'How about a drink and then some dinner? I know a nice pub not too far away. Only trouble is, I'm on my bike. Solution: you ride pillion: you drive: we get a taxi. What do you think?'
'I'll drive. I really don't mind. It all sounds good to me.'
'Decision made. You can drive me to wherever I want to go.' She frowned.
'Not just anywhere, thanks very much. I want feeding and pampering if I'm driving.'
'Very well. Are you going like that or are you planning to change?'
'I s'pose I'd better change. Mind you, grunge is good. Look, I've got a pizza in the freezer. Would you like some of that? Then we can go out and see a film?'
'Sounds excellent. I'll admit, I could easily eat a horse or two. We can go and
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