me.
The only spirit I felt I had in me was of the alcoholic
variety, but I found myself agreeing to “equal blame” with a smile.
‘Excellent!’ He treated me to his perfect smile once again.
‘Now that’s sorted I’d better fill you in on your rehabilitation. That is,’ he
hesitated, ‘if you still want to recuperate here.’
He looked so anxious saying this. His mixture of confidence
and worry was a cocktail that was making me feel I wanted to get to know this
complex, delicious man even more and I wondered if that’s how his charm worked.
How could anyone be confident yet so insecure at the same time? He was like a
little boy trapped in a man’s body. It was endearing, but even more than
endearing, it was sexy as hell. I’d only ever experienced “little boy” or “hot
man” – both appealing in their own right – so combined? Wow .
‘I do.’ How could I choose the ’rents’ house with this on offer?
This was met with another heart-wrenching grin as he jumped
up off the sofa, still shirtless. I didn’t mind. At all.
‘Hey! Careful you! Girl with the injured ankle, remember?’ I
joked, pleased with his enthusiasm. And the view.
‘Oh crikey. Are you OK? Do you need me to get you anything?
I’m sorry,’ he bumbled on like he’d really hurt me – a look of worry evident on
his perfect features.
‘Piers! I’m teasing!’ I laughed, getting a tiny illicit
thrill from it. I didn’t realise it would be the start of many illicit thrills
to come. ‘Now, go on. Tell me your plans,’ I commanded.
He looked happy at this request. The frown line disappeared
from his forehead as his eyes crinkled in delight – only men can get away with
looking delicious with crinkled eyes. It’s so unfair.
‘Well,’ he started excitedly. ‘I’ve put you in the guest
room with the en suite, but I don’t want to pressurise you. You don’t have to
spend time with me. I’d like it if you did,’ he clarified with a hint of colour
popping into his cheeks which amazed me, but also made my cheeks colour. ‘But I know how you girls sometimes need your own
space.’
Surprising. I thought guys were the ones who clamoured for
space, but I was definitely glad he told me I was a guest . I had been a tad apprehensive about the living arrangements
which is why Mum was to call to make sure I was happy staying there. If I had
felt one niggle of doubt towards him I would have gone back to Hampshire
without a second thought. I did like him, but that was far too soon. Even if he did sport the body of a Greek god
that I needed to thoroughly examine at a later date. I’d rather skank off the ’rents in Dullsville
than whore myself out in “repayment” for a roof over my head. Not that it felt
like that. I trusted him implicitly, but I had thought about agreeing to live
with Piers very carefully that afternoon he’d asked me, once I was on my own
and had had time to consider his words minus him and the dizzy rush he incited
in me.
I’d also spent a lot of time thinking how amazing it was
that men like him existed. They’d all been womanising man whores only
interested in one thing befitting to their name before I met Piers. Needless to
say, that one interest was not me. I could tell though that Piers was nothing
like that kind of despicable man so why hadn’t he been snapped up? I couldn’t
understand it. No doubt I would discover his fatal flaw if I was to be living
with him. There had to be a fatal
flaw, other than the clothes.
‘Sounds fabulous so far,’ I reassured him. ‘What else?’
‘I have to go back to work next week, I’m afraid, but a
friend of mine will come round to keep you company so you don’t have to trouble
yourself.’
‘Piers! You don’t need to get someone round to look after
me,’ I protested. ‘I can look after myself. I wouldn’t want to put anyone out
of their way and that includes you. You can pretend I’m not here if you want.’
‘Arielle, it’s no trouble! I
The only spirit I felt I had in me was of the alcoholic
variety, but I found myself agreeing to “equal blame” with a smile.
‘Excellent!’ He treated me to his perfect smile once again.
‘Now that’s sorted I’d better fill you in on your rehabilitation. That is,’ he
hesitated, ‘if you still want to recuperate here.’
He looked so anxious saying this. His mixture of confidence
and worry was a cocktail that was making me feel I wanted to get to know this
complex, delicious man even more and I wondered if that’s how his charm worked.
How could anyone be confident yet so insecure at the same time? He was like a
little boy trapped in a man’s body. It was endearing, but even more than
endearing, it was sexy as hell. I’d only ever experienced “little boy” or “hot
man” – both appealing in their own right – so combined? Wow .
‘I do.’ How could I choose the ’rents’ house with this on offer?
This was met with another heart-wrenching grin as he jumped
up off the sofa, still shirtless. I didn’t mind. At all.
‘Hey! Careful you! Girl with the injured ankle, remember?’ I
joked, pleased with his enthusiasm. And the view.
‘Oh crikey. Are you OK? Do you need me to get you anything?
I’m sorry,’ he bumbled on like he’d really hurt me – a look of worry evident on
his perfect features.
‘Piers! I’m teasing!’ I laughed, getting a tiny illicit
thrill from it. I didn’t realise it would be the start of many illicit thrills
to come. ‘Now, go on. Tell me your plans,’ I commanded.
He looked happy at this request. The frown line disappeared
from his forehead as his eyes crinkled in delight – only men can get away with
looking delicious with crinkled eyes. It’s so unfair.
‘Well,’ he started excitedly. ‘I’ve put you in the guest
room with the en suite, but I don’t want to pressurise you. You don’t have to
spend time with me. I’d like it if you did,’ he clarified with a hint of colour
popping into his cheeks which amazed me, but also made my cheeks colour. ‘But I know how you girls sometimes need your own
space.’
Surprising. I thought guys were the ones who clamoured for
space, but I was definitely glad he told me I was a guest . I had been a tad apprehensive about the living arrangements
which is why Mum was to call to make sure I was happy staying there. If I had
felt one niggle of doubt towards him I would have gone back to Hampshire
without a second thought. I did like him, but that was far too soon. Even if he did sport the body of a Greek god
that I needed to thoroughly examine at a later date. I’d rather skank off the ’rents in Dullsville
than whore myself out in “repayment” for a roof over my head. Not that it felt
like that. I trusted him implicitly, but I had thought about agreeing to live
with Piers very carefully that afternoon he’d asked me, once I was on my own
and had had time to consider his words minus him and the dizzy rush he incited
in me.
I’d also spent a lot of time thinking how amazing it was
that men like him existed. They’d all been womanising man whores only
interested in one thing befitting to their name before I met Piers. Needless to
say, that one interest was not me. I could tell though that Piers was nothing
like that kind of despicable man so why hadn’t he been snapped up? I couldn’t
understand it. No doubt I would discover his fatal flaw if I was to be living
with him. There had to be a fatal
flaw, other than the clothes.
‘Sounds fabulous so far,’ I reassured him. ‘What else?’
‘I have to go back to work next week, I’m afraid, but a
friend of mine will come round to keep you company so you don’t have to trouble
yourself.’
‘Piers! You don’t need to get someone round to look after
me,’ I protested. ‘I can look after myself. I wouldn’t want to put anyone out
of their way and that includes you. You can pretend I’m not here if you want.’
‘Arielle, it’s no trouble! I
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