Mastering Maeve

Mastering Maeve by Tara Finnegan

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Authors: Tara Finnegan
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continued pushing him, testing his patience, the way Maeve did.
    He took himself off for a run to try and work off his annoyance. The sun was still shining as he took off down the country road. The trees were so full that they formed a canopy of green sheltering him from the heat of the evening. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind soothed him as he ran and his pounding soon became less aggressive. By the time he had his five miles complete, he was ready to seek out Maeve to see if he could leave on better terms. On hearing a knock on his door as he finished his shower, he quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, shouting he’d be there in a minute. A sheepish Maeve held an open bottle of red wine in her hand. She’d obviously had the same idea.
    “Peace offering… I’m sorry I got so cross,” she said as he opened the door.
    “Do you lurk outside my door just waiting to catch me when I’m having a shower?” he asked with a smile. He felt elated that she wanted to make up. She looked sweet and vulnerable when she came cap in hand to him like that. It made him feel good, and even a little contrite.
    “I’m sorry I took over. Sometimes when I want to get things done, I just don’t think. Come on in.”
    He scrabbled around picking up the sweaty running gear and wet towels, feeling pretty embarrassed at the upheaval around him. Maeve opened the door to the little balcony adjoining his room, took two glasses from the refreshment tray, and made her way outside to enjoy the sea view in the evening sun. The wind was causing her curls to blow around her face and he laughed as she asked him for a biro, twisted her hair into a knot, and stuck the pen in it to hold it in place. It was just so her; improvising with whatever she had to work with, capable. She smiled back, looking more relaxed than he had ever seen her. Her eyes twinkled in merriment.
    “You’re going to have to get used to me, I’m never going to be a silent or biddable partner, but I’m sorry if I annoyed you. I hated the thought of you leaving without making up.”
    “I was going to look for you later too, after my shower,” he agreed. He took the glass of wine she offered, but first wrapped his hand around hers. “I’m glad you came to me first though. And no, I don’t imagine you’ll ever be too silent.”
    He let her hand go, taking the glass from her. He could see her hand shaking as she moved back. He wondered if it was good nerves or bad nerves. His own tummy fluttered with the good ones. He was at a bit of a loss. She was so young, so lovely but so wrong. You should never mix business and pleasure, he knew that. But that knowledge didn’t stop him wanting her.
    He sat next to her on the balcony; space was limited, and he was big. His leg ended up touching against hers. She jolted back. As the wine hit home, they both mellowed a little towards one another. After a little while he noticed their legs were touching again. This time she didn’t pull back. He refilled their glasses as he talked a little about his life, explaining his love of the ranch and the outdoor life and why he had chosen not to pursue a desk career. He liked the way she listened, interested in what he had to say. He noticed she had a cute little habit of tilting her head ever so slightly to the side when she was paying attention, and little lines were visible between her eyebrows as she concentrated. As they were talking, a wasp started buzzing around his head and he flicked it away, spilling some wine on his white t-shirt.
    “Give it to me quick or it’ll stain,” Maeve lunged into hospitality industry mode.
    As he pulled it over his head, he felt her hands reach out to take it, but instead of settling on the t-shirt, somehow they found their way to his chest. He caught his breath at the sensual touch of her soft hands. He dropped his shirt to the ground, the stain totally forgotten by both of them. He backed her towards the bedroom, preferring to keep any

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