The First Touch (Templer Series)

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Teague….incredible”
    And before his words unfold in my mind, and I can find my own words…he begins to slide down the bed. He grasps my knees, tugging them apart before I see his head come to rest at my sex.
    “Payback, baby….Payback” He smiles the widest smile at me before letting his tongue slide up the length of my sex, flicking at my clit. I groan, sigh deeply and give in to my punishment.
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    After gallantly retrieving my overnight bag for me from my suite, and playfully hosing down the sex pest in the double shower, Drew is now sat opposite me, attacking breakfast, occasionally looking up from his smoked salmon and scrambled eggs to throw me a soft smile.
    Since we’ve dressed, and seated ourselves at the table, he has been a little quiet, almost subdued but I’m thinking that maybe he’s still tired from lack of sleep , and so don’t worry my head about it. Again, he glances up at me…this time a prolonged look. I wonder what he’s thinking….
    I can’t hurt her….fuck, she doesn’t deserve this….
    Drew stifles a frustrated growl, shaking his head trying not to be obvious.
    Incredible sex….fuck, the best sex of my life….how do I tell her I don’t want her? Can’t have her?
    Drew bites into his brioche with venom. He’s pissed off, big time, not with her but himself. And with each bite, his silent fury with himself is rising.
    Please make this easy on me, Tilly…..please don’t want more from me
    He throws the last piece of brioche harshly on the plate, his throat constricting and drying with every mouthful. He runs his hand through his damp hair, a deep exhale through his nostrils.
    “Someone was hungry this morning! Don’t blame you…this is delicious!” I smile brightly at him, consciously trying to lighten his quiet mood. He seems almost shy now, maybe a little embarrassed….regretful?
    Oh, don’t regret this…..please don’t regret this
    “Um, yeah, I was starving……….Tilly, can we have a talk on the plane?” Say it now, you fucking coward, tell her now…..I can’t do relationships
    “Sure….any particular…shit, is that my phone? Sorry, it’s probably Mia or work…I need to get this”
    I scramble for my phone, snatching it to my mouth. It’s Mia. Of course it is.
    “Hi, hun, how are you? Listen, Mia? I can’t really talk now. Drew and I need to head out to the airport in a couple of minutes. I’ll call you tonight, I promise….yes, I promise! Everything’s fine” I try to sound upbeat, not wanting her or Drew to hear the crack in my voice. I suddenly know that I know what’s coming on the plane…. this was a Quits Meeting, remember, nothing more….don’t make it more, Tilly….it was just sex….not making love… Now I shake my head. How could I have been so stupid to sleep with him? What did I think would happen? That he would mend my broken heart?
    “You ok? Um, we need to make a move very soon?” Drew breaks my thoughts. I plaster a smile on my face… please reach my eyes, please look genuine…. Nodding, popping my phone back in my bag. I start to gather up my few remaining things, stuffing my shredded dress from last night as the last item into my overnight case. I’m busying, not making eye contact, willing myself not to give my feelings away.
    I summon up all my pride and face him head on… make it easy for him, Tilly, and for yourself… for yourself….
    “Drew, I need to say something.”
    Fuck, she knows…of course she knows….she’s not some fucking airhead…
    “Yeah?” Be nice, Drew, fuck, be nice….she deserves nice….at least that…
    “Now that we’re Quits, we can still be friends, right? I mean, if you want to, of course. I had a great time last night…well, and this morning! But, honestly….I’m not looking for anything more. You understand right, and okay with that?” Oh, yes, high five! Spoken like a true Mia…..she would be so proud of me right now…..
    “Sure. I understand. Friends. Of

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