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I WAITED until Sabrina had left before coming out of my room forbreakfast. I didn’t want her to drill me about my plans for the day,and boy, did I have plans.First, I hustled over to a boutique lingerie shop nearby Sabrina’sMidtown apartment. They were on holiday schedule and openedearly, so I got what I needed and was at the register well before ten.With my purchases “in hand,” so to say, I finally pulled out myphone to get ahold of Dylan. Sure, I could have texted him before I’dgone shopping, but I didn’t want to seem desperate, contacting himbefore the sun had reached a decent place in the sky. Because Iwasn’t desperate. I was eager. There was a difference, I was sure.I had, however, composed my text the night before so it wasready to go with just a press of the send button.A: Happy Tuesday! Did U sleep OK?Polite, harmless. A message that wouldn’t scare him off.Still, he took his time answering. Almost seven whole minutes.Thankfully there was a Starbucks next door s
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“I lured you? How is that possible when I’m the one who hasjoined you on your day’s plans? It seems, Dylan Locke, that you mayhave lured me.”Her expression was so convincing, I momentarily doubted myself.“No, no. I most definitely didn’t lure you. You lured me with your talkof fate and finding out what it had to do with us.”“Kismet,” she corrected.“Yes, that’s right. Kismet. You dangled the word out in front of methe way a fisherman dangles a—”“Hook?” she guessed.I narrowed my eyes. “Lure.”Her smile widened. “That’s amazing that a simple text messagecould hold that much power over you. Why do you think that is, doyou suppose?”And that was the real question, more important than why she washere. The question about why I was tempting myself with somethingI was never going to believe in. About why her particular lure was soirresistible. The question I’d hoped she’d be able to answer becauseI was at a loss.A question that wasn’t getting answered now either because thees
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“Incredible!” Audrey gasped from behind me. She ran giddily tolook outside, stopping several feet short of the actual windows.“You don’t feel the true impact without getting close up.” I’dapparently forgotten my determination to pretend she wasn’t there.“That’s okay. I’m good right here. I’m afraid of heights.” Sheglanced quickly to Jeff Jones who’d entered the room with her. “Youknow that, Daddy,” she added, remembering her ruse.I hadn’t thought she could be afraid of anything, daring andimpetuous that she was. This new insight added to the enigma ofAudrey Lind. Part wildling, part devil, part innocent, all contradiction.“I thought you’d grown out of it,” I muttered. Whatever was Idoing, playing along?And she was invading my space again, standing too close,smelling too good. Making my jumper feel too hot and my throat feeltoo tight.I had to hurry this tour up.Sticking my hands in my trouser pockets, I turned to the agent.“The website said this unit is up for lease as
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SIXAUDREYDYLAN SEEMED TO GO PALE. He normally had rather fair skin—probably because he was British and because his work habits didn’tlet him out in the sun too often—but now he was even whiter thanusual.Maybe it was a bit scandalous to just drop my dress the way Ihad. I could have talked to him about my plan first, but after the wayhe’d kissed me the night before, I didn’t think conversation wasnecessary. I was certainly still buzzing from the feel of his lips andthe sweep of his tongue. I thought a little skin would be all that wasneeded to reignite those passions in him as well.Instead, it seemed to throw him into a state of shock.“Audrey,” he stammered, his eyes darting everywhere, then tome, then quickly to anywhere else but me. He was deliberately tryingnot to look, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself. “What the bloodyhell are you doing, girl?” He picked my dress up off the floor andbrought it to me. “Put this on. Please. There aren’t curtains. Thewhole city
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“Yes, I’m sure. Or, it’s nearly twenty. Nineteen, to be precise.”“Nineteen.” I thought about that for a minute, growing morecomfortable with the idea by the moment. “That’s kind of hot, isn’t it?That a woman that you’re interested in who is nineteen years yourjunior is throwing herself at you? Begging you to teach her a thing ortwo. Or seven.”I’d closed in on him while I was talking, trapping him against thearmchair. He didn’t realize until he’d tripped and fell backward intothe seat, but he’d only caught the edge in his fall and immediatelyslipped to the ground.And I slipped right into his lap.I spread my legs, straddling him the way I had the night before.His breath came fast, but even, and his skin was hot to the touch as Iswept my finger across his forehead, brushing away the hair that hadfallen there. He locked his eyes on mine, the pupils darkening asthey lingered in his stare.“I’m supposing you don’t need CPR,” I teased. I was terrible, buthe was too easy.His
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It took me a few minutes to realize he was purposefully tauntingme.Then it took me another few minutes to realize I really liked thistoo. I mean, I hated it. But as the torture continued, a tension builtinside me, low and deep. A hum that spread through my core andout to my limbs. By the time he lowered himself to grind across mycrotch, I was already halfway to an orgasm.From there, the hum intensified quickly. Each thrust of his pelvisagainst mine sent me closer to the edge. He still had his pants on! Istill had on panties, and yet he’d found the perfect spot, hit it onevery stroke, making the hum swell and expand and consume andtake over and buzz, buzz, buzz, and…Suddenly it was all gone at the sound of a clearing throat.Guess when I’d sent the agent away I’d forgotten that he’d alsobe coming back.Whoops.I wasn’t sorry. I wasn’t sorry at all.SEVENDYLANI’D NEVER LOST an erection so fast.Thank God, since it made it easier to scramble to my feet anddistract Jeff Jo
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“I KNEW it would happen one day, honestly. He’s a teenager now.He wants to spend his school breaks on skiing trips with his friendsand playing marathon sessions of Fortnite, or whatever the game ishe’s into at the moment. He doesn’t want to waste half of hisholidays stuck in an aeroplane traveling to visit his boring old father.”I paused to take a swallow of my champagne. It was early foralcohol, but Audrey had said the finding of my apartment hadwarranted a celebration, and as I’d already discovered, it wasimpossible to deny her whims.Which was also why I’d spent the last ten minutes waxing onabout Aaron. What a boring subject for a young female companion.Nothing could bring out the old man in me like reminding me of myteenager. I knew better than to bring up the topic, but as soon as thewaiter had taken our order, she’d asked.And she was compelling, that one was. She didn’t have to asktwice.To her credit, she’d remained engaged throughout my indulgentrant, asking qu
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1524 wordsAnd as long as I was being authentic, as long as I was beinghonest, she did bring out the best in me. She reminded me of thatpure passion I’d felt for life so long ago. It was nice to remember thatman I’d once been, even if it wasn’t a man I ever wanted to be again.But she was wrong on one point—it wasn’t good for me. Shewasn’t good for me. To believe she was would be an absolute lie.EIGHTAUDREYD: Are you still awake?MY PULSE PICKED up at the message from Dylan when it arrived. Itwas half past midnight, and I’d texted him hours ago during theintermission of Waitress. I’d been antsy waiting for a response, afraidhe was bailing on me, so obviously, I was relieved to see his name,to say the least.Now was a better time to talk to him anyway. Sabrina wasalready asleep, and I wasn’t as into my reading of A Curator’sHandbook as I should have been.But I was into Dylan Locke. More than I should have been.A: I was beginning to think u’d gotten cold feet.D: Ha ha. N
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