realised sex could be this good,’ I admitted, watching as his eyes widened marginally at my undisguised compliment, showing a brief lapse in his usually controlled façade. I shrugged and bit my lip. ‘You don’t do relationships and I want to experience some great sex while I can, so that’s why I come here each week,’ I finished in a whisper, pushing aside the tingling sensation of shame that came with my sordid admission, I’d basically just admitted that I was a slut; how shameful. Except for some reason, I didn’t feel shamed. In fact, I sort of felt liberated, especially as I saw Nicholas relax after my statement.
In response, he nodded and a marginally arrogant expression settled on his brows as he climbed from the bed. That was much more normal behaviour for Nicholas. Phew, it appeared I had convinced him of my reasons, for now anyway.
Chapter Six
The calendar on the wall of my office told me today was Monday. Now I was single again I was obsessed with Mondays; I couldn’t wait for the painfully empty weekends to be over so I could leave my flat and get back to the bookshop. When I’d been dating Nicholas I had become obsessed with Fridays. Perhaps I should rephrase that because what we had really couldn’t be called dating, could it? OK, when I’d been sleeping with Nicholas – although technically I never slept over … Let’s just use Nicholas’ terminology, shall we? When I was fucking Nicholas, I’d been obsessed with Fridays.
As I’ve said, Friday night had been piano lesson night and so, in turn, sex night. It became all I could do to function properly and get through the day. Most weeks my mind had been far away from work, focused instead on what Nicholas might do with me, or to me, later that night.
One particular Friday, an hour before closing time, a customer walked in who made my heart sink and dragged my mind away from thoughts of Nicholas. This guy, Mr Peterson – although I’d nicknamed him “Mr Moany Pants” – had been a regular in the shop for the past three weeks. He’d ordered a book, a particularly rare first edition, which I had told him would take at least two months for me to source and obtain, and yet he’d still turned up every frigging Friday and asked about it.
Today appeared to be no different, except he looked even more pissed off than usual when I told him it still hadn’t arrived and then proceeded to give me a right earful about my customer service skills. The cheek of it! Unable to contain my annoyance, I gave as good as I got, and in the end Louise had to intervene and push me in the direction of the staff room, telling me to head home half an hour early while she placated him.
Arriving home, I took out some of my aggression by kicking the couch and shoving at my ironing pile with a frustrated grunt. Feeling marginally better, I showered and changed. Although I was supposed to be heading to Nicholas’, I couldn’t face it after my run-in with Mr Peterson.
What I really wanted was to skip the piano and just see Nicholas to take my mind off my shitty day. But seeing as he’d made it perfectly clear that I was simply his fuck buddy and not his girlfriend, I didn’t feel able to tell him that all I wanted was to go to bed with him then snuggle until I fell asleep, especially not after the other week when I’d turned up at his house unexpectedly after my night with Joanne. If I wasn’t careful, he was going to think I was getting too attached to him and end our tryst, which I didn’t want. No, far better to just have a night off to cool down.
Sighing miserably, I picked up the phone to call Nicholas. In reality, I needed to sit down and consider what to do about the situation between Nicholas and me. It really wasn’t healthy to sleep with someone you actually wanted more from, was it? Especially seeing as I didn’t even sleep with him: we fucked and then I left, I concluded dismally with a grimace, but that was a whole can of worms that my
In response, he nodded and a marginally arrogant expression settled on his brows as he climbed from the bed. That was much more normal behaviour for Nicholas. Phew, it appeared I had convinced him of my reasons, for now anyway.
Chapter Six
The calendar on the wall of my office told me today was Monday. Now I was single again I was obsessed with Mondays; I couldn’t wait for the painfully empty weekends to be over so I could leave my flat and get back to the bookshop. When I’d been dating Nicholas I had become obsessed with Fridays. Perhaps I should rephrase that because what we had really couldn’t be called dating, could it? OK, when I’d been sleeping with Nicholas – although technically I never slept over … Let’s just use Nicholas’ terminology, shall we? When I was fucking Nicholas, I’d been obsessed with Fridays.
As I’ve said, Friday night had been piano lesson night and so, in turn, sex night. It became all I could do to function properly and get through the day. Most weeks my mind had been far away from work, focused instead on what Nicholas might do with me, or to me, later that night.
One particular Friday, an hour before closing time, a customer walked in who made my heart sink and dragged my mind away from thoughts of Nicholas. This guy, Mr Peterson – although I’d nicknamed him “Mr Moany Pants” – had been a regular in the shop for the past three weeks. He’d ordered a book, a particularly rare first edition, which I had told him would take at least two months for me to source and obtain, and yet he’d still turned up every frigging Friday and asked about it.
Today appeared to be no different, except he looked even more pissed off than usual when I told him it still hadn’t arrived and then proceeded to give me a right earful about my customer service skills. The cheek of it! Unable to contain my annoyance, I gave as good as I got, and in the end Louise had to intervene and push me in the direction of the staff room, telling me to head home half an hour early while she placated him.
Arriving home, I took out some of my aggression by kicking the couch and shoving at my ironing pile with a frustrated grunt. Feeling marginally better, I showered and changed. Although I was supposed to be heading to Nicholas’, I couldn’t face it after my run-in with Mr Peterson.
What I really wanted was to skip the piano and just see Nicholas to take my mind off my shitty day. But seeing as he’d made it perfectly clear that I was simply his fuck buddy and not his girlfriend, I didn’t feel able to tell him that all I wanted was to go to bed with him then snuggle until I fell asleep, especially not after the other week when I’d turned up at his house unexpectedly after my night with Joanne. If I wasn’t careful, he was going to think I was getting too attached to him and end our tryst, which I didn’t want. No, far better to just have a night off to cool down.
Sighing miserably, I picked up the phone to call Nicholas. In reality, I needed to sit down and consider what to do about the situation between Nicholas and me. It really wasn’t healthy to sleep with someone you actually wanted more from, was it? Especially seeing as I didn’t even sleep with him: we fucked and then I left, I concluded dismally with a grimace, but that was a whole can of worms that my
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