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want.’
I thought seriously about the offer, wise enough to know he wasn’t suggesting a mere car ride.
‘Or you could come back to my place?’ He grinned at me , aiming for an irresistible expression. He was really quite cute. And sexy.
I had never been a on e-night-stand girl and I wasn’t too sure about starting now, but, dear God, I was lonely. It was a change to feel wanted and he obviously found me attractive. I had been without that kind of closeness for such a long time, and it might not happen again, and… I ran out of excuses. Who was I trying to kid? I was a grown woman, I didn’t need an excuse and no-one would ever know. You only live once, as the saying goes, and as my once was going to be so very short, I might as well make the most of it. I had never had a one-night-stand before, preferring to know and care about a guy before jumping into the sack with him. This would be a first for me, if I decided to go ahead. Oh, what the hell: I had nothing to lose and if I managed a few hours of pleasure (hours? yeah, I know I was being hopeful) who would begrudge me that. I was determined if I went back to his place I was not going to beat myself up over it afterward.
He mistook my hesitation. ‘Married? Boyfriend?’
‘Neither.’
‘Girlfriend , then?’
‘You wish!’
He shrugged, and grinned again. ‘Every man’s fantasy, right?’
‘Not every woman’s. I don’t like to share.’
‘No?’ His lids were half closed as he looked at me, and I knew what he was thinking.
I took the bull by the horns, so to speak. ‘Your place,’ I decided. He blinked at my forthright manner, obviously anticipating more of a fight.
‘Uh, yeah, sure.’
‘No strings,’ I clarified. ‘Just tonight and no more.’
‘What’s the catch?’ He was suddenly wary.
‘Aren’t you used to girls throwing themselves at you, what with you being the lead singer in a band, an’ all?’ I teased.
‘I suppose. But they’re not usually so matter-of-fact about not seeing me again. They normally want to go steady, get married and have my babies. Or they just want me because of what I do, and I might be famous one day. And anyway, there’s not really that many girls,’ he added, honestly. ‘Just a couple of weird ones. The women I like don’t do any throwing, they normally play hard to get.’
‘And you thought I was the hard to get kind.’
‘Yes. So, what’s the catch?’ he repeated.
‘No catch. I’m in town for one night and I’m lonely.’
He frowned, and I sighed with exasperation. I thought it was him who was trying to get me into bed, not the other way round.
‘Forget it,’ I said and walked out of the door. The whole situation was more trouble than it was worth.
‘No wait.’ His caught me by the arm. ‘Can we try again?’ He held out his hand. ‘I’m Gavin.’
I deliberated for a second. Oh , why not, I thought, and I shook his hand. ‘Grace.’
‘Hello, Grace.’ He suddenly smiled broadly, looking like all his Christmases had come at once. ‘Ok, my place it is. Though I warn you, I don’t make a habit of doing this.’
‘Neither do I,’ I murmured.
He had a small apartment in one of the numerous new blocks on Cardiff Bay. He had driven quickly and well, with little conversation, keeping his eyes and attention on the road, and his hands on the wheel. I liked that.
The flat was small but well-furnished in muted colours and had French doors leading out onto a tiny balcony overlooking the water, which glittered darkly, reflecting the lights of a city still at play. The doors were closed at this time of year.
‘Wine?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Red or white?’
‘Red.’
He headed for the kitchen and I heard the muted pop of a cork leaving its bottle and the soft gurgle of liquid into glass. I took the time to look around me. Two plush
I thought seriously about the offer, wise enough to know he wasn’t suggesting a mere car ride.
‘Or you could come back to my place?’ He grinned at me , aiming for an irresistible expression. He was really quite cute. And sexy.
I had never been a on e-night-stand girl and I wasn’t too sure about starting now, but, dear God, I was lonely. It was a change to feel wanted and he obviously found me attractive. I had been without that kind of closeness for such a long time, and it might not happen again, and… I ran out of excuses. Who was I trying to kid? I was a grown woman, I didn’t need an excuse and no-one would ever know. You only live once, as the saying goes, and as my once was going to be so very short, I might as well make the most of it. I had never had a one-night-stand before, preferring to know and care about a guy before jumping into the sack with him. This would be a first for me, if I decided to go ahead. Oh, what the hell: I had nothing to lose and if I managed a few hours of pleasure (hours? yeah, I know I was being hopeful) who would begrudge me that. I was determined if I went back to his place I was not going to beat myself up over it afterward.
He mistook my hesitation. ‘Married? Boyfriend?’
‘Neither.’
‘Girlfriend , then?’
‘You wish!’
He shrugged, and grinned again. ‘Every man’s fantasy, right?’
‘Not every woman’s. I don’t like to share.’
‘No?’ His lids were half closed as he looked at me, and I knew what he was thinking.
I took the bull by the horns, so to speak. ‘Your place,’ I decided. He blinked at my forthright manner, obviously anticipating more of a fight.
‘Uh, yeah, sure.’
‘No strings,’ I clarified. ‘Just tonight and no more.’
‘What’s the catch?’ He was suddenly wary.
‘Aren’t you used to girls throwing themselves at you, what with you being the lead singer in a band, an’ all?’ I teased.
‘I suppose. But they’re not usually so matter-of-fact about not seeing me again. They normally want to go steady, get married and have my babies. Or they just want me because of what I do, and I might be famous one day. And anyway, there’s not really that many girls,’ he added, honestly. ‘Just a couple of weird ones. The women I like don’t do any throwing, they normally play hard to get.’
‘And you thought I was the hard to get kind.’
‘Yes. So, what’s the catch?’ he repeated.
‘No catch. I’m in town for one night and I’m lonely.’
He frowned, and I sighed with exasperation. I thought it was him who was trying to get me into bed, not the other way round.
‘Forget it,’ I said and walked out of the door. The whole situation was more trouble than it was worth.
‘No wait.’ His caught me by the arm. ‘Can we try again?’ He held out his hand. ‘I’m Gavin.’
I deliberated for a second. Oh , why not, I thought, and I shook his hand. ‘Grace.’
‘Hello, Grace.’ He suddenly smiled broadly, looking like all his Christmases had come at once. ‘Ok, my place it is. Though I warn you, I don’t make a habit of doing this.’
‘Neither do I,’ I murmured.
He had a small apartment in one of the numerous new blocks on Cardiff Bay. He had driven quickly and well, with little conversation, keeping his eyes and attention on the road, and his hands on the wheel. I liked that.
The flat was small but well-furnished in muted colours and had French doors leading out onto a tiny balcony overlooking the water, which glittered darkly, reflecting the lights of a city still at play. The doors were closed at this time of year.
‘Wine?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Red or white?’
‘Red.’
He headed for the kitchen and I heard the muted pop of a cork leaving its bottle and the soft gurgle of liquid into glass. I took the time to look around me. Two plush
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