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amazing. It was open-plan, meaning that the front door led into the living room – which was surrounded by doors leading off to various other rooms; presumably the bedrooms, bathroom, and kitchen.
It was surprisingly clean for a young man living alone, and the cream shelving units, beige carpets, and angular furniture gave it a corporate feel. But Joseph had made his mark on it: above one of the huge couches was a tatty black-and-white poster of the Ramones, which had presumably once adorned his adolescent bedroom. There was a signed photo of Jimi Hendrix hanging pride of place above the expensive sound system, and a priceless Stratocaster guitar leaning against the wall. The coffee table was strewn with music magazines, as well as an empty Jack Daniels bottle and several notebooks, which Joseph probably used to jot down lyrics as they came to him. Somehow he’d managed to make this plush expensive pad seem like a student dorm, which Eleanor thought was charming and cool.
He closed the front door behind her and stepped over to massage her shoulders, which made her automatically tense up.
“Joseph, I–”
“Relax,” he said, dropping his mouth to her ear. “Just enjoy it. Why don’t you take a seat? You want some coffee?”
She composed her thrashing heart. “Tea?”
“Sure.” He stepped in front of her and cupped her chin in a strong hand. “Anything else? You’re still wet, huh?”
Eleanor swallowed the lust in the throat. “Er…?”
He laughed. “No, I mean from the rain. I’ll get you a towel.”
“Oh… thanks.”
He put on some music, then disappeared into the kitchen, so she sat down on one of the squashy couches and tried to relax. It was impossible because she knew what she was here for, so she pulled out her phone and sent Matthew a message saying she was staying with her friend Elizabeth tonight. She then sent Elizabeth a message asking her to cover for her if Matthew made contact. Elizabeth was the friend she always went to whenever she and Matthew argued – she hated Matthew and his cheating arrogance, so Eleanor knew she’d gladly cover for her – especially if it meant they might soon break up.
Joseph ambled back carrying two mugs and a soft white towel.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the towel. She ran it through her hair as he settled himself on the couch opposite. The huge glass coffee table between them created a vast cavern, which crackled with sexual energy. Eleanor was surprised he hadn’t pounced on her yet. But it seemed that now he’d lured her to his lair, he was happy to take his time over the seduction.
He sipped his coffee and threw her a sizzling grin, making her feel as if he was caressing her body all the way from over there. Oh my god ! She was alone with Joseph Quinlan and he wanted to make her come hard!
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah… So, um... Here we are.”
“We sure are.”
She sipped her tea. “So, I was wondering, was that really your sister and cousin on the front page this morning?”
“Yep. My sister came in from out of town. She’s a marine biologist and spends her time studying pond-life. She’d probably be interested in meeting Matthew.”
Eleanor laughed. Joseph was charming and handsome, and she wanted to go over and lie in his arms – to find out what that sculpted body tasted like… To find out whether his reputation as a lover was true…
He slung his arm over the back of the couch and grinned. He was so fit. She could see his toned arms under his T-shirt, and she wanted to squeeze his muscles like a goofy horny teenage girl.
He smiled sincerely. “I love our daily banter, Ellie – it’s the highlight of my day.”
“Really! I mean, oh… good.”
“But I’ve gotta know, why are you so uptight?”
She suppressed the grin that tried to burst out onto her lips. “What! I’m not. You just don’t know how to be serious.”
He shrugged. “You only live once.”
“I bet you don’t know the meaning of the word
It was surprisingly clean for a young man living alone, and the cream shelving units, beige carpets, and angular furniture gave it a corporate feel. But Joseph had made his mark on it: above one of the huge couches was a tatty black-and-white poster of the Ramones, which had presumably once adorned his adolescent bedroom. There was a signed photo of Jimi Hendrix hanging pride of place above the expensive sound system, and a priceless Stratocaster guitar leaning against the wall. The coffee table was strewn with music magazines, as well as an empty Jack Daniels bottle and several notebooks, which Joseph probably used to jot down lyrics as they came to him. Somehow he’d managed to make this plush expensive pad seem like a student dorm, which Eleanor thought was charming and cool.
He closed the front door behind her and stepped over to massage her shoulders, which made her automatically tense up.
“Joseph, I–”
“Relax,” he said, dropping his mouth to her ear. “Just enjoy it. Why don’t you take a seat? You want some coffee?”
She composed her thrashing heart. “Tea?”
“Sure.” He stepped in front of her and cupped her chin in a strong hand. “Anything else? You’re still wet, huh?”
Eleanor swallowed the lust in the throat. “Er…?”
He laughed. “No, I mean from the rain. I’ll get you a towel.”
“Oh… thanks.”
He put on some music, then disappeared into the kitchen, so she sat down on one of the squashy couches and tried to relax. It was impossible because she knew what she was here for, so she pulled out her phone and sent Matthew a message saying she was staying with her friend Elizabeth tonight. She then sent Elizabeth a message asking her to cover for her if Matthew made contact. Elizabeth was the friend she always went to whenever she and Matthew argued – she hated Matthew and his cheating arrogance, so Eleanor knew she’d gladly cover for her – especially if it meant they might soon break up.
Joseph ambled back carrying two mugs and a soft white towel.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the towel. She ran it through her hair as he settled himself on the couch opposite. The huge glass coffee table between them created a vast cavern, which crackled with sexual energy. Eleanor was surprised he hadn’t pounced on her yet. But it seemed that now he’d lured her to his lair, he was happy to take his time over the seduction.
He sipped his coffee and threw her a sizzling grin, making her feel as if he was caressing her body all the way from over there. Oh my god ! She was alone with Joseph Quinlan and he wanted to make her come hard!
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah… So, um... Here we are.”
“We sure are.”
She sipped her tea. “So, I was wondering, was that really your sister and cousin on the front page this morning?”
“Yep. My sister came in from out of town. She’s a marine biologist and spends her time studying pond-life. She’d probably be interested in meeting Matthew.”
Eleanor laughed. Joseph was charming and handsome, and she wanted to go over and lie in his arms – to find out what that sculpted body tasted like… To find out whether his reputation as a lover was true…
He slung his arm over the back of the couch and grinned. He was so fit. She could see his toned arms under his T-shirt, and she wanted to squeeze his muscles like a goofy horny teenage girl.
He smiled sincerely. “I love our daily banter, Ellie – it’s the highlight of my day.”
“Really! I mean, oh… good.”
“But I’ve gotta know, why are you so uptight?”
She suppressed the grin that tried to burst out onto her lips. “What! I’m not. You just don’t know how to be serious.”
He shrugged. “You only live once.”
“I bet you don’t know the meaning of the word
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