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ourselves.’
‘In any private way we please,’ Kara said.
‘Quite.’
At that moment, a waiter arrived and refilled their drinks, tilting his head at Mike in deference. Kara smirked. She didn’t doubt that if the man had had a forelock, he would have tugged it. Mike seemed to have that effect on people.
Mike rubbed his chin and gazed at Kara across the table. He’d shaved – whether for the sake of Windigo’s dress code or to try to impress her, she couldn’t tell. He wore a freshly pressed shirt with silver cufflinks and a silk-lined suit that fell in softly tailored lines from his shoulders. Kara felt her spine straighten as she looked at him. Mike was perfectly at ease being waited on. He wore his power lightly, as though the world naturally revolved around him. It gave him a cool magnetism that sent ripples through Kara, more used to the rough-and-ready attitudes of twenty-something boys. Mike was, without doubt, a whole hell of a lot more. And he was completely focused on her.
The silence between them stretched, even after the waiter had left – practically bowing as he backed away from their table. Kara felt the champagne haze wash over her, bubbles dancing through her bloodstream and making her pleasantly dizzy. There was a low-level buzz of anticipation in the air between them. This time though she had a better idea of what to expect. There would be no coy uncertainty; Kara knew an encounter with Mike would be highly charged and unsettling. And she knew that she liked it.
‘I want to know everything,’ Mike said at last. ‘What turns you on, what you dream of late at night, when you’re alone in your bed with your hand jammed between your legs. I want to know the pictures that you see in your head and exactly how you feel when you’re horny.’
His voice was low but clear and Kara automatically huddled closer, looking about warily to see who was sitting near them. It was as though she was sitting in the waltzers and someone had just spun the seats round – she felt the delicious spark and the nervous lurch, her surroundings blurred so that she had to focus on Mike and Mike alone, as though anything else would send her spinning off into space. Her mouth opened but she didn’t know what to say.
‘This isn’t going to be some swift and sordid affair, Kara. I’m not interested in knee-tremblers in the back of a car, even if it is hard to resist the urge. I said I wanted to fuck you thoroughly and I mean it. That means I want to know you. Your body and your fantasies through and through.’ He leaned forwards. ‘Am I shocking you?’
Kara bit her lip. ‘A little.’
‘Good. I like it that you’re shockable.’
‘And what about your tastes and fantasies and yada yada yada? What do you want?’ she asked.
‘I should have thought that was obvious.’ Mike took a cigarette from his breast pocket and twisted it between his fingers. He smiled. ‘I want to drive you mad with desire, of course. But first I want to find out which buttons to push.’
Kara laughed. ‘So what, I should write you a laundry list?’
Mike said nothing, twirling the cigarette between his knuckles.
‘Are you going to smoke that thing, or are you practising for the majorettes?’
‘I gave up.’
‘So why do you have one in your pocket?’
Mike gave her a thin smile. ‘Like I was trying to show you, Kara, anticipation is more than half the pleasure. If you knew that I’d booked a room here, for example, with the serious intent of taking you upstairs later and fucking you, you’d start to feel a little … heated.’
Kara swallowed. ‘And have you?’
‘Maybe. But tell me, if I had, what would you imagine?’
‘Uh, you ripping my skirt off and fucking me senseless?’
‘Bullshit.’ Mike shifted in his seat and frowned. ‘Would I be slow and deliberate? Would I be rough? Would I kiss you before I stripped you?’
‘There are people …’ Kara looked urgently over Mike’s shoulder, to where a
‘In any private way we please,’ Kara said.
‘Quite.’
At that moment, a waiter arrived and refilled their drinks, tilting his head at Mike in deference. Kara smirked. She didn’t doubt that if the man had had a forelock, he would have tugged it. Mike seemed to have that effect on people.
Mike rubbed his chin and gazed at Kara across the table. He’d shaved – whether for the sake of Windigo’s dress code or to try to impress her, she couldn’t tell. He wore a freshly pressed shirt with silver cufflinks and a silk-lined suit that fell in softly tailored lines from his shoulders. Kara felt her spine straighten as she looked at him. Mike was perfectly at ease being waited on. He wore his power lightly, as though the world naturally revolved around him. It gave him a cool magnetism that sent ripples through Kara, more used to the rough-and-ready attitudes of twenty-something boys. Mike was, without doubt, a whole hell of a lot more. And he was completely focused on her.
The silence between them stretched, even after the waiter had left – practically bowing as he backed away from their table. Kara felt the champagne haze wash over her, bubbles dancing through her bloodstream and making her pleasantly dizzy. There was a low-level buzz of anticipation in the air between them. This time though she had a better idea of what to expect. There would be no coy uncertainty; Kara knew an encounter with Mike would be highly charged and unsettling. And she knew that she liked it.
‘I want to know everything,’ Mike said at last. ‘What turns you on, what you dream of late at night, when you’re alone in your bed with your hand jammed between your legs. I want to know the pictures that you see in your head and exactly how you feel when you’re horny.’
His voice was low but clear and Kara automatically huddled closer, looking about warily to see who was sitting near them. It was as though she was sitting in the waltzers and someone had just spun the seats round – she felt the delicious spark and the nervous lurch, her surroundings blurred so that she had to focus on Mike and Mike alone, as though anything else would send her spinning off into space. Her mouth opened but she didn’t know what to say.
‘This isn’t going to be some swift and sordid affair, Kara. I’m not interested in knee-tremblers in the back of a car, even if it is hard to resist the urge. I said I wanted to fuck you thoroughly and I mean it. That means I want to know you. Your body and your fantasies through and through.’ He leaned forwards. ‘Am I shocking you?’
Kara bit her lip. ‘A little.’
‘Good. I like it that you’re shockable.’
‘And what about your tastes and fantasies and yada yada yada? What do you want?’ she asked.
‘I should have thought that was obvious.’ Mike took a cigarette from his breast pocket and twisted it between his fingers. He smiled. ‘I want to drive you mad with desire, of course. But first I want to find out which buttons to push.’
Kara laughed. ‘So what, I should write you a laundry list?’
Mike said nothing, twirling the cigarette between his knuckles.
‘Are you going to smoke that thing, or are you practising for the majorettes?’
‘I gave up.’
‘So why do you have one in your pocket?’
Mike gave her a thin smile. ‘Like I was trying to show you, Kara, anticipation is more than half the pleasure. If you knew that I’d booked a room here, for example, with the serious intent of taking you upstairs later and fucking you, you’d start to feel a little … heated.’
Kara swallowed. ‘And have you?’
‘Maybe. But tell me, if I had, what would you imagine?’
‘Uh, you ripping my skirt off and fucking me senseless?’
‘Bullshit.’ Mike shifted in his seat and frowned. ‘Would I be slow and deliberate? Would I be rough? Would I kiss you before I stripped you?’
‘There are people …’ Kara looked urgently over Mike’s shoulder, to where a
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