Sinossi
Warning: Contains some scenes of an explicitly sexual nature.
Barbara Edwards goes for an interview for a position at a prestigious law firm, and finds herself face-to-face with her former lover. How can she win him back? Complications arise when her former boss seduces her and gives her the best sex she's had in years. What's a girl to do? Is a man in the hand worth two in the bush? Or should she take a wild risk to manipulate her first love into returning to her? And how can she do it without hurting anyone?
SAMPLE EXTRACT
David was right; he didn’t live too far away, but we had to walk up two flights of stairs in the building to get to his front door. I was panting for breath as we walked inside.
“Tired?” he asked.
“No. Just... out of breath.”
“Thank goodness for that. I didn’t want you falling asleep on me just as soon as you get between my sheets.”
I smiled, and he moved closer.
“...And I’ve been dreaming about having you between my sheets for the last six months,” he added in my ear.
We kissed again; he pressed me against the wall and pushed his hips against mine. This man is demanding, I thought. But I can meet his demands. Gladly. Then he picked me up, carried me into his living room as if I were a trophy, and laid me gently on his sofa. Feeling languorous, I kicked off my shoes ready to abandon myself.
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“That would be nice. Thank you.”
He disappeared into the kitchen, and it gave me the chance to look round his walls. There were dozens of books, those on the shelves closest to me were all on the subjects of business and management, and it seemed a typical man’s house: no ornaments. Then my eyes alighted on a couple of large portrait photographs.
“Are those of your wife?” I asked as he brought in the coffees and set them down.
“Yes. I suppose I ought to take them down now. I just couldn’t be bothered.”
Or perhaps he was still carrying a torch for her, I thought. Maybe he was hoping to get her back one day. I wanted to know everything about her, and why they had split up. But now was not the time to ask. One thing began to trouble me: her face seemed to look remarkably like mine. Don’t be a fool, I told myself. You’re just imagining things.
He put on some music on the CD player and then joined me on the sofa; I turned round and lay on its full length, with my back resting on his lap. I felt him play gently with my hair as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
I wondered how many other women he had entertained in his home; had Sandra been here? There were a hundred things I wanted to know about him, but not now. I didn’t want to say anything that might spoil tonight. Here, at his place, he could do whatever he wanted with me – within reason – just so long as I could keep him for a little while. Until I could be sure about Peter.
I closed my eyes and bathed in the sounds of the CD, and caressed his cheek. I felt his hand move slowly up inside my skirt and come to rest over my crotch, still moist from our wild episode against the wall in the alleyway on our walk here.
“Happy?” he asked.
“Yes. Very.” And it was the truth. I’d felt frustrated for so long. I hadn’t had sex with a guy for five years, and I was going to get it tonight. With my former boss. Sure, there was the possibility of getting back together again with Peter, but nothing could be certain. I had this chance with David, and I mustn’t let it pass me by. I had secretly watched this man in action with Sandra; I wanted his body. And I wanted to be his woman tonight.
Barbara Edwards goes for an interview for a position at a prestigious law firm, and finds herself face-to-face with her former lover. How can she win him back? Complications arise when her former boss seduces her and gives her the best sex she's had in years. What's a girl to do? Is a man in the hand worth two in the bush? Or should she take a wild risk to manipulate her first love into returning to her? And how can she do it without hurting anyone?
SAMPLE EXTRACT
David was right; he didn’t live too far away, but we had to walk up two flights of stairs in the building to get to his front door. I was panting for breath as we walked inside.
“Tired?” he asked.
“No. Just... out of breath.”
“Thank goodness for that. I didn’t want you falling asleep on me just as soon as you get between my sheets.”
I smiled, and he moved closer.
“...And I’ve been dreaming about having you between my sheets for the last six months,” he added in my ear.
We kissed again; he pressed me against the wall and pushed his hips against mine. This man is demanding, I thought. But I can meet his demands. Gladly. Then he picked me up, carried me into his living room as if I were a trophy, and laid me gently on his sofa. Feeling languorous, I kicked off my shoes ready to abandon myself.
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“That would be nice. Thank you.”
He disappeared into the kitchen, and it gave me the chance to look round his walls. There were dozens of books, those on the shelves closest to me were all on the subjects of business and management, and it seemed a typical man’s house: no ornaments. Then my eyes alighted on a couple of large portrait photographs.
“Are those of your wife?” I asked as he brought in the coffees and set them down.
“Yes. I suppose I ought to take them down now. I just couldn’t be bothered.”
Or perhaps he was still carrying a torch for her, I thought. Maybe he was hoping to get her back one day. I wanted to know everything about her, and why they had split up. But now was not the time to ask. One thing began to trouble me: her face seemed to look remarkably like mine. Don’t be a fool, I told myself. You’re just imagining things.
He put on some music on the CD player and then joined me on the sofa; I turned round and lay on its full length, with my back resting on his lap. I felt him play gently with my hair as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
I wondered how many other women he had entertained in his home; had Sandra been here? There were a hundred things I wanted to know about him, but not now. I didn’t want to say anything that might spoil tonight. Here, at his place, he could do whatever he wanted with me – within reason – just so long as I could keep him for a little while. Until I could be sure about Peter.
I closed my eyes and bathed in the sounds of the CD, and caressed his cheek. I felt his hand move slowly up inside my skirt and come to rest over my crotch, still moist from our wild episode against the wall in the alleyway on our walk here.
“Happy?” he asked.
“Yes. Very.” And it was the truth. I’d felt frustrated for so long. I hadn’t had sex with a guy for five years, and I was going to get it tonight. With my former boss. Sure, there was the possibility of getting back together again with Peter, but nothing could be certain. I had this chance with David, and I mustn’t let it pass me by. I had secretly watched this man in action with Sandra; I wanted his body. And I wanted to be his woman tonight.
