going?â
âChina.â
âIâd love to go there. Itâs a big country. Thereâs so much to see. Do you have an itinerary?â
âThe Great Wall.â
âA must.â
âForbidden City. Havenât decided beyond that.â
They sipped their wine and talked about China. Before long they were having another glass and then another. She told him about her trip around Vietnam and her travels in Europe and her latest courier job. He talked about the local towns, marketing and tourism. They sat side-by-side. It was cosy on the couch, too comfortable, and suddenly she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
It wasnât quite the way sheâd planned to spend the evening with Ed although she wasnât sure what she hoped for. He was a nice guy, a bit focused on money but she could overlook that. She stifled a yawn then jumped at the sound of a message from her phone. It was from Mandy. Taylor didnât know whether to be irritated or reassured. She wasnât used to people worrying about her. She sent a quick reply to say she was fine.
âSorry Ed. I think I should head back to the motel.â
âUh-oh.â He smirked. âNot the old âmy friend needs meâ trick.â
Taylor pulled away from the arm he had draped loosely across her shoulders.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIsnât that what you girls do? Send a message so you can escape if the guyâs a jerk.â
âNot this girl.â Taylor stood up. She didnât like his mocking tone. âI didnât think you were a jerk but if the cap fitsââ
The cold night air bit through her t-shirt. Her knees were like jelly and her head spun. Damn, sheâd had too much to drink.
âIâm sorry.â Ed stood. âNow I am being a jerk.â He pulled her into his arms. It was warm there and he smelt so good. Taylor put her head on his shoulder, the fight gone out of her as easily as it had flared.
âWeâve been so busy talking I havenât kept track of the drinks,â he said. âI shouldnât drive for a while but Iâve plenty of spare beds if you want to sleep.â
It was not what she wanted. Edâs body wrapped around hers was what she desired but she knew sleep was all she was capable of.Sheâd had very little in the last twenty-four hours and the wine had finished her off.
âIâve got to be up early,â he said. âIâll wake you and drive you back.â
She didnât resist as he led her inside and showed her into a room with a brass double bed. He flicked on a lamp which cast a cosy glow. She sat. The bed was delightfully soft beneath her. He pulled off her shoes and carefully helped her out of her jacket. Her body was sending all kinds of signals that her blurry brain was trying to stifle. Her eyes opened wide as he brushed her lips with his then he gently pushed her back. Her wayward body burnt with desire. He took the blanket from the rail, spread it over her then stepped back. She could see a look in his eyes, a desire that matched her own.
He moved to the door, keeping his gaze on her.
Taylor waited, wanting him to come back and yet anxious he might.
âIâll wake you in a few hours.â He went through the door and closed it softly behind him.
Taylor stared at the ceiling. Was she relieved or disappointed? She certainly had feelings for Ed but was she prepared to go as far as share his bed? She rolled over and flicked off the light. The bed was so comfortable beneath her. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in Edâs embrace.
âHey, sleepyhead.â
Taylorâs eyelids flew open. Hadnât she just shut them? She turned her head. Ed was standing beside the bed. His wet hair was swept back from his forehead and his jaw was freshly shaven. She dragged her gaze to his hand holding out a glass of water. She could smell coffee.
âThereâs coffee on the
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