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cradling her head in her hands, dressed only in a red satin set
that did nothing to dampen the semi I still sported.
    I knocked lightly.
    “Cora? Can I help?”
    She didn’t reply.
    I pushed the door gently. “Cora?”
    She sniffed and wiped away her
tears on the back of her hand. “What are you doing up here, Johnny?”
    “I went to put my cup in the
kitchen and heard crying. What’s up?”
    “It’s not your concern.” She
snatched at the dress lying at her side and pulled it over her head without
thinking, ending up in a tangled up mess, with half of the dress snagged on the
back of her head and arms everywhere. I stepped over and attempted to unhook
her from the twisted cloth. “Here, let me at least help you with this.”
    She stood and recoiled from my touch.
“I’m fine,” she said, tangling herself further.
    “No you’re not. Stop being so
fucking pig-headed and stand still.”
    She sighed and allowed me to
remove the dress. I shook it out and lifted it back over her head. With my
assistance, it fell into place with ease.
    I zipped it together at the rear
and stood back to admire the view. “There, that’s better,” I said. The red
material emphasized her slight tan and highlighted her eyes. She looked so
beautiful I wanted to rip the dress straight back off, lick the tears from her
face, and carry on licking until there was no part of her left untasted.
    “Thank you. You can leave now.”
    “Not until you tell me what’s
upsetting you.”
    She grabbed a tissue and dabbed
her face, then picked up a hairbrush to run it through her blonde waves.
“You’re persistent, aren’t you?”
    “Yep.” When I made my mind up
about something, it pretty much stuck in my brain and refused to leave. My stubbornness
wasn’t as bad as Kendrick’s, but sometimes it was a necessity, and, this time, I
hoped mine would get me into a whole other kind of trouble than his usually did.
    “Why are you so interested?”
    “I thought we were friends.
Friends confide in each other.”
    The hairbrush landed on the glass
top of the dressing table with a clatter, as she turned to face me. “Okay,
friend. What if I said I was due at the solicitor’s in an hour to sign the
final divorce papers?” Her bottom lip quivered. It was full and inviting, and I
wondered what it would be like to suck on it.
    “I’d ask if you needed some
company.” She glared at me, as if not quite understanding. “Do you? Because I’d
be happy to go with you.” I stepped closer.
    “I can’t think of anything more
inappropriate,” she said. Her lip quivered again, and I wanted to sweep her
into my arms and tell her everything was going to work out. Tell her, her
two-timing bastard of a husband had never deserved her. But I resisted and
settled for running the back of my fingers lightly down her arm. Her skin was
as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. Just brushing it made my blood pump. Fuck. I
wanted more. But I wanted her to want it too, and to get that, I needed to get
a mental grip on my dick. “It’s personal,” she said.
    “Well. You know where to find me,
if you feel like talking when you get back.” I smiled, backing out of the door
to give her the alone time she’d asked for.
    A little more than an hour later,
the side bed was neatly cleared, and I was satisfied I’d done a decent
morning’s work. Cora had left the door unlocked, to enable me to help myself to
a drink, and I didn’t want to leave the house unattended in her absence, so I
wandered inside to take a look around. Everywhere was decorated in muted shades
of cream and beige, with small splashes of colour added by way of soft
furnishings. Expensive looking ornaments were specifically placed for dramatic
effect, and modern art adorned the walls. It was a classy joint and must have
cost a packet to fit out. I glanced down at my dirt covered jeans and the soil
under my fingernails. Butt stains and fingerprints would not be well received. I
needed a shower, badly.