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Possessive. Like you are his girlfriend.”
    Her heart sang at the concept.
    She wanted to be his girlfriend, and badly.
    “ Did you ever see his fiancée in here?” she probed.
    “ Ya, many times...”
    “ What was she like?”
    “ Blond, tall, beautiful. Lovely clothes... My type exactly.”
    “ Ha ha, I bet!”
    A couple arrived at the bar and Ali moved off to serve them.
     
    She arrived in the foyer at a few minutes after twelve and was pleased to see his car was already parked outside. She slid in next to him and leaned over and kissed his cheek.
    “Sir Galahad looks very handsome on his horse.”
    “ And Guinevere looks very sexy in her jeans.”
    They both laughed as he drove off.
    She had expected tonight to be the night. But it wasn't to be. He had other ideas. He stopped to drop her outside her door. She tried to hide her disappointment as he brushed back her curls with his fingers and pecked her cheek.
    “ I'll see you sometime, then,” she said sulkily, opening the door to get out.
    He held onto her arm to stop her from leaving and she sat back in the seat and shut the door again, turning towards him.  He switched the engine off, undid his seatbelt and turned to face her properly.
    “Ali... I'm away for a while, from tomorrow, at De Beers head office. I don't want to take you back to mine and then disappear for days, okay? It's not the right time.”
    Her mind swam with relief for a moment. He was just being thoughtful. 
    “I'm back on Thursday afternoon. Can you get the day off work?”
    “ I'll try. Give me your phone. I'll put my number in.” He handed it to her and she added herself to his contacts.
    “ Now give me yours,” he said, and she held it out to him as he put his number in.
    “ Text me when you get home, okay?... Anyway, I forgot to ask my burning question... How's the big clean up going?”
    “ It's coming along nicely. Claudine has made a very noticeable difference already. She's very organised, isn't she?”
    “ She used to be a secretary. I suppose it all stems from that. She's also OCD clean and tidy and more genned up on the garden than Sir Alan Titchmarsh. You have the perfect person to keep your life in order Mr R... I'd keep her happy if I were you.”
    “ I will, but I'd rather keep you happy...”
    “ But work gets in the way... Shame about that...” She smiled at him wistfully, “I'd better go in. I'm sure Mum's dying to dish the dirt on you and your house. She’s still up, the light's on.” She gestured with her thumb.
    He leaned towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
    “Stay with me, just for a minute,” he said as his lips brushed her cheek.
    They trailed a line down from her ear to her neck. Then up again, nipping at her along the way. She closed her eyes as he nibbled at her ear lobe gently and lapped inside her ear. She was blazing hot in seconds and shaking all over. Her insides tingled, her stomach muscles tensed, and her vagina squeezed so tightly she thought it might just be fused like that forever, welded together with the intense heat he was whipping up inside her. Her hands grabbed at his hair, messing it up, and raking her open fingers through its soft silkiness, over and over.
    It was all too much, this arousing assault on her ears and neck.
    She grabbed his ears and pulled his face up to hers.
    “I want you to make love to me,” she whispered. She hoped and prayed this what he wanted to hear. Not a trace of smut or common vulgarity, just the plain truth.
    “ Ali... I don't....” he began, looking into her wide, blue, lust soaked eyes. “Oh damn...”
    Then it started to get really heated.
    He took her face in his hands and kissed her with a mission.
    Whatever had gone on between them before, in the cab, was nothing compared to this. She burned for him. Every last part of her body was on fire. His tongue played with hers so sensually it took her breath away. Her eyes rolled in her head at the sensations coursing through her. His