Page 26 of Spiralling Skywards
I passed her the paper cup containing the chocolate, and she transferred it into one of the cup and saucers sitting next to the kettle on the desk.
I did the same with one of the coffees, grabbed the biscuits, and then moved to sit on the bed. Kicking off my shoes, I sat with my back against the headboard and my legs stretched out in front of me.
I watched her look from the table and chairs to the bed and could almost hear her brain ticking over as she battled with herself over where to sit.
“Come and sit down, I don’t bite—much.” I winked, hopefully reassuring her that I was joking.
She kicked off the sky-high black heels with red soles that she’d been wearing and hesitated for another second. I put my cup down on the chest of drawers next to the bed and held out my hand to help her onto the bed, which I knew wasn’t going to be easy considering how tight her skirt was. Instead she passed me her cup to hold and climbed on without my assistance.
Once she was settled in next to me, I passed her cup back to her and opened the biscuits.
“These things are lethal,” she stated, taking three from the packet I offered her.
“Bloody oath they are. I’ve been getting through a pack every other day since I got here. I need to get my fat arse to a gym sometime soon.”
She finally looked me in the eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with your arse, it looks . . . I mean, not that I’ve looked or anything but . . .” My smile grew bigger the more she floundered.
“You been looking at my arse, pretty girl? No worries, coz I can hardly take my eyes from yours, and when I do, it’s only to look at the rest of ya.”
I gave her a wink and waited for her response, wondering if I’d gone too far again. Instead my mouth fell open as she dunked her biscuit into her hot chocolate then shoved more than half of it into her mouth with anmmmsort of sound that went straight to my dick.
“That’s gross,” I told her.
“Nah, it’s the only way to eat a Hob Nob. Only way to eat most biscuits actually. You should try it. Tastes just as good with coffee or tea. Milk even.”
“Na, I’m good thanks.”
“Your loss.”
“I’ll survive,” I replied quietly, not actually sure that I would as I watched her little pink tongue dart from her mouth and lick chocolate from her lip.
We were sitting close enough to each other our shoulders were touching. If I got a hard-on, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it, so I moved my cup and held it with both hands across my lap.
“You’re very direct, ya know? With the things you say. Is that an Aussie thing or just you?”
She was obviously still drunk and more than a little brave, but at least she wasn’t crying.
“You ask a lot of questions, ya know? Is that an English thing or just you?”
She smiled a smile that lit up her eyes and made that dimple appear, before looking down into her cup. She finished off her hot chocolate before speaking again.
“I’m so sorry for my little outburst earlier. I shouldn’t have drunk so much, it makes me emotional.”
I took her empty cup from her hand and placed it on the table beside me and pulled her to sit across my lap. I really wanted to move her to straddle me, but I didn’t think she was quite ready for that.
“You wanna tell me what it was all about? I’m really sorry that I upset you, but I’d like to know what I did so I can make sure it never happens again.”
“Again? You mean that despite my melt down tonight, you’d be interested in doing this again?”
“I absolutely want to do this again, but stop changing the subject and tell me what happened? What made you cry so hard? I hated seeing that, and I hated even more that I caused it.”
Her eyes fluttered closed for a split second and something shifted in my heart, in my head? I actually couldn’t pinpoint where inside me or what this strange sensation was, but I knew right then that she would always be my pretty girl.
“It’s long and complicated and my issue. It wasn’t what you said, it was me overreacting.”
“I’d still like to know.”
She shook her head. “It’s late, I’m tired and still have too much wine in my system. One day, if we ever get to have our ‘again’ and I’ve not had too much to drink, maybe then I’ll tell you all about it.”
