‘As I was saying… you look…’ he sighed and took a more blatant sweep of my body in the short, tight dress that I knew accentuated my figure.
Within a split moment he’d spun me around, buried his face in the crook of my neck and cupped my breast with a firm yet playful hand. ‘I can’t believe you’re actually here,’ he moaned into my ear and nipped at my ear lobe before turning me around to face him.
I just stood still, stared into his eyes, challenging him, before allowing the inevitable kiss to happen.
A noise outside the door caused us to immediately part, like we’d been burnt. He sat down by the dressing table and I stood looking very casually out of the window. In the end, nobody came in – and yet we stayed apart.