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oak floorboards came hurtling up towards me and I
squeezed my eyes shut. I landed in something hard, but soft at the same time,
and gasped as I opened my eyes to find I was suspended in his arms, the pole
firmly wedged against my clit adding to the sudden surge of sex hormones that
flooded that area. His reflective green eyes bore deeply into mine and this
time the look of lust in them was obvious. The heat of his breath caressing my
lips as they parted slightly to take in some air, at the same time mine did. For
a second I thought he was going to dip his head and kiss me, then he suddenly
blinked and his eyes glazed over, like he’d just gone somewhere else for a
moment. He set me down and quickly stepped back.
    ‘There’s an art to slowing down, please don’t use
it again until I’ve the time to show you.’
    ‘You could show me now,’ I offered breathlessly as
I unhooked my ankles, but kept my hands firmly gripping the smooth metal below
them.
    ‘It’s getting late and you’ve had a long day. I
think it would be best if I conclude the tour and leave you to settle in for
the night.’
    ‘Ok,’ I nodded, disappointed. He suddenly seemed
all business like, flirtation time was over. He led me to the kitchen and pointed
out the crockery and utensils and he’d put milk, butter, bacon, eggs and cheese
in the fridge, along with a fresh loaf of bread in the breadbin and supplies of
tea. He pointed out the fancy coffee machine and showed me the capsules for it
and advised me that if I felt up to it in the morning he’d take me to the
nearest town to get my grocery supplies, or I could provide him with a list. He
led me to a door set into the slate wall to the back of the kitchen and there
was a downstairs cloak and utility room, all immaculate and very slick and
modern, and showed me how to work the underfloor heating controls. The door on
the left of the kitchen housed a cinema room with two reclining chairs and a huge
wall of books, which I’d look forward to looking over later.
    As he gestured for me to go upstairs and followed
behind me, I could really feel the change in him. The suggestive, flirty banter
had gone and he seemed a little cold and factual, which hit me where it
shouldn’t. He took me around to the right of the mezzanine, which was laid out
as an office with a comfy leather recliner. The L shaped desk had a section
that faced the large expanse of glass and I could only imagine the view as I
sat there working in daylight and looked forward to seeing it tomorrow. Above
the utility was a small double guest room with an en-suite shower room. Above
the lounge was a stunning open plan bedroom which he steered me past and
through a door at the rear where, over the cinema room, was a combined dressing
room and bathroom. He advised that the range of cupboards on the right would be
mine, but that the ones on the left unfortunately still housed some of the
owners clothes and he’d appreciate my not prying.
    ‘I don’t have enough clothes to fill a quarter of
the allocated space for me, so that’s more than fine,’ I smiled. I walked
across the warm slate floor in my bare feet, underfloor heating was wonderful,
and trailed my fingers around the edges of the solid stone carved egg shaped
bath.
    ‘Bedroom?’ he asked and I felt my stomach contract
again as he gestured to the door. It mirrored the size of the office, the bed
was massive, it had to be a super king sized and faced the glass to take
advantage of whatever views lay out there. Set in the stone wall to my right
was a log burner, which was crackling away, with a small snuggler sofa for two
in front of it and a thick black sheepskin rug. I walked over to the log burner
and crouched down and looked through the window at the flickering orange and
yellow, before looking back up at him towering over me.
    ‘You were going to show me how to control the
heat,’ I reminded him, wondering where all of it in him had gone. I’d felt his
attraction to me as