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away when we started getting more vigorous
and his hands left my face to clutch at my body. ‘Damn it, Ellie,’ he groaned.
    ‘You still have a working hand,’ I replied, as I pecked
him on the lips again and bounded to the bathroom, locking myself in. I had a
cooler than normal shower to try and dampen the longing building up inside me,
which was made even harder as I heard him groaning loudly next door and
imagined him stroking himself. I couldn’t wait to fall into bed with him, for
him to fuck me as well as I recalled, as well as those memories I’d relived day
after day. By the time I was dry with some mascara on and smooth sleek hair,
dressed in a maxi dress with flat sandals ready for the heat, he was tucking
into an enormous breakfast.
    ‘Finally. I thought you were never coming out. I
ordered you scrambled egg and bacon and some muesli.’
    ‘Thank you. Room service didn’t care that I had a
deep masculine voice again?’
    ‘Organised via my Manager who brought it up
himself. I told him I had a hooker and was trying to be discreet,’ he smirked.
    ‘Very funny,’ I replied as I took a seat and
uncovered my plate.
    ‘You look beautiful this morning. Not that you
don’t look beautiful all the time.’
    ‘Thank you,’ I smiled shyly at him. How had the
sexiest guy on the face of the planet fallen for me?
    ‘No compliment back?’
    ‘Please, like your ego needs stroking.’
    ‘You have a point, but I do have something else
that needs stroking,’ he replied as he slid back on his chair and spread his
thighs, giving me a clear glimpse of his boxer clad erection.
    ‘I thought I heard you doing that earlier.’
    ‘I told you that I have a high sexual appetite.
Higher since you came on the scene.’
    ‘Can’t you employ someone to sort that erection
out, with your millions?’ I teased, as I tucked into my breakfast, determined
not to touch him until I knew for sure his wife wasn’t going to come back from
the virtual dead, like Bobby Ewing, and cause more problems with Dan feeling he
“owed” her something.
    ‘Hmmm. Not a bad idea. There is this little blonde
in the village that might be up for it,’ he winked. I scowled at him as I ate,
bristling at the thought of any other woman having their hands on him.
    ‘So are you sure about today?’ I asked hesitantly.
    ‘I guess,’ he shrugged, as the humour and
horniness quickly drained from his face.
    ‘I don’t want to force you Dan, but equally I’m
not prepared to go any further with you until I’m clear.’
    ‘You can’t just take my word for it?’ he asked,
then sighed as I raised my eyebrows at him. ‘No, after what I’ve done of course
you can’t. I’m an honest guy Ellie, everything that I concealed from you was
more a misdirection or avoidance. I can’t think of one instance where I flat
out lied to you.’
    ‘I know but you went about things in a seriously
wrong way. This will put my mind at rest that there are no more deceptions,
then we can talk about the future. Ok?’
    ‘As you wish.’
    ‘That’s on the no list,’ I laughed. ‘I hate that expression.’
     
    I could feel the tension returning to him as he
drove the Land Rover down the mountain. At least it was daylight and there was
no ice or snow, but I felt nervous. This wasn’t your usual situation, going to
your potential boyfriend’s parents in law’s house, to see their comatose
daughter, who was still married to said potential boyfriend. Dan told me that
during his two hour visits he’d spend time with Moira, talking about his
business as it was the only subject that he felt passionate enough about to
talk about for a long time. He did spend time talking to her parents, Theo and
Florie who he assured me had been nagging him to date. Apparently someone, not
Dan, had told them that their daughter wasn’t a virgin and that she’d lied
about using protection to try and get pregnant. They’d been blaming Dan for
corrupting her, until someone set them