Free Love in Her Dreams by Isobelle Cate Page A

knew that if she joined him, she'd never be able to leave.
    After all, this was just a
dream.
    Tamsyn sat up on the mattress and
turned to look at the pillow where his head had lain. She bent down to smell
the pillow one last time and left the bed. His scent of musk, Hugo Boss
cologne, and their own unique scent of sex surrounded her like a diaphanous
gown of sated desire. By the time he came out of the shower, she'd be gone. He
knew that.
    They both knew that.

 
    * * * *

 
    Tamsyn’s dream was becoming more real
every night. The first time he invaded her thoughts, sensations ran through her
body. Sensations producing a fire in her womb and thrumming in her sex. Her
mind went into overdrive as her senses clicked, bringing her body erotic bliss
at the feel of his touch. But it was just a trace of a touch. Like a sensual
mist that caressed her skin. Warming it. Heating it. Until ecstasy consumed her
when she screamed her release and he shouted his own climax. A conflagration
that consumed them both until the satisfied sighs, heated breaths, and thudding
hearts returned to a semblance of normalcy. Of quiet.
    Of reality.
    Tamsyn entered the bathroom. Her own
bathroom. She turned the tap before entering the shower stall. As the warm
spray caressed her body, sliding against the orange water scented gel, she
closed her eyes. She imagined her mystery lover’s hands on her skin. Palming
her breasts, shaping her waist, before parting her thighs to play with her
sweet nub. The shower’s steam took her hot breath with it to swirl around her.
Her body heated and she was so sure he was there with her. But when she opened
her eyes it wasn’t his hands that caressed her. It was her own.
    Groaning in disappointment she
finished her shower. Once she got out of the cubicle and wrapped a towel around
her body, her mind drifted to the things she had to do especially after the law
firm she worked for told her to take a week off. Not that she was complaining. It
was high time she took a break from the crazy, unstable legal world. The
recession made finding jobs in law firms more cutthroat than it already was. Tamsyn had to get away from Gemma Dobson, a boss who worked
her to the bone, but it wasn’t only that. Gemma passed Tamsyn’s work as her own and collected the accolades and pay that rightfully belonged to Tamsyn . Gemma knew she could get away with it because
she was screwing the senior partner. No one complained. After all, they needed
their jobs. Tamsyn was grateful for having the job in
the firm for two years, but she wasn't too keen on working for her boss.   Gemma was a lazy sloth who made the most of
her long, unending, and unblemished legs, a tiny waist, long black hair that
reached the middle of her back.   She had
a pair of “come to me” eyes and boobs, although not as big as Dolly Parton's,
big enough for men to ogle at. Everyone knew she was cosmetically enhanced.
    Dimly Tamsyn heard the phone ring in the bedroom. She quickly got out of the shower and dried
herself.
    “ Ow !”
    Tamsyn grimaced when she stubbed her
toe on the steel pole of the laundry hamper on her way out. She tossed the
towel on the bed and walked naked to pick up the portable phone.
    “Yes!”
    “ Ooohhhh ,
a breathless yes,” the voice on the end of the line exclaimed. “Someone with
you?”
    “Tia! Shit, you made me stub my
toe,” Tamsyn complained, wincing as she hobbled
toward the bed and lifted her foot to check the offending part.
    “You're overreacting.” Tia
laughed.
    “No, I'm not. I just got out of
the shower,” Tamsyn said as she sighed. “Why'd you
call?”
    “I wanted to know if you'd like
to go out today.”
    “Thanks, Tia. That's a nice
gesture, but I've got a lot of things to do. I won't be good company.”
    “Oh, Tams, you have to get out.”
    “I will. It's just that I'd like
to get started on the flat now that I've got time on my hands.”
    “No thanks to that Gemma,” Tia
retorted.
    “She isn't exactly the