Free Target (An erotic romantic novella) by Rosie L Page A

could paint out here, it is so inspiring, two weeks would not be enough, you would need years.”
    “You could move here and open a gallery,” he remarked and she laughed.
    “That would be amazing, could you imagine it?” she asked, glancing at him at catching his eyes.  “Painting at the weekends, sat out here, then selling them during the week.”  She laughed.  “That Rick Hemmingway is what dreams are for.”
    “Well, you never know,” he said, with a smile.
    “No, you never know,” she repeated in a whisper.
    They stopped outside a small Devonshire country pub.  Rick got out and took Sarah’s hand as she jumped down from her seat.
    “Rick this is so pretty,” she said, admiring the quaint thatched building, as he led her inside.  Despite a being a bright sunny day, the pub was dark inside.  It was full of wooden beams and horse brasses, and pictures hung on the wall of how the pub looked a hundred years ago, not much different, Sarah concluded.
    “Inside or outside,” he asked.  “Oh just so you know outside has a view to the sea.”
    “Outside, definitely,” she replied.  Rick headed out the back door and found them a table with an amazing view over the sea.
    “Just look at that view,” she purred happily.
    “Mr Hemmingway, are you here for lunch,” a young girl asked, standing next to their table, in her hand she held t wo menus.
    “Yes please Jane thanks,” he said, taking the menus from her.
    “I’ll give you a few minutes; can I get you a drink?”
    “Sarah?” he asked, glancing to her.
    “Southern comfort and lemonade, please,” she replied, smiling at the girl.
    “I’ll have a shandy, thanks,” he said.
    “Is there anyone who does not know you?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.  Rick laughed and double raised his eyebrows at her, if only she knew – and she would tonight.
    “What can I say, it’s a good pub.  When you find a good one, keep it, that’s my motto,” he said slyly, but she did not cotton to what he was saying, she was busy reading the menu.
    “So what will you have,” Rick asked, she glanced up at him, her eyes lingering on his.
    “Lasagne, and salad, thanks.”
    “Mmm,” he said, looking at menu.  “Good choice, I think I’ll have the same.”
    Rick ordered and discretely asked the girl to stick it all on his tab.  She gave him a smile and a nod, and headed to the kitchen.
    Sarah looked at Rick as she ate, and she knew she had fallen, head of heels in love with him. It was ridiculous she knew, but she could not help it, he was so gorgeous, and she was wishing the afternoon away so that they would have their little rendezvous in the woods.  She swallowed, and felt her body tingling at just the thought of it.  When it came to sex she had never really gone beyond the standard, kiss, cuddle and sex on a bed, but with Rick she had already done it in a cave, on a beach, and tonight, in the woods.  Hell, she would do it anyway with him.
    He smiled at her.
    “Nice,” he asked, indicating to her lunch.
    “Delicious, yours?” she asked.  He nodded, his eyes catching hers.  He wondered whether to ask her to wear the red Basque and stockings tonight, he did not want to frighten her into thinking he was some crazed sex monster, but just the thought of her wearing it made his cock suddenly harden.  He shifted on his seat and took a long gulp of his shandy.
    “That was really nice, thank you Rick,” she said, pushing her plate away from her.
    “You’re welcome,” he replied, still pondering whether to ask her.
    “Sarah, you know what we have planned for tonight,” he said, a little apprehensively.  She smiled, and felt herself flush.
    “Yes Rick.”
    “Well I was just wondering , and if you don’t want to that’s fine,” he said, taking hold of her hand.  “I don’t want to rush you or anything,” he added.
    “Rick, what is it,” she laughed, seeing the embarrassment in his eyes.
    “Well, you know yesterday when we were in that