Free The Sensual Revolution by Kayler Holmes Page B

I had rubbed a recently stripped wall and then scratched my nose! As you can imagine I was a sight for sore eyes, in that anyone looking at me would end up with sore eyes because I felt as if I looked that disgusting!
    Around nine o’clock after several hours of pacing and worrying there was a knock on the door (the doorbell was disconnected) and I opened it to a beautiful sight. The man standing there was absolutely drop dead gorgeous, so of course I became all flustered and turned into a babbling fool! Mentally cursing my ineptness I invited him in and immediately screwed up again by offering him a cup of tea. His eyebrows shot up and he started asking me if the electricity was turned off as agreed. Groaning I buried my head in my hands, took several deep breaths and then dared to look up at him, convinced that on top of my dishevelled state I was also now as red as a tomato! Grey eyes, creased with humour met mine and a huge grin broke out on his face.
    “Lemonade?” I inquired trying to sound dignified and composed and failing miserably.
    He nodded and told me that lemonade would be just fine and following me into the kitchen he leaned casually against the door frame watching me get glasses out of the cupboard and pouring the drink. Once I had served us both he started asking me to show him around the house so that he could see for himself everything that needed to be done and how easy or hard that would be. I couldn’t help myself as soon as he said hard, I glanced down at the bulge in his trousers, then realised what I had done and immediately resumed the tomato face! Despite my earlier optimism I had a feeling this was going to be a long day.
    Excusing myself to him, once he had seen everywhere and was happy with everything I headed into my bedroom and flung myself face down on the mattress on the floor groaning at my folly. As if a gorgeous sexy man like him would even look twice at a fat, ugly lump like me. Of course this made me feel sorry for myself and get all down and dejected, before my sense of humour reasserted itself and I couldn’t stop laughing at what a tit I had made of myself.
    I didn’t hear him come into the room, I had my head buried in my pillow to muffle the sounds of laughing in case he heard and thought me even more insane that I had already appeared. I didn’t hear him, but some inner sense but have alerted me because I looked up and over my shoulder to see him striding right over to the mattress an inquisitive look on his face. To my mortified horror (at first at least) he sat down on the bed beside me and started talking to me. Bearing in mind that at this point I was completely innocent of all sexual experiences you can imagine my amazement when he started stroking my arm as he talked. He asked me if I had a boyfriend or anything and then expressed surprise that such a beautiful woman could be single.
    Surprise doesn’t even cover it, I was so stunned that I blurted out that I had never had a boyfriend; I was never likely to get a boyfriend and that beautiful had never been a word used to describe me before not even by those that loved me most. And then to cap it all I promptly burst into tears!
    Although inside my mind emotions and hormones were jumping up and down to get my attention, trying to highlight the stroking and the word beautiful, for some reason I didn’t seem able to stop crying. He just sat there for a few minutes and then gathered me close in his arms and started stroking my hair. I tried to explain about everything, my Mum and Dad situation, boarding school the lot, it came out in a huge rush, while inside me my hormones were all burying their head in their hands and groaning. I didn’t even know this man’s name, I looked a complete mess, with red, puffy eyes and now I was blurting out my life story to this extremely attractive stranger. If I had known that the something big that was coming was this… I would have, I don’t know duct taped my mouth shut or