Free Instruction in Seduction by Judy Jarvie Page A

hers before he pulled them away with his teeth.
    Nick smiled. “You’re amazing,” he told her.
    He placed his fingers on the warm bead of her core and pulsed there. It made Ailsa squirm and gasp.
    He touched her in her hottest place. Letting his fingers trace and linger.
    Ailsa felt the breath leave her in shaky gasps. She felt him answer by removing his clothing.
    Ailsa’s need was fierce. It was frustrating too. She’d never felt this way before.
    “You’re little short of wonderful.”
    “Oh Nick, don’t stop. Or talk.”
    There was an urgent unexpected knock on the door outside.
    “Mr Palmer. You have unanswered urgent calls. Your son is in hospital. Your wife needs you to return her call. You mobile phone is switched to off. Mr Palmer.” Again the knocking was insistent.
    Nick winced but sprang to standing and stood debilitated and half clothed.
    “Coming shortly!” he called out.
    “Not any more we’re not,” she whispered.
    His breathing came in hard, sharp gasps. His face looked taut but still handsome as anything.
    Shock froze Ailsa rigid. Nick looked utterly confused at what he should do.
    “Don’t let your son down.” Ailsa ordered. “Put your clothes back on first.”
    She put her hand out to retrieve her clothes from the edge of the bed and began to haul them on. To restore order. “You’d better go. You’re wanted by your wife and son.”
    “Ailsa…it’s not …” His face may be pleading but she turned her back.
    “I don’t want to hear it.”
    He said roughly, “At least give me a chance to explain.”
    “Let’s call it a night and learn to leave history alone.”
    Well alone. In a dark, quiet lonely corner.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    Ailsa went to the lobby, called a cab and went directly home.
    She didn’t pass ‘Go’ or collect £200. But she felt like she’d just been played for a sucker at Edinburgh Monopoly and Nick had bought up all the hotels on Princes Street.
    The way she saw it she’d had a reprieve. A lucky reprieve from a man with a son and a wife he’d conveniently left in the dusty attic of his conscience while he made love to her in a posh hotel in Scotland.
    She told Lisa the summary details on her return home; minus the graphic ‘on bed minus clothing’ exploits. She needed an ally even if only for moral high ground and talk it through therapy.
    “Oh well,” Lisa said, flicking on the kettle switch to boil up a brew with an ‘it’ll be okay once the embarrassment’s faded’ smile. “At least you didn’t sleep with him. Look on the bright side, mind you, I’m not sure if not sleeping with a man like Nick really is a bright side.”
    “Thanks,” Ailsa breathed. “I must remember never to consult you again when my ego’s suffered a lethal blow and I feel like telling the world to let me get off.”
    Wise words from the friend who’d been urging her towards that very deed from the word go.
    “And,” said Lisa. Her friend was always good at looking on the bright side even when there wasn’t one, “Now you’re free to work for Johnny tonight doing a Ghost Tour, someone’s called off sick. He’ll call again.”
    Ailsa sighed. She refrained from enlightening her friend on the awkward truth that she and Nick had strayed oh so very temptingly close to really sleeping together they could taste it, smell it, breathe it and wish.
    He’d helped her along with seduction to such a degree that she’d seized the gauntlet, the baton and the swing of things to the point that frustration still rung loud as turbo church bells in her brain.
    An experience that was extremely, earth-tremor inspiringly pleasurable if she were honest. But the ethical issues were mortifying. Now she just felt dirty and deceived.
    “What are you whispering about?” Andy’s voice echoed from the sitting room sofa. A sofa, Ailsa mused, he was occupying a little too regularly and a little too much of these days. “Hot gossip?”
    Ailsa wondered if Andy actually had a