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morning and already she could feel the
stirrings of lust. It was ridiculous how much she fancied the man
snoring gently in the next room
    Helen gulped down the last of
her coffee, tidied her breakfast plate away into the dishwasher and
wiped the breakfast bar. Pushing back her shoulders she took a deep
breath and headed into the lounge, espresso in hand.
    She knelt down on the floor by
the sofa and wafted the coffee near Daniel’s nose, letting the
powerful scent of Columbia’s finest freshly ground brew do the work
of bringing him to consciousness. After a few moments he stirred,
turning his head groggily, creases on his face from the stitching
on the sofa.
    Helen found herself fighting
the urge to giggle. With effort she managed to school her features
into a look of sympathy as she offered him the cup. “Coffee? We
fell asleep on the sofa!”
    Daniel’s brows drew close and
his eyes darkened.
    “You’re dressed.” His voice
echoed in the quiet room.
    “I woke a short while ago so I
decided to brew the coffee before I roused you.” His eyes were
still dark so she hastily added, “I thought I’d pop to the gym,
give you a chance to go back to bed by yourself.”
    She knew he would also be
frisky and would want a re-run of the previous night. Thinking
quickly she added, “It’s the Award Dinner tonight; you won’t want
to be tired in case you need to make a speech.”
    With an inward gust of relief
she saw his brain computing this information and coming to a
decision.
    “You’re right; I should get a
few more hours’ sleep. Thank you, you think of everything.” He
pushed himself up into a sitting position, not bothering to cover
his nakedness, and reached out to stroke her cheek.
    Helen’s innards melted at the
unexpected gesture and the temptation to stay grew, alongside a
sudden surge of desire. Just in time a voice in the back of her
mind said loudly, Er, the Shoot, Helen?
    She settled for returning the
gesture, stroking his slightly stubbled cheek before running her
hand down his chest. She leaned over and gave his semi-erect cock a
quick suck before grinning up at him and saying, “Rest well, my
love, I’ll be back after lunch.”
    He reached out a hand as if to
detain her so she added, “We can run through your speech, make sure
you haven’t forgotten anything, you know, just in case?”
    Daniel looked torn and for a
tense moment Helen thought he would give in to the urgings of his
eager cock. Then her words seeped through his hangover and he
nodded once. Not wanting to miss her moment Helen pecked him on the
cheek and headed for the door.
     
    Once outside the apartment Helen
paused to collect herself, relieved to have escaped without a dozen
questions from Daniel. A quick glance at her watch told her she had
less than an hour to cross London and get to the rendezvous on
time. She started walking briskly towards Fleet Street, smiling at
the silence of Maughan library. Even as a student she had loved the
stillness of the campus on a Saturday morning.
    Helen thought about how much
Daniel hated having his expensive apartment so close to her old
student stomping ground.
    It’s as if it devalues his
achievements somehow. Like any student, even a Kings College one,
could afford to live in his pad! He is a funny one.
    Inhaling the fresh morning air
Helen felt her heart lift and her head clear, easing the knot in
her stomach. She loved the walk to the nearest tube stop at
Victoria Embankment, although today she hurried along barely aware
of the beautiful buildings that on a normal day filled her with
delight. Growing up surrounded by the farmlands of Devon she still
found the towering edifices of even the most mundane London street
inspiring.
    Her apartment near Earl’s Court
was in a Victorian terrace on a long crescent with attractive
portico entrances for every pair of houses. She thought about her
flat; a tiny one-bed on the second floor, with a large kitchen
window that caught the sun. She missed