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should - ” But before Kally
could so much as type the first letter I snatched it out of her hand
and pointedly handed her the spatula.
    Kally was right.
    Have
I done something to offend you, Miss Clara? – E.
    “ Can we
just agree not to speak of this? Let’s have some wine and
celebrate.” I implored Kally as I switched off my phone
altogether and chucked it in my pocket. I had to be professional –
he was my client and I was his lawyer – no matter how beautiful
he was.
    But it was also a Friday night and
I needed a drink.
    *****
    Four hours and three bottles of
wine later, my head felt woozy. The fluffy white rug in the sitting
room was just too comfortable. Kally’s soft breathing was all I
could hear. I sat up, head spinning.
    “ Kal?”
My voice was raspy and hoarse. I looked around. The TV was still on
the music channel – great 90’s hits - but Kally was lying
on her side, sound asleep on the rug.
    I groaned and used the couch to
help me up despite my numb legs. I tried my best to read the time on
the TV but the LED numbers swam before my eyes. The skylight over the
kitchen showed the stars. I stumbled to the kitchen, leaning heavily
against the counter before stumbling to the sink. I pulled my hair
out from around my neck and took a long slug of the cold tap.
    “ Oh man.”
I whispered to myself. I needed to go to bed and I needed to set an
alarm for the morning or I would miss my personal trainer coming over
at noon.
    I was in bed before I felt the lump
in my pocket reminded me to check my phone and set an alarm. The
bright light from switching it on, blinded me momentarily and my
stomach lurched.
    Waiting in my inbox was another
message from Elliot.
    Are
u okay? – E.
    I dropped my
phone on my stomach and rubbed my eyes. My brain was working at a
slower level than usual and I couldn’t even comprehend what
Elliot was asking. Actually, why was
he asking? It was not within his rights to ask. I was Clara Greyson –
and I was able to look after myself. I’d only met him today for
crying out loud! With renewed vigor, I picked up my phone and hit
call.
    “ Clara?”
His voice was like a cool mint over my warm body. I couldn’t
ignore that he sounded concerned.
    “ What do
you mean am I okay?” I demanded – my voice was slurred.
Oh no.
    “ Well, are
you?” His tone was impertinent, and I pouted.
    “ Obvioussssly.”
    “ Have you
been drinking?” The judgment in his tone could not be ignored.
    “ I’m
twenty-six. I can drink.” Now it was my turn to be insolent.
    “ Go to
sleep Clara, rest yourself.”
    The line went dead and I frowned.
Elliot was moody.
    “ Moody
boy.” I whispered to myself.
    That was my final thought before my
eyes closed of their own accord and I drifted away from the world.
    *****
    Elliot’s arm muscles tensed
as he crawled into bed beside me dressed in low hung jeans and no
shirt.
    “ Hello,
kitten.” His voice was succulent as he crept closer to me and
nibbled my ear with his warm tongue. I moved my arm so I was lying on
my side, curling into his taut stomach muscles.
    His mouth found mine with ease and
his tongue was the comforting warmth I needed. He was gentle at first
– hands moving in caresses over my waist, until his fingers
grew tense of my silk night gown. Almost without thought, I moved my
legs to overlap his. One large hand crept over my thigh, squeezing
gently at first, but then changing pace. He moved in the perfect
rhythm of pushing and pulling.
    I moaned into his mouth.
    It was from
that first moan that Elliot’s gentle caresses seemed to break.
His tongue moved with increased vigor until his mouth was at the base
of my throat, kissing – sucking and licking.
    I was encased by the many physical
wants I was feeling at once, and so I lay stunned as Elliot’s
hands moved over the plains of my skin. No touch seemed long enough.
    His hands found my breasts with an
eager squeeze and it was not long until he pulled himself closer to
me, his manhood