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tone was sombre, but still there was something charming about him. By the end of the call it sounded as though he had convinced Amanda that Patti had witnessed a serious traffic accident during lunchtime and that she had helped one of the victims to hospital and was required to give a full statement to the police.
    â€˜I’ll never be able to keep all those lies up,’ Patti told him when he had finished.
    Tom smiled. ‘You will,’ he said, ‘because you have to. Now, why don’t you come into the room? Are you afraid of me?’
    Patti considered her reply and then nodded. That made him smile.
    â€˜It’s not me you’re afraid of, is it?’ he told her.
    She hesitated for a moment, and then walked fully into the room. He was right, of course, but that made it no easier to handle the situation. ‘Aren’t you afraid of Sarah finding out?’ she asked, stopping directly in front of him. She looked down at him, all relaxed and in control of the situation, his dark grey suit contrasting with the blackness of the sofa.
    He took her by the hand and pulled her down into the space beside him. ‘What the eye doesn’t see the heart doesn’t grieve,’ he whispered. He looked into her eyes and she saw the intensity of his desire, a desire that was powerful and frightening and irresistible.
    â€˜That’s such a simple answer,’ she said, lowering her gaze. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her skin flushing. His desire was hard, physical, commanding. And despite herself she was responding; his desire reached out to something inside her.
    He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face, bringing her lips closer to his. He kissed her immediately, pressing his mouth against hers, his tongue pushing her lips apart, stifling the protest she felt she ought to make. And as he kissed her, long, slow and sensuous, his other hand slipped under her short skirt to stroke her stocking-clad thigh.
    When he released her she remained close to him, her body pressed against his, yielding to him wordlessly. The hand sliding up and down her thigh was insistent and possessive, the fingers gliding from silk to skin and back again. He kissed her again on the mouth, and then down across her throat while his hand slipped between her thighs. She sighed softly, parting her thighs slightly so his fingers trailed across the warmth of her panties, pushed hard into her sex.
    She shifted round, reaching out to put her arms around him, but he pushed her arms back with his free hand. She was not to touch him, not to hold him, and somehow that made her feel even more excited.
    â€˜Can we go to the bedroom?’ she whispered.
    â€˜No, I want you here,’ he replied. He put his hands on her waist and moved her off the sofa to the floor. She knelt down in front of him, unable to hide the disappointment she felt.
    He bent down and kissed her again and then pulled away slowly, forcing her to reach up to him, to sit up on hands and knees to kiss him. He stroked her face as they kissed, his fingers exploring every inch of it, as though to see her was not enough and he needed to feel her too. She began to unbutton her blouse, knowing it was what he wanted, but he slapped her hands hard.
    â€˜I’ll tell you when,’ he whispered sternly.
    Again she felt a mingling of disappointment and desire. It seemed she was to have no say in what they did. She was there to please him, to accede to his demands. The idea repelled and excited her. She was already wet, her panties were moist and she could feel the heat of desire flaming inside her. This time she wanted his cock, she wanted it hard inside her, deep in her pussy and not just in her mouth.
    He unclasped her skirt and tugged it down over the taut curves of her bottom. She wriggled out of it and then pushed it away, glad to be free of it. She glanced down at herself and saw the dark band of her stockings contrasting strongly with the pale