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men.’
    They were sitting in a pub in Harford having
a late Sunday lunch. Sian had called Clare to apologise for
disappearing the previous night, but Clare had seen her and Rob
disappearing together and correctly added two plus two.
    Sian’s phone started beeping, she glanced at
the display screen but the number was unfamiliar.
    ‘Is it him?’ asked Clare, hands clasped
hopefully beneath her chin.
    ‘Maybe,’ admitted Sian, hitting the answer
button and trying to ignore the butterflies swarming in her
stomach. ‘Hello?’
    ‘Hi,’ a familiar, deep voice rumbled. ‘Taken
any spills today?’
    For a moment Sian’s brow creased in
puzzlement, ‘Oh, I haven’t even teetered if that’s what you
mean.’
    ‘Not without me there to catch you,’ rumbled
the voice. ‘Fancy a drink?’
    ‘Err…OK.’
    ‘Tomorrow night, seven at…’ There was an
expectant pause.
    ‘What about the White Lion, it’s off Harford
High Street?’
    ‘Cool.’
    ‘Cool.’
    ‘See you later, then.’
    ‘See you later.’
    ‘’Bye.’
    ‘Ta-ra.’ Sian carefully terminated the call
before looking up at Clare with a stupid grin. ‘He called.’
    Clare grinned back, ‘He did. What are you
going to wear?’
    ‘I’ve no idea what I’m wearing on top but
I’ll have my best underwear on underneath.’
    ‘Great plan, I highly approve. What about
long boots and that wrap dress?’
    ‘The red one?’ Sian contemplated it for a
moment, ‘The one which I usually have to pin at the top?’
    ‘That’s the one. But leave the pin off, or
remove it sometime in the evening.’
    ‘Sneaky.’
    ‘Yup.’
     
     
    As the train rattled closer to Harford the
next evening, Sian nervously fiddled with the skirt of her dress
and tried to resist tugging at the deep v showing her cleavage. She
had always been rather voluptuous and could definitely hold more
than her own on the curves front, but didn’t often show them to
this extent. The colour was flattering to her, warming her skin and
bringing out auburn highlights in her hair. It was her confidence
dress, and she’d worn it for a couple of first dates before. Sadly,
the dress had lasted a lot longer than any of the
relationships.
    The train drew up at the station and Sian
hopped off. She was a little early so decided to have a glance in
some of the estate agents’ windows. She was just bending over to
take a closer look at a multi-million-pound when she felt something
brush her buttocks and started in shock.
    ‘Nice view. Unless you have millions stashed
away, I’d have thought that would be slightly out of most people’s
budgets.’
    Sian laughed and turned around, ‘Hey there.
It’s definitely out of mine, anyway.’
    Rob grinned, ‘That’s a shame; I was planning
to fleece you for all I could get. Another nice view.’ His eyes had
been drawn to her cleavage; due to leaning forward, her breasts
were making a bid to escape the dress.
    Sian gasped and pulled her bra and dress
straight, ‘Oops, sorry.’
    ‘I’m not complaining.’
    They stood and looked at each other, Sian
could feel the heat in his gaze. ‘So, you managed to get here
OK?’
    ‘It’s not far. I share a flat with Gavin and
Marcus down the road.’
    ‘Cool.’
    ‘I don’t know the area though; I don’t go out
around here.’
    ‘Oh.’
    There was another slightly awkward silence.
Rob was the first to break it, ‘So, shall we go to this pub?’
    ‘OK. It‘s just over the road and down that
passageway.’
    They headed off towards the White Lion, Sian
stealing glances at the man beside her. He was dressed all in
black, his jacket covering a soft-looking sweater. His hair had
been neatly combed, enough so that she had an urge to muss it up.
Like it had been when she rode on top of him. The memory kindled
heat between her legs, if she hadn’t been walking, she would have
had to rub her thighs together to ease it.
    Rob and Sian came to a halt by lights, just
in time for the crossing signal. As they stepped onto