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self-confidence, which is generally fragile at best.
He cups my chin with his palm, tilts my face up toward his. He’s gentle, unhurried, and for reasons I can’t fathom I feel less afraid when his hands are actually on me. There’s a strength in his touch, a sense of security.
“Open your eyes, Summer.” Again that compelling timbre, that perfectly modulated voice demanding obedience.
I didn’t even realize my eyes were tight shut until he spoke. I open them to meet his gaze.
And I’m lost. His eyes are warm, and so deep I’m drowning. Long moments pass as he bores into me, seeing…something…I never even knew was there. He’s offering me comfort, safety, pleasure and perhaps pain too. His gorgeous face is closer, his hypnotic eyes holding mine. Then he brushes his lips across my forehead. My eyelids droop again as he flutters small kisses across my cheeks, my eyes and finally my mouth.
His tongue slips between my lips and I let him in. My hands are on his shoulders. I hold on tight, steadying myself as he deepens the kiss. His hands are cradling my head, holding me still. There’s a slight tug as he grabs a fistful of hair at my nape, dislodging the neat barrette I fastened there. He tilts my head back a little farther. It doesn’t hurt, not quite.
My pussy is wet now, indecently moist. He moves in closer, his chest pressing against my breasts, my nipples now hardened to tight pebbles. His free hand trails across my shoulder and down between our bodies to cup my breast. He squeezes, molds…and the spell breaks.
What the fuck? What am I doing?
I push against his chest, hard, twisting my face away from his. Far from seeking to force the issue Daniel lets go of me instantly. His hands are up in a gesture not so much of surrender but one which says ‘I release you, you’re free to leave’. He steps back, allowing me the space I desperately need.
Confused, flustered, my one overwhelming wish is to get away. To be anywhere, somewhere, as long as I’m away from this man’s disturbing presence. I’m desperate to be alone, to think. But most of all I need to regroup, I need to sort my head out.
“I have to go. Now. Please. Open the gate. Please.”
Daniel nods once. “Another time then, Miss Jones. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
Moments later the gate is swinging open. I simply run for it. I dash past him, through the gate and sprint across the car park as fast as I can in my impractical heels. I operate Freya’s remote locking system from on the run and am able to just fling myself into the BMW. I start the engine and swing on the wheel to turn the car in the direction of the exit. I catch sight of Daniel Riche’s motionless figure, silhouetted in my headlamps, just where I left him inside the perimeter fencing. He may be frowning, though it’s impossible to be sure at this distance.
He lifts one hand as I pass in a flurry of shale. I don’t wave back.
Chapter One
Bristol, 2012
“Congratulations, Miss Jones. We’d like to offer you the place in the library and archives management training program.”
The disembodied voice on the other end of the phone pauses for a few seconds. This is just enough time for me to take in the news and return an articulate “Oh!”
The lady from the Bristol City Council personnel department ignores that and continues with the business in hand. “Are you in a position to know yet whether you will be accepting it, do you think?”
Wow. I can’t quite believe it. They’re willing to let me be a trainee deputy manager. Me! And give me a pay rise. Not much, and the extra responsibility will more than outweigh the financial gains, but it’s still better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. And this is not about money anyway. Too bloody right I’ll be accepting it. I’ve only worked in the library department for a few months and this is the first time I applied for the training program. Most applicants get turned down the first
He cups my chin with his palm, tilts my face up toward his. He’s gentle, unhurried, and for reasons I can’t fathom I feel less afraid when his hands are actually on me. There’s a strength in his touch, a sense of security.
“Open your eyes, Summer.” Again that compelling timbre, that perfectly modulated voice demanding obedience.
I didn’t even realize my eyes were tight shut until he spoke. I open them to meet his gaze.
And I’m lost. His eyes are warm, and so deep I’m drowning. Long moments pass as he bores into me, seeing…something…I never even knew was there. He’s offering me comfort, safety, pleasure and perhaps pain too. His gorgeous face is closer, his hypnotic eyes holding mine. Then he brushes his lips across my forehead. My eyelids droop again as he flutters small kisses across my cheeks, my eyes and finally my mouth.
His tongue slips between my lips and I let him in. My hands are on his shoulders. I hold on tight, steadying myself as he deepens the kiss. His hands are cradling my head, holding me still. There’s a slight tug as he grabs a fistful of hair at my nape, dislodging the neat barrette I fastened there. He tilts my head back a little farther. It doesn’t hurt, not quite.
My pussy is wet now, indecently moist. He moves in closer, his chest pressing against my breasts, my nipples now hardened to tight pebbles. His free hand trails across my shoulder and down between our bodies to cup my breast. He squeezes, molds…and the spell breaks.
What the fuck? What am I doing?
I push against his chest, hard, twisting my face away from his. Far from seeking to force the issue Daniel lets go of me instantly. His hands are up in a gesture not so much of surrender but one which says ‘I release you, you’re free to leave’. He steps back, allowing me the space I desperately need.
Confused, flustered, my one overwhelming wish is to get away. To be anywhere, somewhere, as long as I’m away from this man’s disturbing presence. I’m desperate to be alone, to think. But most of all I need to regroup, I need to sort my head out.
“I have to go. Now. Please. Open the gate. Please.”
Daniel nods once. “Another time then, Miss Jones. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
Moments later the gate is swinging open. I simply run for it. I dash past him, through the gate and sprint across the car park as fast as I can in my impractical heels. I operate Freya’s remote locking system from on the run and am able to just fling myself into the BMW. I start the engine and swing on the wheel to turn the car in the direction of the exit. I catch sight of Daniel Riche’s motionless figure, silhouetted in my headlamps, just where I left him inside the perimeter fencing. He may be frowning, though it’s impossible to be sure at this distance.
He lifts one hand as I pass in a flurry of shale. I don’t wave back.
Chapter One
Bristol, 2012
“Congratulations, Miss Jones. We’d like to offer you the place in the library and archives management training program.”
The disembodied voice on the other end of the phone pauses for a few seconds. This is just enough time for me to take in the news and return an articulate “Oh!”
The lady from the Bristol City Council personnel department ignores that and continues with the business in hand. “Are you in a position to know yet whether you will be accepting it, do you think?”
Wow. I can’t quite believe it. They’re willing to let me be a trainee deputy manager. Me! And give me a pay rise. Not much, and the extra responsibility will more than outweigh the financial gains, but it’s still better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. And this is not about money anyway. Too bloody right I’ll be accepting it. I’ve only worked in the library department for a few months and this is the first time I applied for the training program. Most applicants get turned down the first
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