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would I want to take over? I have no idea what
to do. Frankly I don’t need to work, but I want to, I need to keep
myself occupied, that’s all.” 
    I open my hands. “You have my assurance, James,” I
reiterate. “Look, I’ve no bloody idea how to run a hotel, a bed and breakfast
or any kind of hospitality business. I used to teach primary school kids,
that’s my background. I’m here today to learn about you ,” shit, that
came out wrong , “…not take over from you.”
    I see him visibly relax. “I don’t think we got off to a
particularly good start, did we?” I say. I don’t mean to sound patronising but
it comes out like it. “Shall we start again?”
    He smiles. Oh Lord, that smile. I swoon. Gosh, I haven’t
felt like this for… how long? Lewis and I haven’t been intimate since, oh I
don’t know when, must be fifteen years ago, and even when he did come near me
it was only for his own benefit. I never had feelings like this since – well,
not since I married, apart from the odd bloke in the supermarket that
disappeared around an aisle before I could get a second look. I was always too
busy worrying about whether I was in trouble for anything at home to think
about sex. But now, as I sit in this battered old chair in front of this man
with movie-star looks, all those feelings I remember from my youth come
flooding back. He’s watching me, weighing me up, I’m struggling to keep it
together. Shit, I’d forgotten what it felt like to feel horny!
    “I’d like to start again,” he says, showing me that smile
again.
    Oh God, I need to get out of here. But you can’t,
Alex, I think to myself, pull yourself together.
    “Right. So…” I laugh.
    “Well, it’s good to meet you, Mrs Drake,” he says. His voice
is so deep, so sexy, the brittle tone gone. I don’t know if I can work with him, I’m already feeling completely aroused.
    “Well, I have to say I’ve been excited and dreading coming
here, mixed emotions.” I’m sure my voice trembles.
    “Have you?” He raises an eyebrow. “ Excited… Andwhy’s
that?” He smiles again and stands. Oh God, he’s tall, and he walks around to
the front of his desk, parking his arse on the end, his long legs stretched out
before him, they look muscled as well! 
    “Because it’s real. Maggie was silent in so many businesses,
businesses that I have no interest in, no desire to even get to know. Because
she was silent in those concerns it’s almost as if they don’t exist, they’re
not tangible, but this is real… I can touch it, come into it, feel it. Does
that make sense?” I try to explain as best as I can but all the time I’m
mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
    “Yes, I suppose so. I assume you’d like to have a look
around?” he offers, standing up from the corner of his desk.
    Only if you’re showing me. “Please, although I’d love
a cup of tea first.” I’m parched and Action Man’s workout has just about
finished me off.
    “We can stop in the bar area.” He opens his door, very
polite a gentleman too, and gestures for me to follow. “Shall we?”
    “Hmm, you lead, I’ll follow.” I wait for him to walk out
into the corridor before following.
    He looks at me, continuing to weigh me up, I think. It
occurs to me that maybe he had an image of what I might be like. I
wonder if he was expecting someone older or younger?
    I follow him out of his office and along the corridor, the
stairs and into the public areas, as he guides me around the hotel pointing out
various things, some obvious, some not. His pace is quick. I wonder if everyone
here goes at a hundred miles an hour. His strides are purposeful and as I
follow I can’t take my eyes off that bloody arse and those long, long legs.
    He points out the reception, as if I didn’t know .
“Can you introduce me to the girls?” I ask. “I’ve spoken to them a couple of
times today, but at your request I didn’t tell them who I was. Perhaps now is
the appropriate time,