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Saturday
The next morning, Abby rolled out of bed much later than usual. It was all Dalen’s fault, she concluded. He had troubled her sleep all through the night with his suggestions of kisses and sharing his bed. In her dreams, she had experienced it all and it didn’t improve her mood. The man was too sexy for his own good. Well, at least for her good.
Already she longed for the weekend to end so she could retreat to her sex toys and get rid of her frustration. She didn’t dare indulge herself in case he’d hear her, but she feared that another day in his presence would make her more than desperate to find release. In that case, it was better to admonish it herself than beg him to fuck her.
Somewhere in her sleep, she had actually considered taking advantage of their situation and find out if the rumours of his sexual prowess were true. It was a sure sign of her mental instability, she thought, and she wanted to kick herself for even thinking about it.
She straightened her resolve and walked into the kitchen to the worst sight she could have imagined - or the best, once she thought it over. A half-naked Dalen was standing by the counter and cutting apples while whistling a familiar tune.
His muscled body was barely covered in a pair of pants that hung low on his hips and revealed more details than was good for a woman that had been celibate for the last two years.
She gasped before she could stop herself and he turned immediately, flashing her a cocky grin as he winked at her. He seemed to know exactly what effect he caused on her. Still she couldn’t help herself from roaming her eyes all over his muscled chest and following the dark patch of hair from his chest and down to his pants.
She swallowed hard as she took in the large bulge at his crotch that was so clearly visible through his pants and she tried to move her eyes away from him.
“Good morning,” he smiled at her. “What do you want to eat?”
You, she wanted to say. Naked and aroused in my bed. She blushed at her erratic thoughts.
“Depends on what you’re offering,” she croaked.
“Does pancakes, coffee and fruit salad sound okay with you?”
“God, I love a man that can cook,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
He smiled as he handed her a plate and some pancakes.
“What? So that lover of yours isn’t any good in the kitchen, eh?”
Damn it, why was he always nagging her about that fantasy lover of hers. She’d invented him just to divert Dalen when he’d started asking a lot of personal questions. She didn’t want him to know about her single status and the fact that her best lover had always been her dildo.
He’d probably never been single in his entire life – not with the load of women that were throwing themselves at his feet all the time. He probably had someone shacked at home right now, waiting for him to finish his boring work-weekend and return to her bed to fuck her senseless.
“Nope. He has his forte in some other part of the house,” she said cheekily.
“But I don’t see any ring on your finger. Aren’t you living together? You’ve never brought him to the office either,” he prodded on.
“Why the curiosity, Sherlock? I don’t need a ring to enjoy a man in bed, do I?”
“No, I guess not,” he said glumly.
“Besides, we have an open relationship,” she continued.
“Meaning?”
“We share sex – but little else.”
“Sounds boring.”
“It isn’t. The sex is the best part. Why bother with the rest?” she asked lightly.
“You’re a strange woman then. I thought most women were looking for happily-ever-afters.”
“Not all of us. Besides, it’s the 21st century so basically we don’t require a man anymore.”
“To have children, you do,” he insisted.
“Oh, come on. That can easily be solved by a sperm donor and a syringe.”
“How about wanting a man to share your life and warm your bed?”
“I sleep much better alone and I prefer having sex outside the bed.”
“You do?” he just gaped at her.
“Sure, I do. The bed is so boring,” she lied easily.
“I’ll be damned,” he blurted out as if she had rattled his core.
However, all too soon, the heat returned to his eyes and he retaliated.
“How about having sex with me against the counter here?”
“No, thanks,” she hastily replied.
“Why not? You said that you were only interested in the sex.”
“I prefer having a sex partner a little less well-worn than you. It’s a major difference between ‘fresh’ and ‘used’, you know.”
“You don’t value experience, then?”
“Not on your level. You’re probably fed up with the whole thing judging by how busy you are.”
“Busy? You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he glared at her, before moving to the counter and filling up his coffee cup.
“No? I suggest you keep it in the pants and save it for your present lover.”
“I don’t have a lover,” he mumbled so low that she could barely hear him.
“Pardon?”
He turned around and folded his arms in front of his chest. “I said I don’t have a lover.”
“I’m sure that can be easily rectified,” she answered as her insides hopped with joy.
He was single?
“I haven’t had a woman in twelve months,” he continued. “Ever since you started in the firm.”
“What?” she spit out the coffee she had just sipped into her mouth. “What did you say?” she whispered.
She must have heard him wrong.
“Why not?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
