Then, close to midnight, she slipped away.
I watched her carefully as she left the ballroom, her movements cautious, almost furtive. She glanced over her shoulder as though making sure no one was following. No one noticed her leave.
No one but me.
I followed silently, my steps light as I trailed her down the winding oak staircase. She hesitated at the top, her fingers brushing over the large black doors before pushing them open. She left the door slightly ajar, just enough for me to see her disappear into the darkness beyond.
An invitation.
With a wicked grin, I stepped forward.
3
ASHTON
A WEEK AGO
Ihad been here months taking in the sights. It wasn’t the worst place to bury my head in the sand. It was what you would expect from a small town, a little different than I remembered it.
Here, at least, I would be free from distractions and could get my thoughts in order before returning.
That was until I saw her.
It wasn’t the first time I had seen her, but I thought it was just a passing crush. I’d had many that had piqued my interest, but none had kept it.
Women were good to have fun with. Sink your cock in them for the night and let them give you that sweet release. I never had found a woman I wanted to keep—but maybe, yes, maybe I wanted to keep this one.
Watching her doesn’t bore me, I don’t even see it as a game, I’m mesmerised by her, nobody else is looking at her, it’slike she’s blended in with the scenery—almost invisible, maybe she doesn’t want to be seen.
But I see her.
She walks into a local coffeehouse, I can smell the sweet aroma of the dark rich coffee as she opens the door to step in, it’s almost like it’s inviting me to follow her-I know it’s not, she doesn’t even know I exist and that’s something I plan remedying.
Stalking across the street, I walk in strides, desperate to get closer to her. I open the door and the bell chimes as I walk through the door.
Halloween decor adorns the walls, giving it a festive vibe, and that sweet rich coffee scent wafts across my senses as soon as I enter.
She’s stood at the front making her order. I stride towards her like I’m desperate for a cup of coffee, but I’m desperate for something else.
Her long dark hair flows down her back in waves. She wiggles that tiny pert little ass that is dying to break out of her washed out jeans.
“Hey Dove, what can I get you today?” I hear the barrister say.
Dove? What a pretty little name. It suits her, but this little dove won’t be flying away.
“pumpkin spice latte and one of your famous gingerbread.”
She waits patiently, the scent of her swarms across my body, sweet like vanilla, with a hint of seduction.
She spins around, crashing into my body. Oh, holy fuck. I freeze for a moment, savouring the way her body fits against mine. It’s almost like she was fucking made for me.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She mutters, not daring to even look at me, but I want her to look. I want to see her eyesfucking dance, but she keeps her eyes on the ground and rushes off.
I don’t even need to turn to know that she’s exited the quaint little coffee shop. The chiming of the bell tells me that she’s no longer here.
I could stay and order a coffee and sit sullenly in the corner watching the towns people go about their lives, regretting the fact that our first meeting was so anticlimactic.
I’m already kicking myself. Why didn’t I say something? Why didn’t I stop her from leaving? I just stood there entranced by her little body against mine and once again she had disappeared.
