He poured himself a large whisky and gazed at the photo of him and Gracie on the windowsill. He pushed open the door to ‘the nursery’. Although he knew that he should start selling things off, he still hadn’t got round to doing it. Looking at it now, he understood how hard it must have been for Gracie to let go. He’d been such a bully telling her to get over things. He didn’t deserve to get her back.
He leant back against the cold wall and slid down it. Looking at the two empty beds for an answer he said aloud, ‘What the hell am I going to do?’
FIFTY-FIVE
Maya kicked off her high heels, peeled off her stockings and ran a bath. Although the money was so good, she was beginning to tire of pandering to men’s dirty fantasies. She took a deep breath and looked at the picture of the Mayfair beauty salon she had pinned to the fridge. This was her goal. She had to keep going for just one more year before she had enough savings to pay for a full-time beauty course.
It had been good to chat with Gracie earlier. With the hours she worked in the café and seeing her clients, she hadn’t had time to make many friends. And she liked Gracie. As her mother would say, she was beautiful within and without. She was also more than pleased that Gracie had said that the professor had mentioned her. He obviously was bothered about what she was doing. It had been the hardest thing to not contact him for the past few weeks. More than once she had turned her phone off and gone out for a walk, so as to not be tempted to reply to his many texts. They had started off with his usual sex talk, but after a week of silence from her, he began getting concerned for her well-being. The weaning-off process wasn’t really working. She missed him. But if she were to reach her goal she couldn’t be falling in love with a married man. It would be too complicated. Her mother had also told her not to let an attraction be a distraction. She would carry on ignoring him until he went away.
She got out of the bath, slung on an old white dressing gown, lay on the bed and lit a cigarette. She was just about to open her favourite magazine when the doorbell rang. One of her flatmates tapped on her door. ‘Maya, visitor.’
Visitor? She never got unexpected visitors. Butting her fag, she pulled on shorts and a T-shirt that she had cast on the floor the previous night and opened her bedroom door.
‘Professor? What the…’ She was conscious of her unmade-up face and her wet hair sticking to her face.
‘Can I come in?’
‘I’m not dressed.’
‘When has that ever bothered you before, little bird?’ He stepped in and shut the door behind him. Seeing Maya’s natural beauty, without her war paint and sexy outfits, he thought she looked vulnerable and endearing. He felt a sudden surge of love for her.
He pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly for what seemed like an age.
‘I’ve missed you.’
‘You’ve missed my body, you mean.’
‘Of course I have, but also your flippancy, your attitude, your Maya-isms. Where have you been?’
‘Nowhere and everywhere.’
‘That’s my girl. As secretive as ever.’
‘I got bored of you.’ Maya lit another cigarette. ‘It’s time to find another professor.’
Scott laughed. ‘There’s only one of me, I can assure you.’
‘What do you want, Professor?’
‘Like I said, I’ve missed you.’
Maya hurriedly brushed her tangled wet locks and smudged on some lip gloss.
‘You look beautiful without it, you know, and I’m only going to kiss it off.’
He tilted her chin up towards him and kissed her softly and passionately. Maya felt like she was in a dream. She hadn’t been kissed like that for a long, long time. She never kissed her clients and, when she had kissed the professor in the past, they had been deep, urgent, tongue-filled kisses enhanced with sexual urgency.
‘Do it again,’ she demanded, when he eventually allowed her to come up for air. He pushed her back on the bed and kissed her again. He put his hand up under her T-shirt and began gently fondling her pert little breasts. He lifted her arms and pulled off her top then undid her shorts and tenderly pushed his fingers inside her, making her gasp. She reached for his now bulging cock and he pushed her hand away.
Once he could feel her wetness, he removed her shorts and panties and pulled her legs round so she was on the edge of the bed. Crouching down he began to lick and tease her, until her body was arching in pleasure.
‘Stop, I’m going to come already,’ Maya panted. Scott groaned in pleasure himself as he could feel his little bird tense and then let everything go with one huge moan.
She lay back on the bed. ‘Wow. That was bloody amazing.’ She reached again for his erection. He moved her hand to his thigh.
‘No. Today is about you.’
‘But you know I love your cock in my mouth.’
