She curled herself around his leg, and then looked up at him, batting him with what he supposed she thought was her paw. Then she meowed. Then she used her paw to try and pull down the zipper on his trousers.
‘For Christ’s sake!’ He gently pushed her off and then grabbed her hand to pull her up onto her feet. His intent was to get her standing and get the coat on her.
‘Ooh, baby. See, you knew it was a good idea.’ She came to her feet willingly and curled herself into him, shimmying as she did so, rubbing her breasts into his chest and her pelvic bone against his. All he could think about was that it would be just his luck if Rosy came to the window. He pushed her back slightly and then grabbed her hands and twirled her around as his mother had he and Angelina when they were younger.
‘Salsa, baby. I like your style, yah!’ She teetered on the heels a little. He steadied her and used the movement to get the coat over one arm and then up on the shoulders. There was no point draping it on her; she would shrug it off in a second and he would be no further forward.
‘No!’ she said in a child-like squawk. ‘I don’t want to.’
‘Me neither,’ he muttered under his breath.
‘I don’t want the coat.’ She suddenly folded onto him, making her legs floppy and becoming heavy against his frame. Rather like a drunken aunt or uncle needing support late on Christmas afternoon. This was not helping.
‘If you slip this on for me I can show you how grateful I’ll be,’ he whispered into her ear, trying a different tack.
‘How grateful?’ She looked up to him, eyes lidded but locked on his.
‘Very grateful. I think you’ll like it.’
‘Yah, I’m sure I will.’ She slipped her remaining arm into the coat.
He stood back as if admiring her but actually checking the whole Bambi legs thing was just artifice and that she could support her own weight.
‘Do you like it like this?’ She ran her hands down her coat, legs akimbo, and looked him straight in the eye. He stopped feeling sorry for her. She didn’t look vulnerable now, just rapacious. This was a good thing; it would make what he was about to do far easier.
‘Mhmm.’ He smiled at her, not able to actually say words. He felt pretty lousy doing this as he managed to lure her into the hallway but didn’t know how else to get her out the house. Prior to him nipping to the bathroom he had spent a whole hour trying to explain in every way possible that he was not interested and she needed to leave.
She not only refused to listen but just got increasingly creepy about how she knew he was the one. How she had fallen in love with him in London when he had been so kind in the alleyway. It was all a bit of a mystery to him; he had no memory of being kind, just a rather one-sided conversation he couldn’t wait to escape from. He felt quite sorry for her. He wasn’t convinced her behaviour was driven by any kind of empowered female sexuality, more a kind of desperate sex-by-numbers-for-the-modern-male as seen through Siobhan’s eyes. If that male was a fourteen-year-old used to accessing images online.
That may be a bit unfair – many men may find a largely naked woman in stockings and suspenders striking a dominatrix pose in their hallway a fantasy come true, but he was very definitely a bit more apple pie in his tastes. Although if it were Rosy… He suddenly pictured her in Siobhan’s gear, hair falling over one eye as she winked – OK, suddenly he could see the appeal. But not with Siobhan.
Now for stage two of the plan. Although ‘plan’ could be a somewhat optimistic misnomer.
‘OK, let’s go.’ He smiled as winningly as he could muster. She didn’t appear fooled.
‘Yah, OK, but where are we going?’ She looked at him hard. As if she knew that this was not genuine. He was going to be lucky if he pulled this one off. Then he heard footsteps coming down the stairs next door. That meant Rosy was back from school.Shit. Breathe.That didn’t mean she was coming around here right now – he was sure he had said seven, that gave him just under an hour to get everything sorted. Oh, bloody hell, what if she knocked early? That would be the universe taking bad luck too far. Logic dictated that couldn’t happen. No one was that unlucky. But it was a reminder that he needed Siobhan out and fast.
He heard Rosy’s front door slam.Oh shit, shit, shit, shit!What was he going to do? He looked at his guest, hair mussed, eyes big and face flushed. That, without her attired in a full-on sex kit complete with mac on top and dress dangling from her finger, would be hard enough to explain, and he wouldn’t blame Rosy one bit for leaping to the wrong conclusion. Dear God, and he had assumed she was virtually married because of a few daft hearts. Um… um…
He knocked the hall light off and pushed Siobhan up against the wall. Despite the dark he could see her eyes grow bigger and her smile widen.
‘Uh-huh, I knew you’d see sense.’ She lunged forward to kiss him and he whipped his head back. Maybe she was just going into the village to the corner shop. His movement only inflamed Siobhan further.
‘I see, yah, you like to be in control after all. Well, I’m all yours.’ She leant back against the wall, opening herself even more.
Then he saw a shadow approaching through the glass in his door. Oh God! Siobhan was still talking. There was only one thing for it. He pressed himself up as tight as he could to her and covered her mouth somewhat aggressively with his hand. He prayed she didn’t bite.
Rosy was knocking on the door; if he could just keep Siobhan quiet for a minute or two longer. He turned his head, just a fraction, not enough to relinquish control over his guest, just enough to make out the shape of Rosy against the glass.
She knocked again, cupping her hands around her eyes and peering in. Scramble was barking loudly to notify Rosy, cupping her hands around her eyes and peering in, that Matt was at home and in all probability with Siobhan. He held his breath and prayed. He could feel his heart beating so fast that he felt it was going to explode out of his chest, squishing between him and Siobhan. She must be able to feel it too. It was crazy. Then he realized she was wriggling her arm free to try and feel something else instead. The last thing he needed was their squashed form to make sudden movements, alerting Rosy to the fact that it perhaps wasn’t a new hat stand in silhouette that she could see.
Taking decisive action, he grasped hold of Siobhan’s hand and secured it fast against the wall. A little moan escaped her lips. Oh, bloody hell.
Finally, Rosy moved away and headed back down the path. Whilst part of him was relieved, surely she should have tried harder? If it were the other way around and Rosy hadn’t answered he would have battered down the door to make sure she was safe. And maybe received a restraining order in the process. What was he wishing for? The one thing he didn’t want was Rosy seeing him now.
He waited a minute or so until he heard her door bang shut. During the waiting he needed to pin Siobhan’s other hand against the wall, but couldn’t without releasing his grip against her mouth. Dear God, she was possessed. No wonder she did well in business; she certainly wasn’t scared of putting herself forward. Although to be fair they had established that early on in the evening.
However, she was responding far too well to his newfound dominance, and was currently rubbing up and down the wall making moaning noises. This could put him off sex forever!
