‘What was it you said last week? Everyone has their own fantasy, their own perfect moment in their head.’
‘You were eavesdropping!’Oh, fuck.
‘Guilty as charged.’
‘But not very well,’ I crow. ‘Lady Chatterley’s lover wasn’t my thing!’ And just when I think I’ve got the upper hand...
‘I’m aware. That was the thing you last filmed. At your aunt’s house, I think you said. It was an interesting conversation, but not as interesting as listening to you describe your fantasy.’
‘You eavesdropping bastard, you!’
Ignoring my outburst, his eyes shine bright as he carries on. ‘The library scene inAtonement, you bad, dirty girl. Though, the way you described it, it sounded more like the movie than the book.’ So. Busted. But that scene is a work of art! ‘And while I thought about it, I reckoned you wouldn’t fancy meeting me in Chelsea public library, let alone be up for me throwing you against the stacks.’ His lips curve in a show of wickedness. ‘This was the next best thing. ‘Especially after hearing you describeyourset. In detail.’
Oh my God. Flynn Phillips heard me say I want to be dominated in a library. And heard me describe the potting shed sex. And, ohmygod, Flynn Phillips has been thinking of ways to fulfil my fantasies!
In a bare minute, he’s pressed up against me, weaving his hands in my scarcely damp hair. ‘Tell me I’m reading the signals wrong.’
Heat spreads through me, crawling through my veins, all thoughts are drowned by a wave of want. I shake my head slowly and watch the dawning of his devilish smile.
Well, it looks like I’m getting my orgasm back today.
