Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (12 page)

I thoroughly enjoy my hot shower, I’m very specific about personal hygiene and as much as I love a long and hot sex session, I have to wash it off at the earliest possible convenience. And there’s not a lot better than stepping out of the shower and into a thick, towelling robe, wet hair - brushed, and squeaky-clean face - moisturised, first thing in the morning.

The breeze gently wafts in through the balcony doors as I sit at the vanity to dry my hair and apply my make-up, the birds are singing in the nearby trees and the sunshine is beaming in. It’s a perfect morning, not counting the sore vagina.

However dickish Sebastian was this morning, I still had a fantastic evening with him last night, after such a wonderful day with Bea and Tilly. Speaking of whom, I wonder what messages I’ll have on my phone from a teasing Tilly, questioning me about last night’s activities. I smile at the thought; she does amuse me.

I walk to my purse in the hallway and take out my cell, switching it on, and just as I had expected, there waiting, is a text message from Tilly, and I laugh out loud when I read it.

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SUMMERS, TILLY

iMessage

Today 5:14

I’m up with the offspring and desperate to hear what went down, I just KNOW you’ve been a dirty little bitch! Did you get a good old servicing or what? Don’t go all ‘Alexia’ on me now – give me the goss! xx

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Today 6:54

Good morning, Tilly. You always have such a wonderful way with words ;-). I had a very pleasant evening, thank you, after a really lovely day with you and Bea. We should meet up for lunch this week. Lex xx

Delivered

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I continue to get ready, not expecting a response because I know she’ll probably have taken Emily back to bed for another couple of hours after her very early message.

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At five minutes past eight, I walk through the already bustling office with the professionalism and poise of every day, only today, I’m secretly fretting about whether or not the staff can tell that I had a good, hard fucking in the gym last night.

Is it normal to think like this? Is it normal to assume that if I have sex, everybody knows every detail just by looking at me? I’m sure it’s not. Maybe it’s because I don’t do it that much… out of a relationship, anyway.

By the time I get to my office, I practically break down the door to get in and shield myself behind my four, beautiful walls, where nobody can detect the ‘sex’.

Good God, I hope no one can tell. I’d never let on to anybody that I’m feeling insecure about anything, I mean – come on, I’m entitled to have some sex every now and again, but the thought of my professional image being marred because the employees somehow found out that I am, in fact, the girl who fucks men - dangling from monkey bars in a public place…
oh dear Lord, I must stop thinking.
H.B. employees aren’t talking, Dad isn’t going to think you’re a whore and
nobody knows!

It takes a few minutes, another coffee and a long, examining, yet, reassuring conversation with my assistant, Hannah, (giving nothing away, of course) to feel better about the whole situation and realise how insane I really am.

Starting work is a welcome distraction, and as I ask Hannah to send through my schedule for the week, my cell pings on my desk and the screen notification informs me that it’s Tilly. I take my phone in my hand and sit back in my chair, smiling as I open it.

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SUMMERS, TILLY

iMessage

Today 8:47

OH PULEEEEEASE – that was not an appropriate response. Fine, if you’re not going to tell me by text, then you’re telling me in person. Lunch – today. I’ll see you at your office at 1. Bea’s out, so it’ll just be the small one and me. K? XX

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Grinning at her manner, I respond.

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Today 8:49

I’m really busy today and I already have a lunch meeting to squeeze in, can you do tomorrow? X

Delivered

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SUMMERS, TILLY

iMessage

Today 8:49

Nope ;-)

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I sigh, shaking my head.

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Today 8:50

Okay – let me see what I can do. You’re spoiled, anyone ever tell you that?

Delivered

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SUMMERS, TILLY

iMessage

Today 8:50

All the time. I’ll bring lunch to your office so it’s less hassle. Can’t wait, see you later, monkey nuts xx

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Not something I’ve been called before, I’ll have to remember that one.

Having successfully rescheduled my lunch meeting - luckily it was with members of my department and not a client – I get to work for a few hours, recalling last night every time I move in my chair – it really has been too long if I’m this sore after just one night of passion.

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My intercom buzzes and Tilly knocks on my door just as I complete a file I’ve been working on for the majority of the morning. Her head pokes around the door. “Only me, are you decent?”

“I’m at work so I hope so.”

“You never know,” she says, slipping in with her giant baby bag, a gorgeous looking Emily and a picnic basket. I rush to help her, taking the beautiful child.

She’s wearing the most adorable little pastel blue dress with white tights covering her chubby little legs and a pair of black, patent leather ballet shoes. She has just enough blonde curls to wear cute little pigtails.

“Well don’t you just look exquisite, huh?” I ask, kissing her soft, rosy little cheek as she grabs my blouse collar in her hand.

“Auntie Clare sent that little ensemble over, we got it yesterday, isn’t it gorge?” Tilly says.

“Gorge,” I respond in my best British accent. Which, for the record, is just horrible.

“Anyway, enough about that, I’m here to talk about sex.”

I gasp and attempt to cover little Emily’s ear. “Sh!”

“Oh, stop, she has no idea what I’m talking about.”

She begins to empty the contents of her basket onto the coffee table by the couches in the corner of the office by the large window. “I brought Caesar salad, garlic and chilli king prawns, some fresh bread even though I know you won’t eat it - so Em and I will just polish that off; these cute little bottles of wine,” she says, waving them in the air and scrunching her nose up in excitement. “Um… sparkling water, goat cheese and some of my famous panna cotta and strawbs for dessert. That alright for you, doll?”

“Wow, that sounds…” I walk over to the table, “…and looks - delicious.”

“Great – can you hold her for a second longer while I set her up a play area on the floor?”

“Sure!”

I bounce up and down with the baby on my hip, pulling funny faces, which clearly amuse Emily to no end, while Tilly pulls a fabulously colourful blanket from her baby bag and lays it on the floor, along with a huge selection of toys.

She takes the baby and sits her down in the fun zone, while we move to the coffee table.

“So!” she says, breaking some bread and cutting a generous slice of soft goat cheese. “I need to know
everything
. I know the pair of you got down to business so let’s not pretend you didn’t.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, perturbed.

“I just know, Lex. I can tell.”

“How? How can you tell? Can other people tell? Has someone told you something?”

“Whoa, slow down, ‘paranoia’. Nobody told me anything, nobody knows anything – I just know you and I know from your responses that you got a good, hard rogering last night, just like I told you to. So come on – juicy goss.”

Phew.
“Well, okay. Yes – we had a little fun.”

“A little fun? You can do better than that. I can see I’m going to have to ask all of the questions, so I’ll start now. Yours or his?”

“Place?”

“Yeah.”

“Mine.”

“Hmm, interesting. Bedroom?”

“Um…” This is awkward.

“Okay, were any of the times in your bedroom?”
“Yes, one.”

“This morning?”

“Yes! How do you know that?” I cry out, almost choking on a shrimp.

“I’m good. So how many times were there? I’d say… two or three.”

I giggle. “Two.”

“Okay, where did you do the first time? Kitchen counter?”

“Good God, no! How unhygienic.”

She nods and raises her eyebrows, guiltily. “Shan’t tell you about your kitchen in Aspen then,” she says quickly before she goes on. “Bathroom?”

“Er… what about my kitchen in Aspen? Please tell me you and Luke didn’t christen my kitchen?”

“Bathroom?” she repeats, and I can see I’m not going to get an answer so I decide I’m better off not knowing.

“Um, no. Really, we don’t need to talk about that…”

“What? Now you have me intrigued, so we definitely do. Lounge?” she asks, sitting forwards in her chair, shovelling some more cheese onto her bread.

“No,” I giggle, rolling my eyes in embarrassment. “Honestly, you won’t guess, so lets just leave that bit out, okay?”

“No way! This is getting juicy! On your desk in your study?”

“No.”

“Oh my God, you did it in the hallway – oh my God, you did it in public!”

“No… no. Not the hallway.”

“But in public?” she asks, mesmerised.

“Not exactly, honestly Tilly, let’s not.”

“Er, let’s!” she says, excitedly. “Oh my God.” She nods, wide eyed. “I know!”

“You don’t, you really don’t.”

“Yep – yes I do! You fucked in the gym, didn’t you! You dirty, dirty minx!”

“What? How do you fucking know this stuff?” I cry, slapping my hand across my mouth. “Oh God, I’m sorry…”

“Oh be quiet, she’s nine months, she doesn’t understand. Now tell me
everything
. Did anyone walk in?”

“No, how do you know it was the gym?”

“I just guessed, and I kinda ran out of options – plus, I know how much you love that gym, and I bet any money he asked to see it, didn’t he?”

I pause for a minute. “Seriously, Tilly – have you bugged my house?”

She rolls back in her chair, clapping her hands and screaming with laughter, so excitable. “Calm down, calm down. There are no bugs in your house… it’s too clean!” she jokes. “No, honestly - I’m just good. I’ve had a lot of experience with boys.” She stands and walks to the unit by the door, taking two wine glasses from the cupboard. “I really need to know the rest now, though.” She sits back down and opens the little bottles of red wine, filling our glasses.

“How did it start?”

I blush a little and take a sip of wine before I sit back and begin. “Well, we stayed at ‘Gorge’ for a while after you left, and then decided to move on. It seemed more appropriate to go somewhere quiet, as we were talking – so I suggested my place.”

“Uh huh…” she says with a cheeky smirk. “Go on.”

“When we arrived, he asked to see the apartment, he’s looking for a new place, and so one thing led to another and we ended up looking at the gym.”

“Interesting… mmm hmm…”

I smile at her concentration. “So then he told me about a clip he’d seen online about a couple working out together; the gym equipment obviously reminded him…”

“Yeah, or your tight body, and so?”

“And so he showed me it. Tilly, it was fascinating, watching this guy move with his wife, I loved it.”

“Ha! So he actually managed to persuade you to give it a go?” she cries in disbelief.

“You’re a witch, right?”

“No, I could tell it was coming. He’s such a guy.”

“What are you saying? I’ve been played? It really wasn’t like that, Til, we were both fascinated and really wanted to give it a go.”

“Yeah, of course.” She says in a sarcastic tone. “So what, you stripped down to your underwear?”

“No! We kept our clothes on.”

“You were wearing a pencil skirt, Lex.”

“Well, yeah – I had to hoist it up a little. Anyway, it worked amazingly, I still can’t believe we managed to pull that move off.”

“So long as you don’t get overly interested and try it during a training session with my Luke, it’s all good.”

“Of course, I would never even broach the subject with Luke!” I cry, adamantly.

“I know – see? You were totally telling him - game on.”

“No…”

“Yes. You wouldn’t try it with Luke because it feels like a sexual thing. Yet you wanted to try it with Sebastian…”

She does have a point, and I pause for a moment, taking that in. So I did want to sleep with him before it came down to it… “Anyway, so we finished the manoeuvre and were both clearly delighted about it, so we shared a hug.”