While he’s ringing up his restaurant, Emilia hides in the bathroom. After a prolonged internal struggle, she changes into her favourite loungewear set: fleece joggers and an oversized, extra long top, all in mousy grey colour. Obviously, Emilia didn’t expect anyone but Elena to see the clothes; and still, when buying them, she didn’t go…
Oates is hovering over her, his hands on the bed, his arms straight. “Have you just called me Emma?” she exhales. “Have I?” he asks with sincere surprise written on his face. “I’m sorry. I’m not good with names and faces.” Um… what? “I do know your name, though,” he adds with a chuckle. “And…
Emilia is suddenly a hundred percent certain that, in about five seconds, she’ll experience her first cunnilingus. Oates has just curled his long strong fingers around the waist of her ‘seamless slimming and smoothing stomach control briefs.’ On every site – and Emilia only shops for clothes online – ‘shapewear’ and ‘sexy’ are always two…
“Did I leave a beard burn on your arse?” he asks. “Um– Yeah, you kinda did,” Emilia answers. “Just a little one.” She gestures about five centimetres between her thumb and index finger. The corners of his lips twitch. He’s suppressing a smile, isn’t he? That was a tad childish, she agrees. His hand is…
Emilia makes a big mistake. She decides to search online when a woman should ring up a man, meaning at what time of the day – and the first ten articles tell her that if she considers calling a bloke, she shouldn’t. Emilia ends up needing a breather, and she rushes to the kitchen to…
Emilia sits with his number and the question of dialling it – she’s not even talking about what she’d say if she did! – for two days, and then she decides to do the most logical thing. She rings up a female friend to vent to and to have an endlessly unhelpful discussion over some…
It takes her a week to leave her flat again. Thankfully, she’s in the middle of a new book, so she has no meetings scheduled. She’s also dodging phone calls from her friend Elena, since Emilia knows that the Russian will try to interrogate her – and Emilia will never, ever, ever discuss Daniel Oates…
Since the point of all this enterprise is to give Emilia writing material, she’s definitely getting the bang for her buck, as they say in American telly series. Or should we say, the bounce for an ounce? The man is built – and endowed – accordingly, and the feeling of his cock sliding into her…
“The condoms are in the kitchen,” he announces into her shoulder he’s kissing. Emilia peers at him in confusion. He lifts his face and meets her eyes. “I need to get them.” “Oh, right,” she says. Why didn’t he get them when he was leaving the kitchen? Emilia just can’t stop analysing everything. She wonders…
She was right earlier, she doesn’t even manage to cross the threshold of his bedroom. “You have a mirror here,” she exhales in horror. “Ah, yeah, I forgot about that,” he says. “Is that a problem?” Emilia chokes on a disbelieving laugh. “Only someone as fit as you can ask that.” “Good to know you…