Page 23 of Caught in the Middle

'Have I what?'

'Ever, you know, been with one of the girls you were helping?'

'What do you mean, been?'

She knew that he knew exactly what she meant, and she could almost hear his smile as he felt her squirm with embarrassment.

'You know what I mean! Have you ever had sex with any of the girls?'

He relaxed his grip on her hip a little. 'No, of course not. That would be incredibly unprofessional.'

'Not even... close?'

He nudged her playfully and tutted in mock disgust. 'Lucy Davies, I am a gentleman.'

'Gentlemen don't smash plates against kitchen walls when a lady doesn't want to eat their food.'

'Okay... I'm a gentleman with a slight temper. Working on it, I promise.'

She curled a little closer to him, and realised that he was just in his boxer shorts. She had a strong urge to turn around and trace her fingers over ever muscle on his torso, letting her hand linger by his navel, dropping it until -

'What about you, Little Miss Perfect, you even ever had a boyfriend? Or has daddy not allowed you to?'

She thought about this question for a second.

'Yeah,' she said, 'I've had a boyfriend.'

'And?'

'And he was a horrible person and I don't wish to talk about him.'

Oliver clearly was not expecting this response. She felt him prop himself up on one elbow, his arm retracting back over her hip.

'Do you want me to kill him?'

Lucy laughed awkwardly. Oliver grabbed her by her hips, and flipped her onto her back in one swift movement. As he leaned over her, she could just about make out his beautiful features in the soft moonlight that the crappy curtains hadn't managed to keep out.

He ran a smooth finger over her cheek, and even in the darkness, she could see his intense blue eyes staring into hers.

'Because I will, you know.'

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his touch. He ran his finger past her jawline, and down to the opening of her ugly fleece. He hesitated for a moment, and she opened her eyes to look up at him.

Please, she willed him silently, please touch me.

After what felt like forever, he simply brushed off of her shoulder, and leaned down to gently kiss her forehead.

He laid back down onto the bed, and placed a hand on her stomach. 'Go back to sleep,' he murmured, 'we have a long day ahead of us.'

Lucy's heart was pounding so hard she was scared that he would hear it. How was she going to go back to sleep now with all that adrenaline pumping around her body?

She thought about grabbing him by the hips, climbing on top of him, rubbing herself against his hard crotch -

She squeezed her eyes shut to snap out of her own brain running away with itself. Sure, they were in the middle of nowhere, it was just him and her. What did she have to lose?

But with a heavy heart, she knew that wasn't what was stopping her. She knew, as she watched his face illuminated by a sliver of moonlight, that there was no chance in the world that a man who looked like him, would ever go for a girl who looked like her.

They were, in Lucy's mind, as she laid there with her big fluffy fleece on, the absolute opposite of the spectrum. He was definitely used to busty, beautiful models, whilst she... well, her only serious boyfriend had beat her.

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