Page 33 of Love, In Balance

Parcel Delivery:Miss Harper, your order is running late. It will now be delivered between 4pm and 7pm.

Fuck. Sake.

It’s always the case, isn’t it?

Lista:Hey Quin, I’m clocking off at 1pm from work. I’m really sorry but I’ve just had a message about a parcel being delayed. It’s now expected between 4pm and 7pm so I can’t leave the house. By the time I get home from work it’ll be about 1.45pm and I’d have to get ready. I’ll end up being at Cosy Corner about 3pm, which means we’d have an hour to work, so do you want to cancel? I’m so sorry! This is not like me at all.

It takes about one minute for his response.

Quin:Let’s do the session at yours if you’re comfortable with me coming over. I can drive to you in 10 minutes, so any time suits me when you’ve gotten home and wound down a bit. If not, just say, but I’m more than happy to continue with the session. The location is irrelevant ?

Quin Russell. Inmyhome. What a dangerous scenario.

Especially after last night. I can still feel the bliss my body experienced when I was wrapped in his arms.

I agree to it anyway.

Lista:As long as you’re ok with it, so am I. Would you be ok to come over at around 4/4.15pm. Just so I can make myself less smelly and more presentable. I’ve been working since 5am and it is horribly obvious by my appearance?

Quin:Send me your address and I’ll see you later?

He arrives at 4.15pm. I’ve had enough time to shower thankfully, otherwise I would have personally offended his nostrils with the scent of my body. No one wants that.

I now smell like strawberry and vanilla, thanks to my lush perfume.

I’m nervous about having Quin in my home. This is where I sleep, shower, wee, cry, pass wind… and it feels overwhelming. I’m scared that my professionalism may dwindle in the comforts of my home.

Also, it just occurred to me that it’s Saturday night. The majority of work sessions are on the weekend. Does Quin also not have anything better to do?

I guess it does make me feel slightly better about my lack of weekend life.

He's wearing a casual cream shirt with the top two buttons undone. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing his ink kissed skin. His casual jeans are tucked into doc martens.Omg.

How is he insanely intelligent, kind, handsome and fucking stylish.This man.He comes in and takes his shoes off.Gentlemanly.

He’s so big compared to my doorframe. Why am I picturing him picking me up and pushing me against it.

I really do need to stop. This is the kind of thing I was talking about! A dangerous mindset whilst in my own personal space.

“Welcome to my home. I’m sorry to have changed plans so late. Thisstupidpackage. Thanks for giving me some time to make myself less… ew”. His jaw tightens and he seems to hold his breath for a few seconds.

“It’s no problem having our session here. If anything, there’ll just be less distractions”. He says.Yeah sure.Less distractions. Other than the fact that a fucking gorgeous man is inmyhouse.

“I’d image it’s quieter than the coffee shop, and plus we can be as loud as we want –.” he says but immediately realises how it sounds…we both stand with our eyes wide.

Luckily that’s when itty bitty kitty Edith comes walking in. She’s finished crunching on her cat treats and now she’s interested in seeing who our guest is.

Our very handsome, well dressed, smoky scented, lusciously low-voiced guest.

I’m grateful for her waltzing in and saving that…moment.

He bends down and she headbutts his hands.

“Well, hello there. It’s good to meet you. I’d image you’re the boss of the house” he says to Edith whilst glancing up at me with a smile and raised eyebrows whilst running his hand gently over her shiny coat.

“I should’ve warned you that I have a cat before you came over, in case you were deadly allergic, but I’m assuming you’re not, right?”.

He laughs.

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