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‘I’m getting on Rightmove right now.’
‘Not… right this minute I hope.’ James smiled, leaning in for another kiss.
She giggled. ‘Not exactly right this minute… no way I can concentrate while you’re doing that, PM.’
James laughed, his kisses moving down to her neck and making her forget her own name let alone where she lived. ‘Sorry not sorry.’
‘Can you promise not to mention your ex-girlfriend again for a bit?’ breathed Felicity.
‘I’ll do my best.’
Everything went a bit blurry after that. In the best way.
CHAPTER 18
The following day was Andrea’s only day off of the week, which meant it was just Charlie and Felicity at the centre.
It’ll be fine, Felicity told herself as she dumped her stuff in the staff room. She could handle this. She was a grown-up, right? So long as no actual handling went on, everything would be fine. Now, where was that boy?
‘Charlie?’ she said tentatively into the corridor.
‘In here,’ came a voice from Andrea’s office.
‘What are you doing in there? No stealing shit.’
‘Would I?’
‘Or setting fire to shit.’
‘Come on. What do you take me for?’
‘What are you doing then?’ said Felicity. She rounded the corner and then let out a little scream. ‘What the hellareyou doing?’
Standing before her was Charlie, leaning on the edge of Andrea’s desk, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. His tanned chest was smooth and firm and muscled and Felicity tried not to stare.
‘Charlie,’ she said as firmly as she could manage in the circumstances. ‘Put your clothes on at once.’
‘Don’t tell me you don’t want a piece of this?’ Charlie waved a hand down his body, a wide grin plastered on his face.
Felicity tried to remain indignant. ‘I most definitely do not.’
Charlie stood up, and moved closer to her, swaying seductively, not remotely put off by the fact she now had her hands over her eyes.
‘Put some clothes on, what are you playing at?’ She tried to sound light-hearted. Nonchalant. Carefree, even. And failed.
Nearly-naked Charlie continued towards her, not even perturbed when she started humming to herself and rocking back and forth to block out the sight of his approaching bare chest and dangerously-defined six-pack.
‘Put it away. I mean it,’ said Felicity, her voice getting more and more high-pitched.
Charlie smiled lazily. ‘Come on, Felicity, you’ve been giving me the come-on for weeks.’
‘I most certainly have not.’
‘You have. You kept my rabbit and everything.’
Felicity had to resist the urge to laugh. Bless him. It was kind of sweet. ‘You left me that… thing?’
‘Of course I did. Made it myself,’ he said proudly. His eyes were on her lips now. They were inches apart.
