Page 76 of An Unholy Affair
Jack: Player? How d’you work that out?
Finn: I’ve never known you to have a girlfriend, and if I looked like you, I’d be whoring it up.
Jack: No, you wouldn’t.
Finn: Fair enough, but I’d dream about it.
* * *
Jack: I’m sorry about earlier. I’ve spoken to Finn about the shower and hopefully he’s going to install a new one this evening.
Eveline: Can we talk face-to-face please?
Jack: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Eveline: How about tomorrow?
Jack: I’m working on the mural in the morning, then have a planning meeting for the Winter Ball in the afternoon at the Manor.
Eveline: After that?
Jack: Sorry, I can’t.
* * *
Standing in the main kitchen at Foxbrooke Haven, Jack stared at the kettle as it slowly came to the boil.
Every synapse in his brain fired, shutting down thought after thought of Eveline, but every cell of his body thrummed with awareness of her. He closed his eyes, falling back into the memories of her hot mouth, her soft skin, the needy, breathy sounds as she ground her pussy into his cock.
Jack glanced around, making sure the room was empty, then readjusted himself. For the past year, Eveline coloured every fantasy, every sexual encounter. But even the most lurid of imaginings didn’t touch the technicolour brilliance of her reality.
After the first flush of his sexual awakening in Australia, no matter how attracted he was to the woman he was with, part of him always remained detached. The part that kept everything under control.Hiscontrol. It meant he could focus entirely on his partner’s pleasure—a skill that ensured his success as an escort.
But yesterday, Eveline had blown any control he’d had to bits. Jack knew he shouldn’t have touched her, but when she pressed herself against him and brought her sweet lips to his, it would have been easier to cap an erupting volcano.
Hearing someone enter the kitchen, he forced a bland smile to his face and turned.
‘Hi, Robert, isn’t it?’
The elderly man gave a small salute. ‘That’s me.’
‘Cup of tea?’
‘If you’re making one, that would be lovely, thank you.’ He took a seat at a wooden table and rested his cane against it. ‘Milk, no sugar, please.’
Jack made the tea, brought the mugs to the table, and sat.
‘Have you come in here for a break?’ Robert asked. ‘I can leave you alone if you’d prefer?’
‘Not at all. I’d enjoy the company.’And it will help me stop thinking about Eveline.
‘The mural’s looking good. Have you sketched it out completely now?’
‘Almost. I wanted it to be pretty detailed in pencil before we start with the paints. Do you want to give us a hand?’
‘I’d like to, but I don’t want to take anyone’s place, or get in the way.’
‘You won’t.’ He glanced at Robert’s cane. ‘Would you rather sit when you paint?’
