Page 47 of Straight to Me

“Mads,” his voice sounds tired, broken even.

“Everything ok?”

“Long afternoon. Nothing for you to worry about. You free for dinner?”

“What are you thinking?”

“I’ll come get you, grab a takeaway? You can stay with me tonight.”

I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t. “I can drive myself to yours, grab some food, then I’ll have to drive home. I’ve got a meeting at nine.”

“I’ll come pick you up.”

I pause, a smile breaking out on my face. “I’ll drive myself.”Here we go again.

“Mads,” I’m about to call him Dean, “and don’t call me Dean. I’m your VP.”

Hearing him say that sends my body into overdrive. I need to see him, now. “I can come over now?” He can hear my need, my want to see him. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s smiling at the other end of this call.

“Can you remember where I live?”Bollocks. No. It was dark when he rode there yesterday. I only remember the number.

“It was seventy-seven, that’s all I got.”

He laughs. “I’ll text you it now. Be quick,” he adds.You don’t have to tell me twice. It’s been eight hours since I last saw him, of course I’ll be there as soon as I can.

I shower again, not wasting time washing my hair and my choice of underwear is purely for his enjoyment. A matching black lace, French knicker set. It rides up my bum, but it hugs my body expertly. Fresh makeup applied, I then slip on some black fitting jeans, and a tight tank top showing plenty of cleavage.

I let Jess know I won’t be back late due to my meeting early doors. She eyes me with a smirk, but I’m serious. I’m excited to start my new job, I won’t ruin it before it’s started.

Chapter Fifteen

VP sits slumped on the sofa, one arm resting on the edge propping up his head on his knuckles. He seems stressed about something. Work? Me? The club? I still can’t tell as I stand near him, picking up my knickers off the floor.

I drove as fast as I could to his house and when he’d opened the door to let me in, his body was covered from the waist down with just a towel, the perfect V below his hips visible.

Tiny droplets of water were begging to be touched as they trickled down his bare chest, his hair still wet from the shower.

He was mind numbingly irresistible.

We collided together in a tangle just through the door, both desperate to rid the other of their clothes and towel. There were no words exchanged, our bodies perfectly capable of speaking their own language.

But he was off kilter somehow. I felt it in his touch and in the way that he kissed me.

I pull up my knickers as I sit beside him on the sofa. The tension I noticed in VP now sits heavy between us. “Are you okay?” I finally ask.

He stares at me intensely. “Earlier, at the flat…” His voice sounds tired. Not physically, but emotionally. “Mads. I can’t just be your friend,” he says, his voice faltering.

My eyes search for what he’s really trying to say. He wants me to be more than his friend, like a girlfriend? It might not have been long, but in the time I’ve known him, he definitely means more to me than I could’ve ever imagined. Hearing him trying to say he feels the same, makes my heart race with apprehensive excitement.

“VP,” I say. He looks at me, still leaning back against the cushion. “What happened today, when you had to go?”

“Nothing bad.” My lips stretch into a smile of relief. “I found out I have to go away for a week.” He takes in a big breath before continuing, “Mads, I don’t think you realise how much you mean to me. I know it’s crazy, but I can’t deny the feelings I have for you.”

That’s what’s causing his stress?

“I only said what I did to Michelle for my own selfish need to get the flat. I didn’t mean any of it.” He doesn’t say anything, his eyes just watch me as I lean back, bending my knees to one side so that I face him. “Where do you have to go?” I ask, moving my hand to his head.

I run my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. He takes a moment before answering my question. “Australia.”

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