Flirting with Danger by Bev Hardy (digital e reader TXT) 📖

you're having an affair or anything; you just don't want to wake Luke.'

Then Luke's hand on her knee began to wander and she looked up at him again, convinced that he must be awake. He wasn't though, she could just sense it. Besides, from her earlier experience with him on the sofa, if he was conscious of where his hands were on her, his breathing would be quite different; she instinctively knew his alert state. This dream he was having was definitely an erotic one though.

The hand began to inch up her leg, his fingers seemingly enjoying the feel of her skin.

'Right, that's it; now you really do have to move.'

'He's not even awake; he doesn't know what he's doing. Don't punish him when he hasn't even done anything wrong.'

'But if he doesn't know what he's doing, then how do you know where he will stop?'

'Okay, so if he goes too far, stop him and then and wake him up. For now, leave him to enjoy his dream.'

The hand reached the barrier of her dress hem and hesitated. She held her breath.

'Stop him now.'

'Let him carry on.'

He sighed again, moving his head on the cushion and his hand too, pushing past the material. Her heart was beating so fast, she was sure it was going to wake him.

Then suddenly she flooded with heat and all there was in her entire world were his hands, the one causing havoc on the very base of her back, and the one easing up her leg. No other thoughts could penetrate the haze in her head apart from how his hands felt on her and where they were going to move to next.

The hand down the back of her dress had stilled, but was it there, she could feel the heat of his palm and fingers, a constant reminder of how far they had reached. But it was his other hand that was burning her up, inching higher and taking the material of her dress slowly with it.

'You have to stop this.'

'It's too late; if you wake him now, he will see by your face that you're aroused.'

Oh God, that was true! She couldn't wake him; he'd know immediately. She couldn't do anything. But what would happen if he touched her intimately? Then, to her utter astonishment, she realized that her body was actually burning for him to do just that! And worse, the more that thought hit her, the more her body burned for him to do it!

Oh God, it was too long since she'd had sex!

She should stop putting Richie off. Okay so the proposals were freaking her out somewhat, but clearly lack of sex was doing something crazy to her mind!

His hand abruptly stopped then. His wrist had come into contact with his own leg that was entangled with hers. His leg flinched in reaction to the feel of sudden contact with his wrist, and the muscle in his thigh flexed against her, the tiny movement heightening her pleasure to ridiculous proportions now. Damn it, she was aching so much! Oh my God, maybe she would just wake him up and tell him to touch her all over with those hands …everywhere!

As if reading her mind, Luke did wake up moments later. He was definitely awake as she felt him suddenly jolt and move his head to look down at her. She kept her eyes firmly closed and prayed that he couldn't feel her burning up. In reality, letting him know how she was feeling at that moment was probably asking for more trouble than she could handle.

Wooah, how did his hands get there? Luke grinned. Even in his sleep, his body's instincts were spot on! He was itching to move his hands though, feel more …explore. But Charlie would murder him if he tried and woke her up. He could feel lace panties underneath one hand, Charlie's lace panties! Grrrr. He wondered what colour they were. And then there was the softest flesh of one inner thigh underneath the other. Luke's sex drive always worked overtime in the morning, but this was enough to send it through the roof! Thank everything that was good for Gina and Dennis… for secret office sex, for locked doors, chess games, slow dances to songs when it's rainin', but most of all, thank goodness for sofas!

Then pandemonium hit, when the clear sound of voices could be heard in the adjoining room.

No! The cleaners! They were early!

Charlie sprang into action, pushing at Luke in an attempt to untangle herself from him.

"The cleaners Luke, move, now!"

Luke was just as keen to move, as he really didn't want to be caught looking as randy as hell if the cleaners saw them lying on the sofa together. If that were the case, when he stood, they would see evidence of his randiness! If he was lucky though, and quick enough, he could be up and ready to walk past them, hopefully before they noticed.

He grabbed Charlie by the waist and practically lifted her off the sofa and onto the floor. She scrambled to stand, hanging onto the sofa arm for support. By the time the door began opening, both of them were standing and ready to get out of there as soon as humanly possible!

Chapter 12

 

"Oh really, a double date. Would have been nice to be consulted about it Richie. Hmm, Luke suggested it, did he…

 

 

"I can't wait to take a long, hot bath," Charlie sighed, slipping into the front seat of Luke's hire car.

 

Luke grinned as he turned on the ignition. "Yeah, I can imagine that."

 

Charlie turned her head and glared at him. Okay, so she could hardly be angry at him for comments like that, considering her shocking behaviour back there. But it was just instinctive for her to react to his remarks. Besides, Luke knew nothing of what had happened, so everything was as normal, right?

 

"I mean, imagine that you can't wait for the bath," he clarified, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

 

She tutted, but then closed her eyes again. "Before I do anything else, I'm getting out of this dress and getting into that bath," she said.

 

That image didn't stop Luke from grinning either.

 

In the process of backing out of the driveway however, Luke abruptly pulled to a halt. Charlie's eyes opened. What was happening?

 

"Spoke too soon Charlie, aint that Sue there?" he said, pointing to the woman who was making her way up the front steps of the club.

 

Oh God, yes it was.

 

"Yes, but…"

 

"Well, let's go talk to her; we gotta find out about those discs," he stressed.

 

She lifted her head and turned to him, not looking entirely happy he noticed. "Adams, I have been locked in a room with you all night; I haven't had a wash and I'm still wearing the same clothes as I was yesterday lunch time. I am not going in there with yesterday's clothes on!"

 

"Charlie," he replied, with rising impatience, "I've got a stiff in the back of my car. This thing aint gonna wait; a little help here would be appreciated."

 

"Adams, there will probably be people in there who saw me yesterday. What do you imagine they will think when they see me still in this dress?" she put to him.

 

"Look," he began in a softer tone, "the place was almost empty just now. Those people from yesterday are probably at home in bed, nursin' hangovers from the Sunday blow out. Let's go find Sue while we know where she is. C'mon Charlie, my neck's on the line here," he reasoned.

 

She glanced anxiously at the entrance to the club. Damn him and his dead body!

 

"You're really going to make me go in there, aren't you?" she growled, "Okay, but we had better be quick, and if anyone asks, the story is that I haven't moved all of my clothes back to my house yet, okay?"

 

"What?" he frowned with confusion.

 

"It's being decorated. I moved some of my things into Richie's place," she explained.

 

"Whatever," he shrugged, "Let's go."

 

Once inside the reception area of the club, Charlie was keen to avoid Hannah at the reception desk, since she had seen Luke and Charlie just before they had got locked in the room the evening before. On their way out, Charlie had made use of the fire exit around the back of the building, avoiding that embarrassment. She wasn't so lucky this time though; as soon as they entered, Hannah looked up from her desk and stood, calling out to her and approaching them.

 

"Charlie, are you okay? Richie has been here looking for you. Apparently your mobile phone is off," she said, glancing at Luke inquisitively.

 

Oh great! Well, at least she knew that out of all the people at the club, Hannah was discrete. She would talk to her later and explain… well, at least she'd have to come up with some reasonable explanation.

 

"Is it?" she said innocently, reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. "Oh, silly me," she chuckled, looking at the screen, "it's run out of charge. Where is Richie now then?" she asked anxiously.

 

"He left about ten minutes ago," Hannah replied.

 

"Okay, well, thanks Han. Listen, we have to dash, got some things to do," she said vaguely, "We'll speak later, yes?"

 

"Okay, no problem Charlie. See you later," Hannah said, returning to her desk.

 

Phew, now to find Sue quick smart. Charlie turned to Luke then, only to find, to her consternation, that he wasn't there!

 

Great! Things were going from bad to worse; now she had an Adams loose about the Club!

 

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Outside, on the lawn, five of the regular club members were just finishing their weekly Monday morning meeting, along with breakfast and the obligatory Bucks Fizz. After all, Doug was never back until later that evening.

 

"Okay, now that's sorted, what say we have one more of these lovely bubbly bubblies to set us up for the day," suggested one blonde, muscular but very flamboyant male club member.

 

"Eddie, you are a terrible influence," one woman responded, laughing.

 

"Don't you know it sweetheart. Come on, pass that bottle over," he replied, to the encouragement of the other four.

 

"Hello, who's this?" Eddie said in mid pour, watching as a dark haired woman, in a short skirt, belt and the tightest top he'd ever seen… at least in that club… approached them from around the side of the building. "Adrian, have you been frequenting the local strip bars again?" he joked.

 

"There are no strip bars local to here Eddie. Where have you been the last ten years?" he came back.

 

Eddie sighed. "At home, waiting for Mr Gorgeous to knock on my door. Ooh, don't look now; she's coming this way."

 

As the woman got closer, it was even more apparent that she stood out like a sore thumb; she was more dressed for the evening than a Monday morning, and even in the evening, the people in the club didn't dress quite like that.

 

"Hiya you guys." The woman's voice seemed to emanate every part of that garden with the brashness of its American accent. It was as out of place as her clothes were.

 

The five club members looked up at her in astonishment. Were they supposed to know her?

 

Eddie, being forever accommodating and open to new acquaintances, stood from his chair to welcome her. The