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did know what she looked like naked and I did know that she gave amazing head.
    I stuck my hand out for a passing taxi and jumped in. Nothing else to do except to go home and jerk off. But at least I had the delicious memory of my unusual dessert to get me hard again. Just a damn shame I couldn’t return the favor.
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Chapter Four
    I hadn’t planned on going into the Tottenham Court Road store on Saturday morning, but there’d been a problem with the alarm overnight and my manager Dan called first thing.
    “Should be okay now,” I said, after resetting the system and applying new passwords. “Probably the damn pigeons again making nests in the eaves. They set off the alarm last spring if you remember.”
    “I thought the holes in the fascia had been filled,” Dan said with a frown.
    I shrugged. “These old attics are so higgledy-piggledy, it only takes one gap to be missed and the birds are back in. Call Pest Mate on Monday and get them to come and check it out.”
    “Sure thing, boss,” Dan said, picking up a mug of tea and slurping noisily. “You hanging around for a bit?”
    “Nah, it’s been a heavy week. I’m going to make the most of the sunshine and get out into the hills.”
    “Sounds great. Have fun.” His attention was caught by a ringing telephone. He sat on his office chair and swiveled away from me, reaching for it.
    I wandered down a narrow corridor, pushed through swing doors and onto the shop floor. I adored the scent of my stores. A combination of canvas and leather, new clothes and a metallic tang that was unique to climbing equipment. It represented adventure and fun, the great outdoors, the life I loved.
    “Mr. Alan.”
    I turned at the sound of a female voice. I felt as though I’d been shoved in the chest and my head spun in surprise. Standing before me was my sweet little Geisha girl. She 29
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    had a look of nervousness, very different to the pinched, determined expression when I’d approached her on the street.
    “I, er, hi,” I managed.
    Her hair was loose and ran like a black silken sheet over her shoulders. She wore neat red lipstick over her entire mouth, not just the center, and her eyes were once again kohled, though not as heavily as in the restaurant.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked.
    Her mouth is beautiful, and fuck she knows how to use it.
    She tugged at her tight white t-shirt, pulling it nearer to the waistband of her short skirt. It stretched over her pert breasts and I could almost make out her nipples pressing against the cups of her bra. She was unsuccessful at covering her bare, tanned midriff, despite the yank on her t-shirt.
    “I wanted to apologize,” she said. “I was rude to you last night.” I shrugged and let a smile tip my lips. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I startled you. It wasn’t very thoughtful of me to be hanging around in the shadows of an alley.” She gave a small nod and cast her eyes downward.
    I racked my brains for something to say. I didn’t fancy another knockback but would she turn me down again? She was here after all, in my store, the one nearest to The Geisha Plate. Could I flatter myself with the thought that she’d been hanging around waiting for me since opening time? It would have been an educated guess for her to think I might be here, what with Rai and I chatting about Dare Go There all evening, but she was lucky I was, it not being my usual routine.
    “So perhaps,” I said, curling my hand over a metal rail holding an assortment of windproof jackets and trying to project an air of calmness, “you could tell me your name now, as a way of apology.”
    She looked back up at me. Once again the startling, dark depths of her eyes took my breath away.
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    “My name is Tida.”
    “Beautiful name. Where are you from? Japan?”
    She shook her head and her hair trickled farther over her shoulders and down her chest. “No, I am from Thailand. I moved to London three years ago.”
    “You