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speak excellent English.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Alan. I listen to it a lot, in the restaurant.”
    “Please, call me John.” I shifted my feet. Thoughts of the restaurant booth and what Tida had done had my cock filling and heat simmering in my bollocks. What I wouldn’t do for another booking at that eatery, with her on the menu this time and me dishing out the treats.
    A tense silence stretched between us. There was so much I wanted to know about this fascinating little woman but I didn’t know where to start.
    “So, do you need any help with a purchase?” I asked.
    Duh, of all the dumb things to say.
    “I don’t think so.” She glanced around.
    Quick, John, salvage the situation.
    “I was planning a walk in the Malverns today,” I said. “It’s a couple of hours from London, but the scenery is spectacular, it’s unspoilt and the weather is set to be perfect.” I swallowed tightly, braced for rejection. “Do you fancy coming with me?” She parted her lips as if surprised, then nibbled on her bottom lip, an act that was both innocent and erotic and did nothing to help the burgeoning swell in my denims.
    “That sounds an interesting invitation,” she said quietly.
    “Of course I know it’s short notice, and if you’re er, working tonight then I can’t promise to get you back early evening, and I—”
    “I am not working and I have never been to the Malvern Hills.” She paused.
    “But…”
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    “But I have not dressed for a hike.” She gestured down her luscious body.
    I grinned. That was something I could easily sort. “Tida, you are standing in my shop, it is full of everything you could ever need for hiking. Whatever you want is yours.”
    “Really?”
    I folded my arms over my chest. “Yeah, really, whatever you fancy.” How glad was I that I’d built an outdoor clothing empire. Never thought it would come in so handy when wooing women.
    She glanced around. “But the weather is warm, will I need much?”
    “Of course, starting with shoes.” I nodded at her high heels. They were pale blue with small white bows on the top. “You’ll need something like this.” I stepped over to a rack of hiking shoes, thick soled and sturdy around the ankles. “Here, try these on, size three?”
    She nodded and sat on a low bench. She slipped out of her heels, revealing the neat toes that had held flowers between them the night before. After grabbing woolen socks, I dropped to my knees before her, only just hiding the discomfort my semi caused.
    “Need a hand, boss?”
    I looked up. Dan was hovering by our side.
    “No, it’s okay, I’ve got this one,” I said, widening the laces on the hiking shoes I’d chosen for Tida.
    “I can take over if you want to get off,” Dan said.
    “Nope. I’m good.” I held the shoe to Tida. “Try this for size.” She smiled almost shyly and took it.
    Dan must have walked away but I didn’t notice him go. I was mesmerized by every action of Tida’s. The way her slim foot, now covered in a navy sock, slotted into the shoe, how her delicate fingers looked against the sturdy material and the way her elegant shins rose from it.
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    “How does it feel?” I asked.
    “Tight, but in a good way, it would stop me twisting my ankle.”
    “Good, that’s how it’s supposed to feel. Here, try the other.” The left shoe fit perfectly. As did the lightweight lilac jacket I picked out for her, and the khaki canvas shorts. I didn’t encourage her to change the t-shirt. That item of clothing was as near perfect as it was possible to get. Though I did wonder if I would be able to control my gaze all day. Knowing how lovely her breasts were beneath the t-shirt made it all the more tempting to stare. I didn’t need to imagine, I knew that her chest was exquisitely beautiful.
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    After tearing down the M4 then winding up toward Leominster, I parked up at a deserted farm