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melting me from the inside out. I am actually really excited for our appointment.
     
    You are crazy Isabelle. Don’t I already know that?
     
    I close my eyes and slip into a state of unconsciousness.
     
    I am sat nervously in Damon’s office in the city. He is sat at the edge of his desk, tapping a ruler lightly on the palm of his hand. I can see the bulge in his shirt where his big muscular arms are trying to get out. His eyes are on me, undressing me. He slowly walks over and grabs my arms, pulling me in closer to him. One hand is on my back the other is on my arse. The heat radiating through me is burning. He bends down to me his lips hovering over mine waiting for my silent answer. Kiss me! As his lips find mine he slowly sinks his tongue in circling mine, tasting me and loving me. His hands skim over my breasts to the front of my buttoned shirt, slowly and methodically he starts to undo each button. I glance up and look into his eyes. He is concentrating on the task at hand determined to get me naked. His lips curve into a smile as he reaches the last button and he pushes my shirt slowly off my shoulders. “Such beautiful skin,” he murmurs. I go weak at the knees and melt into him, nuzzling into his chest as his hands skim over my skin. He looks down and his lips find mine again, taking me with reverence. His fingers find my nipples and they harden at his touch, tweaking and twisting lightly. His lips leave mine and I feel empty until they move down and close around my left breast. Biting and sucking. I can feel a build up inside of me, an intense pressure begging to release. I whip my head back and cry out as the fireworks ignite inside me.
     
    I wake with a start.
     
    Holy fucking cow!
     
    I feel dampness in between my legs. That’s what has woken me from my erotic dream, a mind shattering orgasm. That has never happened to me before. I get up out of bed, my legs still feeling slightly shaky from the eruption and head for the shower. This is crazy, how can I be feeling these things and having erotic dreams over someone I have met only once?
     
    I told you Izzy, you’re a nut case and you need sectioning.
     
    I laugh at myself in the mirror.
     
    Get a grip woman and sort your head out.
     
    I shower quickly and get dressed. I pack my bag up; put my phone and charger in then head downstairs. The hag isn’t awake yet so I quietly sneak out the front door and head down the road. I head towards the tram station and jump on the first tram heading to Deansgate station. As I sit on the tram I remember my dream, squirming in my seat I try to forget all about it . That is easier said than done though; it was just so intense, so new and so damn hot. The ding of the announcer informing me that we have arrived at my stop pulls me out of my reverie. Once I get off it’s just a short walk to the studio flat that I live in with my best friend.
    I pull my keys out of my bag as the front door flies open. Jenny grabs me and hauls me into her for the biggest hug I have ever had.
    “Oh my god Izzy, you fucking crazy, crazy girl. I thought I had lost you.” She is angry with me, but I can sense the relief in her voice. She smacks me lightly on the arm.
    “Jenny, it’s so good to see you too.” I smile “Please forgive me,” I beg. I look up at her; she looks stunning even in her pink flannelette pyjamas, her wavy blonde hair pulled up into an unkempt bun, her light green eyes bright and wide.
    “Of course I forgive you, but don’t you ever, ever put me through that again. I was going out of my mind. I wanted to stay at the hospital with you but your dad made me come home and then you went to his house I didn’t want to intrude, your dad seemed really distraught and work has called for you and I didn’t know what to tell them if you wanted people to know so I just told them that you had been really poorly and ….”
    I sigh, “Breathe Jenny, breathe, I’m here now it’s okay.” I snigger slightly. She has a