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around aimlessly. Almost as soon as I had submerged into the nice hot water, the mobile rang. Typical. Why did these things keep happening to me? I rummaged round to find a towel and snapped on my phone with exasperation.
    Right away I knew it was him. I tried to be really still so he wouldn’t hear the water slapping against the side of the tub. The last thing I wanted was him imagining me in the bath; bad enough the underwear.
    “Hello, is that Siobhan?”
    “Yes, that’s me. Hi,” I replied with feigned chirpiness.
    “Hi yourself, it’s Michael; sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. Arranging it all took longer than I thought,” he apologised.
    “S’ok. What’s the plan?”
    “Now if I told you that it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, would it?” he teased me in a slow sensual voice. “I’ll pick you up at 3.00 p.m. tomorrow.
    Michael was doing teasing—had he had a personality transplant? I hesitated, not wanting to put him to unnecessary trouble and also not really wanting him to come here.
    “There’s no need to pick me up. I can meet you in town somewhere.”
    “Absolutely not, tomorrow you’re my date and you will be treated like a lady, no arguments.” He was adamant.
    Mmm! I liked the sound of that. I felt an unexpected shiver of anticipation. He was a work colleague; he was hardly going to hurt me.
    “Ok, what should I wear?”
    “Dressy, maybe cocktail dress or something like that, is that ok?” he asked.
    “Ha! I bet you’re afraid now that I have nothing respectable to wear, Irish culchie that I am,” I taunted.
    “What on earth is a culchie?” he enquired.
    “Oh, it’s a derogatory term that city folk use for country folk in Ireland, a put you down…”
    He protested and I put him out of his misery. “I’m teasing, of course I’ve a dress and I’ll look forward to it.”
    “Before I go, did I catch you in the bath?”
    I groaned. Mr Intimidation had resurfaced. “Yes, you bloody did. I can imagine what you think of me.”
    “I’d better not tell you what I am thinking or you won’t come out with me tomorrow. Until then, goodnight, Siobhan.”
    Hell, that was playful, intimidation, and flirty in the course of two minutes. Seemed there was more to Mr Henrii than I realised.
    “Ok, ‘night and thanks.” I pressed the end button.
    I was feeling rather naughty as I shaved my legs and trimmed my bikini line. I soaked, de-fuzzed, and exfoliated, and did all the other stupid things we do for half an hour. As I washed between my legs, I could feel the smooth silky moisture gathering in spite of the bath water and my sex felt swollen and needy. I couldn’t resist lingering and circling. I soaped my other hand and washed my breasts, allowing my fingers to trail my erect nipples, rolling and tweaking them until I felt the pleasure rippling through me. I closed my eyes and recalled Michael’s stern but handsome face and the touch of his hand on my skin as I touched myself intimately. I managed to lose myself in my reverie, imagining it was his hands roaming my body. I circled my nipples and my clitoris with his image in my mind until I felt myself shudder into a mild orgasm. Almost as soon as I came, I felt embarrassed and humiliated at my foolishness—thank God I was the only witness!
    As I felt the water going cold, I reluctantly climbed out of the bath and rubbed my Burberry body lotion into my skin, lingering on my breasts and nipples. I was aware of a tingling all over my body, the aftershocks of the orgasm. These were forgotten sensations. That man was no good for me!
    I briskly dried off, trying to get my wayward thoughts under control. I tried on the new underwear. They felt so sensual and luxurious, further fanning the flames of the fire that had been too long dormant. I pulled on a bathrobe and went in search of Claire, who grinned as I came into the living room.
    “He got you in the bath, didn’t he? I suppose he copped it?”
    “Course he bloody did,