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That long, lingering look that says nothing and everything at the same time. I know it's coming before he kisses me. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My body feels weightless. As he moves closer he whispers, "Holly, Holly ..."
    We are locked in the moment and I instinctively tilt my face upwards to meet his. Finally, I feel his lips on mine. His kiss is soft and urgent at the same time, a kiss that wants more. The spell is broken when a passerby bumps into us. "Oi, get a room!"
    We both laugh and then he hugs me hard, lifting me off the ground.
    "Please Holly, have dinner with me soon. I would like to get to know you better."
    I'm smiling as I nod, "Yes, Nick, me too. Goodnight then." He kisses me again, lingering this time, and then he's gone, leaving me wanting more. Much more.
    I can't stop smiling to myself as I step onto the train. I replay over and over in my mind what just happened. I know I shouldn't but he's just so damned gorgeous. I swore I wouldn't do this.
    I'm not the one-night stand type of girl. Not that I think there's anything wrong with that but it's just never happened that way for me. I seem to just move from one serious boyfriend to another - serial monogamist, I guess. But I vowed when I started this job that I wouldn't let anything get in the way of work. I'm going to the top and the last thing I need is the distraction of some guy. A relationship really isn't on my agenda right now, especially not with the boss. That would be career suicide.
    Don't get me wrong, I'm not a nun. A girl's only human, but the only action I've had lately has been with my big, pink rubber rabbit. There was that guy from Goldman Sachs that I hooked up with a few times over the summer. He wasn't exactly a boyfriend but it might have become something more. The sex was great, it was just a pity his favourite topic of conversation was the size of his bonus. The size of his cock was much more to my liking.
    It's been a while and if I'm honest I miss being intimate with someone. Two more stops until home. I close my eyes and imagine Nick kissing me, stroking my ass then rubbing my tits through my blouse. Then he's pulling up my skirt. "Holly, Holly ..." he breathes in my ear. His breath sends shivers down my back. I feel his hands move up my thighs and then between my legs. He rubs me through my knickers. My pussy is wet and throbbing. The train jolts to a stop and it's time for me to get off. I jump up from my dream and set off on the short walk home.
    Back above ground, my phone beeps. I feel a flutter of excitement as I take it out to check. It's not Nick. Just a text from Adam confirming tomorrow night. Soon I'm at the flat. There's music playing and muffled sounds of Tara squealing and a man laughing, coming from her bedroom. She's home early tonight.
    Typical. Rub it in why don't you, Tara? Just what I don't need when I'm feeling horny, is the sound effects of Tara banging some bloke. The pair of boots outside her door confirm she has pulled. It's our code for when a guy is staying over. I don't know how she does it. It's a different man every week. She doesn't seem bothered about seeing any of them again, she says she's just having fun. And it certainly sounds like it.
    Holly needs some fun too. I pour myself a glass of wine and bring it into my bedroom. I take my trusty rabbit from the bedside drawer. I can hear the headboard banging against the wall in Tara's room. The familiar groans, grunts, and screams of ecstasy leave me in no doubt of her current pleasure. Lying on the bed, I close my eyes and start to touch myself. The rabbit buzzes loudly as it springs into action.
    Now then, Nick, where were we?

CHAPTER TEN

    I love Saturday mornings, as long as they involve fresh croissants and orange juice, lots of coffee, and a stack of newspapers. This morning follows the perfect formula, but with a spanner in the works. Despite my better judgment, I'm checking my phone every few minutes. Scrub that. It's more like