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unceremoniously dumped!
The memory of the first time he’d set eyes on her nearly a week ago, was burned
into his brain. It had been a long day, he remembered, out on site working side by side
with his construction managers planning the first exciting phase of this new development.
He loved that time just after planning was granted, when he could get back to the nitty
gritty of what he loved to do. Managing the project would soon consume every minute of
his time but he always made time to indulge right at the beginning, it kept him sane,
working in the heat and the dust with the boys, and drinking with them afterwards of
course. They had fairly mobbed the little pub he remembered, filling it to its low rafters with
diesel fumes, dust and testosterone. The team’s attention had been taken with the pretty
barmaid, but he had been entranced by a pair of incredible violet eyes across the bar and
things had not been the same since.
Those eyes slanted almost orientally in a little pixie face, her straight little nose was
dusted with tiny golden freckles and her face was framed by a mass of copper curls. It was
this henna colour, as much as her obviously ethnic, slightly hippie garb that alerted him to
the fact that she was part of the protest group. Not that it made any difference, he was lost
the moment she flashed those lovely eyes at him, and lost was not a comfortable feeling
for the boss of GLM Construction, not a comfortable feeling at all. Then when he’d leant
over to take her lip-gloss he’d been enveloped in the scent of her, something clean, fresh
and spiced that elicited an almost primeval reaction in him.
He’d let her know he was interested and been encouraged to find she returned that
interest. Though obviously nervous, she had waited for him to approach her outside, had
allowed him to lead her to the vehicle and take her for a meal. That was when she had
begun to thaw, chatting delightfully and then afterwards responding to him with easy
passion. She was still responding when in his Cardiff apartment he had undressed her, the
thought of her naked body made his react even now. Tiny, she was perfect, the colourful
but shapeless garments he’d removed had revealed nothing less than perfection. Pale,
creamy, silky smooth skin, with a delightful sprinkling of golden freckles trailing across her
shoulders, long slender legs, and a tiny waist made to look even tinier by the curves of her
lovely hips and breasts. He remembered the mild surprise of seeing the cluster of copper
coloured curls that almost glowed at the apex of her thighs, so the hair was not hippie
henna coloured as he’d assumed, and that was not the only wrong assumption he’d made
that night he remembered ruefully.
He was still unsure of his feelings about that other incorrect assumption. He’d been
uncertain of her age, late twenties maybe, certainly old enough for her innocent state to
have come as a shock to say the least. Would he have stopped if he’d known? He couldn’t
say, deflowering virgins had never been his thing but the need to have this girl had been
overwhelming, so who could say. He was appalled that he’d hurt her, even a little, but on
the other hand the thought that he was the first, the only man she’d allowed such intimacy,
made him feel he’d been given a precious gift. Even now he could feel the trio of emotions
that had flooded through him as she’d bucked under him crying out in pain at his thrusting
intrusion. Shock at what he’d irretrievably broken was quickly followed by a lusting
response to her plea that he should not stop that had led him to heaven. He’d felt a rush of
bittersweet tenderness at her anger, her self derision, and he’d cradled her tenderly for a
long time before he’d had made love to her again and shown her just what her body was
capable of. He’d held back from taking her again knowing she would be tender, he could
wait, there would be plenty of time