True to his text, she heard his car pull up at 2pm on the dot. After much preening and pacing and clock watching and ignoring Muffin staring at her knowingly.

Peeking out of the small work room curtains, she could see the sleek sporty black car park neatly beside her own pink car. Watched him slide effortlessly out, wearing a printed t-shirt with a faded vintage logo on front, jeans and trainers. Somehow the casual attire made him seem so much more youthful and carefree than his normal white shirts and tailored pants and a lot more sexually devastating. Her heart quickened as she smoothed down her floral dress and...