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“Nothing.”
Trinity had been Micah’s college. I’d spent many an evening in his lodgings and I knew many of the porters who’d kept guard on the college’s precincts. I didn’t want Stefan to know about my clandestine activities in Micah’s single bed. The bed had creaked, loudly. I remembered the headboard banging as we fucked. He’d smuggled me in countless times, but once the novelty had worn off, I’d hated the room. Or was that my perspective now? In retrospect, everything I’d done with Micah had transformed into a sordid affair.
We returned to Stefan’s studio following our post-lunch meander. We’d spoken little, nothing of consequence, just small talk and awkward chit-chat. However, the casualness of it all helped me relax. I apologized for my behavior in the salon and he brushed it aside, surprised at my contriteness.
A pile of mail had landed on his doormat. He scooped it up as he entered the house. I followed behind as he deposited the letters on the dining room table. When Stefan switched the kettle switched on, I took that as a signal that sex was off the agenda. I hunted around for mugs while Stefan stared at his telephone.
“Sorry, I need to check these voice messages.” He picked up the handset and dialed a number, listening to the voice at the other end. His face furrowed.
“Something wrong?” I asked, pouring the hot water into two mugs.
“I have to ring my brother in Germany.” He dialed again.
Listening to Stefan speak his other mother tongue, I could tell he had no difficulty switching between the two languages. He spoke quickly, with increasing exasperation, which even I could recognize. His voice rose and fell, the tone hardened, and he snapped a few words. The pacing up and down added to my inference. He wasn’t on good terms with his brother. The heated call ended with Stefan snarling into the handset.
I hadn’t understood a word he’d spoken. I wanted to crawl into a kitchen cupboard. My presence had become an unnecessary intrusion into another part of his life. I pretended to make a big deal about making his coffee.
A deep sigh filled the space between us.
“Problems?” I inquired, trying to keep the curiosity out of my voice.
“Nothing to concern you,” he said sharply. Another sigh. “Sorry, that was rude. Family matter.”
“Sure,” I said with a shrug, but his annoyance hit hard. What didn’t he want to tell me?
He wandered over to where Nettie lay in her case on the piano stool. He flicked the catches and opened the lid. “Put her together.” He pointed at my instrument.
I placed my half-drunk coffee on the worktop. “If you’d like me to play for you.”
He waved his hand at the clarinet. “Practice time.”
The change in subject lightened the air between us. I swiftly put Nettie together and twisted the joints into line. “What do you want me to play?”
“The solo from Espagnole.”
I went to fish out the music from my case, and he tapped my arm. “You don’t need the music. You’ve played it enough to know it by heart.”
Possibly. It wouldn’t do me any harm to find out.
“Also. Take off your clothes.”
“What?” I straightened and went rigid.
A tiny smirk passed over his face as he witnessed my discomfort. “Humor me. In any case, it will do your confidence a world of good.”
“Or your cock.” I jabbed the end of my clarinet at his crotch.
He laughed. “No, seriously. If you can play with no music, in the nude, just imagine how easy it will be buried in the midst of an orchestra. You’ll think it a cinch.”
“Thrill you, too,” I persisted.
“Now, adding in a blindfold would certainly enthrall me.”
I took a step back, clutching Nettie to my heaving chest.
“Take your clothes off, Mausi.” He spoke super softly. A tantalizing, irresistible tone, which made my pathetic, needy clit buzz with excitement. I knew what would follow my little performance. He wouldn’t deny me a reward, would he?
I put the clarinet down on the piano and, with trembling fingers, peeled away my cotton top. The jeans hugged too well—I had to tug at them. Stefan had stepped back, giving me space, but he watched me, hawk-like. The hardest part was removing my knickers. My fingers went stiff and a sense of paralysis crippled me. I tossed my panties to one side and covered my tits with one arm and cupped a hand over my mound.
