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Well, the objective was to practise, right? He was a chef who had been teaching us to cook, but now I wanted him to teach me how to feel passion again. So I kind of wanted extra lessons.
Got it.
I started typing on my phone under the table.
I need help with something later when the others have gone to bed. Would you like to help me?
I gently touched his thigh and pointed to the message on my phone, which I was holding to the right-hand side of my leg, in between our chairs.
He read it, then looked up at me, eyes wide like a kid that’s just walked into Hamley’s for the first time, and started nodding eagerly.
Great! He’s up for it…
I started typing slyly on my phone again.
But you don’t even know what I need help with yet.
He turned to me and mouthed seductively,I will do whatever you want.
He licked his lips again.
Fuck…
I carried on typing:
Well, as you know, I’m newly single, so I need some practice as it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man. Do you think you could give me some extra lessons…?
I can’t believe I just wrote that…I showed him the screen.
His eyes widened, and he was now grinning so much I thought his face was going to shatter.
He leant over to me, his thigh now brushing against mine, and whispered in my ear, ‘I am very good teacher.’
Oh, Jesus. My body began to tingle. He was really starting to turn me on…
Suddenly the rest of the table seemed to sense that we were having our own private conversation. Fran, ever Mrs Perceptive, did a false stretch and completely overexaggerated yawn.
‘Oh, I’msoootired,’ she said. ‘I think it’s time to go to bed. Don’t you, Dan and Grace? I think we should be heading to our rooms now.’
Dan frowned, looking confused, then Fran subtly tilted her head in our direction as if to say,I think these two have some private business to attend to.
‘Yes, yes, right, yes,’ said Dan. ‘I’mverytired too. Erica, shall we take the plates out into the kitchen?’
‘I’ll help too,’ added Grace, grinning widely.
I sure had lucked out with these lot. Lorenzo and I remained at the table, now seemingly rooted to the spot and gazing at each other. It was obvious that there was a magnetism drawing us together.
‘It’s okay. We will clear the table. You can go to bed,’ offered Saint Lorenzo, recognising that the sooner we emptied the room, the sooner we could get up to no good.
Fran gave me a wink as she herded everyone out like a flock of sheep. Erica looked a little crestfallen but, ever the professional, still mustered a ‘goodnight’ before disappearing outside and over to the building opposite the main house.
When the room was clear, Lorenzo stared into my eyes.
‘So…’ he said, patting his sexy, solid left thigh, signalling for me to sit there. ‘What would you like to practise first?’
