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Her body called out to me too. I wanted to savour her. Ravage her.
As she bent over to pick up a box, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage, and my cock just grew an extra inch.
The architect walked around the land and pointed to where a forty-bed dorm would go.
Curious as always, Ethan joined me as I discussed the design of the boot camp with the designer.
“You’re really doing this?” he asked, nodding a greeting to Hamish.
“You bet,” I said.
“Boot camps are popular, I suppose.” Ethan’s face sparked up. “Hey, why not open it up to the public? You know, like a kind of mini Survivor training ground.” He waited for my response and then added, “I know, troubled youth transformed into upstanding community do-gooders within a month. A kind of Biggest Loser meets Survivor. Without the pounds to shed, of course.” He laughed, pleased with himself.
“What did you sprinkle on your Muesli this morning?” I asked.
“I don’t do Muesli.” He pulled a face. “Can’t stomach all that squishy cereal muck.”
I chuckled. Ethan and his bouncy outlook on life at least made for some entertainment.
We spent the next hour being shown the dimensions and where the gym and various partitions would be placed.
I shook Hamish’s hand. “That looks great. When can they start?”
“I’ll speak to the builders today and get back to you.”
After Hamish left, I turned to Ethan. “This is a serious venture, you realise.”
“I know that. But will it turn a profit?” He followed me along as we walked back to the hall.
“The government grants are a done deal. They’ll cover the running costs. I’ve got my finger in a few pies. And there’s the farming element of this project.”
We entered the hall, where, in the distance, Theadora dusted shelves filled with valuable antiques passed down from generations of Lovechildes.
Ethan paused and cocked his head towards her. “Now that’s a pretty sight. She fits that shirt well. I’m about to ask her to polish the silver in my room.”
I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into another room.
“Listen, Ethan, she’s out of fucking bounds. You got that?” I stared him square in the face, and he returned the same cocky grin he wore when as boys we’d fight over who was going to bowl first in family cricket games, or him cheating at tennis.
“Have you fucked her?” he asked.
“No.”
“But you’d like to, wouldn’t you?”
“She’s not that type of girl,” I said. “She’s inexperienced.” I didn’t hide my frustration, because had Theadora not been a virgin, I would have asked her out by now.
Although I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, seeing Theadora bending over had me in a state of constant arousal.
“How do you know?” he asked.
I told him about the incident in the laneway.
He whistled. “She must have looked fucking nice in a corset.”
You’re telling me… more than fucking nice. Like a lifetime of wet dreams and more.
“She was drugged. She can’t remember a thing.”
