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“So the ball’s in my court again?” I wasn’t sure if the conversation had switched from a job offer tosex.

“Yep. It’s time for you to man up. I thought I was doing something wonderful for you over the weekend, turns out, Iwasn’t.”

He leaned a little towards me and reached out with his hand to cup mychin.

“The nextlessonas you call it, will be entirely up toyou.”

So the game was still on? The man was giving me a headache with all the switches in personality and the crypticmessages.

I opened my car door, not waiting for him to do it. I struggled out and then leaned on the roof to look backin.

“Thank you for the ride home, Mackenzie. I’ll think on that offer, both ofthem.”

I walked away. He didn’t leave immediately. I took a sneaky peek over my shoulder as I walked through the door to the lifts. He held a mobile to his ear but hadn’t looked myway.

“Fuck you,” I whispered as I called thelift.

I’d prove to him that I was man enough for a challenge. I’d never shied away from a difficult task before but running abusiness?

When I got to my apartment I opened my laptop and sent a message to Gabriella, asking her if she’d give me more details on what the positionentailed.

I then sent atext.

My nextlesson– I want to watch someone havingsex.

I stifled the giggle that threatened to leave my lips. I held the phone in my hand and waited for his reply. It didn’tcome.

“Bollocks,” I said, as I rose and decided I needed something toeat.

As I sat with a glass of wine and a sandwich I thought on the text I’d sent. What Mackenzie was offering was addictive. He was giving me the opportunity to experience all those things I’d read about and been turned on by. But, like the previous weekend, it was all well and good in fiction. I swallowed down thepanic.

No harm could come from watching another couple, right?Ithought.

The problem was, I’d already experienced theultimate. I’d discovered what it was like to be with another woman. I wasn’t sure where I could go from there. What if fulfilling my fantasies was all that was on offer from Mackenzie? How did we behave when it was all done? What I didn’t want to do was get so addicted to the high, the excitement, that it became impossible to have a normal relationship after. Somehow, though, I suspected I was already on that slipperyslope.

* * *

It wasmid-afternoon the following day when I heard back fromMackenzie.

Friday 8pm. I’ll collect you. Wear looseclothing.

My hands shook as I read his text, a bubble of excitement formed in my stomach, and a grin spread across my face. I wanted to text back. I wanted to know more, but then I wanted the element of surprise as well. I sat back in my chair and wondered who I’d be watching. My grin slipped a little when a thought struck me. It wouldn’t be him with another woman, wouldit?

I had no claim on him, but the thought of seeing him fuck someone else filled me with dread. I swallowed down the pang ofjealousy.

I was quickly brought back to the present by a knock on mydoor.

“Do you have a minute?” Gabriellaasked.

I wasn’t even aware she was in thebuilding.

“Of course, come on in. Can I get you acoffee?”

She shook her head. “Would I be a terrible snob if I said I can’t stomach thatinstant?”

I laughed. “No, I can send Jenny out forone.”

I popped my head around the door and asked Jenny to head to the nearest coffeeshop.

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