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Why did he always make her feel this way?
Then Stacey’s words echoed in her ears. The best way to get over a man is under one…
“You poor girl,” David cooed playfully. “Trapped on the Rock with just this decrepit old man for company.”
She couldn’t resist the bait. “Aww… you’re not so old, and the silver fox look is a classic for a reason.”
“Cheeky minx!” he snapped in mock outrage, but couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth from curling. “You’re not too old to go over my knee, you know, young lady.”
She shrieked girlishly, playing along in her best upper-class voice and squealed, “Oh no, don’t spank me, please, Mr Street!”
The mock innocence of the words sent a thrill racing down to the base of David’s spine, igniting thoughts of her bending over to bear the swells of her luscious derriere for his judgement, trembling slightly as she awaited the sting of his hand striking her flawless skin.
Just the thought of it stirred his desire to a rod of iron.
“No, really,” he forced out, crossing his legs, inwardly cursing and trying in vain to coax the beast back into its cage. “What are you doing here with me? Why didn’t what’s-his-name come along, ugh… you know, that guy with the funny hair…”
“Nathan.”
Just saying his name brought the taste of ash to her mouth. No, she didn’t want to think about him, not here, not with Mr Street, when she’d just been starting to forget him. But the dam had cracked, and no sooner had the words left her lips, her eyes had burned with hot, salty tears as all her buried emotions suddenly boiled to the surface. “He dumped me.”
“Oh God, Cass, I’m… I’m so sorry.” David didn’t know what else to say. What else was there to say?
He’d never met the boy, but Stacey had told him about Cassandra’s new boyfriend once or twice and there had been a few pictures of the two together on Facebook.
He had rather reminded him of Justin Bieber.
He just had one of those faces he couldn’t help wanting to slap.
Somehow, however, he got the feeling voicing that thought wouldn’t help very much.
He’d never really been a great one for dealing with emotions. It was one reason his ex-wife had listed as grounds for divorce. Siting him as a cold, unreachable iceberg of a man who had sucked all the joy and happiness from her life. She had even gone so far as to use it to justify her rampant extramarital nymphomania, saying it was just a way of seeking the warmth of human comfort. The honourable judge Blackwood had been sympathetic but expressed the suggestion that if that were the case, he would have thought one lover would have been enough, rather than five. For his part, David had just said he was one of the old school and as such, an ardent follower of the philosophy actions speak louder than words.
With the dedication and spirit of all true believers, heedless of his body’s treacherous desire, he wrapped an arm around her and drew her close.
She was shaking as all the unsaid hurt and emotion that had welled up inside her suddenly burst its banks. “He said I was dull and boring and passionless and couldn’t-” Her words dissolved into thick wet sobs as the tears came and she just buried her face into the crook of his neck.
David couldn’t bear it.
“Then he’s a fool,” he promised, crushing her to him. “You’re a wonderful person, Cass. You deserve better than that and you should be with someone who knows how special you are, who knows how lucky he is to have you.”
She didn’t respond, just kept sobbing, so he held her close and waited for the storm to pass. Yet his little brain couldn’t help but notice how well she fit in his arms, the sun-warmed softness of her skin, and the way the heavy weight of her full breasts were squashed against his chest.
No, dammit, don’t think like that, you dirty old sod!
He chided himself, but when he took a breath to clear his brain, he only inhaled the sweet fragrance of her hair, still with hints of her wild berry scented shampoo.
Then it was suddenly over. She was still, her breathing deep and even as she looked up at him from beneath her dark bangs, the last wet tear sparkling down her cheeks in the sunlight. “Thanks, Mr Street… er, Stacey told me the same thing.”
“Well, she’s rarely wrong.” He forced a reassuring grin.
She blushed and looked away, out towards the coast, unable to meet his eyes, while resisting the urge to snuggle closer. Cassandra revelled in their closeness, the feel of his arms enveloping her, holding her close and tight.
She never wanted the moment to end. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” She made to pull away…
Except David wouldn’t let her go. “It’s okay, we all need to let go sometimes,” he soothed gently, cupping her chin and gently turning her to face him, before gently brushing the tear away with his thumb. “Break-ups can be tough.”
They were so close, Cassandra felt like she was getting drunk on him. His scent, his warmth, his very presence was enveloping her, intoxicating her. All it would take was one little push onto tiptoes, and she would finally know if those lips tasted as good as she’d imagined.
