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Saying goodbye once the car was there to take her home.
But it was okay—he had it covered. “Probably we should just shake hands,” he said at the door, and honestly she was so grateful for his good sense and all the ways things almost seemed normal now that she didn’t even think twice about it. She stuck out her own for him to do just what he’d suggested.
Then he did.
He took her hand in his.
And she felt her world narrow down to nothing but desire, just like that.
As if they had never left the bed. Or the car. Or that kiss at the concert. All these things were there inside them both now, forever an inch from the surface, and so intense that even something as nothing as this could make them burst right through. She knew it could. Because as she walked away she was still shaking almost everywhere, with that violent need to drag his body to hers.
And do every one of the things they shouldn’t have done.
All.
Over.
Again.
DailymailOnline,April 9, 2022
Lady Love Seen Leaving Alfie Harding’s 5-Million-Pound Home After Steamy Night Spent Together
Footballing hero Harding invites his new love into his home
He tenderly caresses her cheek at the door
Willicker, 33, appeared flushed
“It’s the real thing” a source claims
After years of keeping his home closed to his string of flings and casual model girlfriends, Alfie Harding, 38, appears to have finally found the one.
The Manchester United legend was spotted bidding farewell to the new woman in his life, possible lifestyle guru Mabel Willicker, 33. He stopped to gently caress her cheek as she left early on Sunday morning.
Harding was casually dressed in a cable-knit jumper, his hair tousled in a way that suggested the night was a steamy one. Willicker sported a similar look, her own bulky sweater hiding her abundant curves, and her thick, dark hair styled messily over one shoulder.
A source told theDaily Mail,“It’s the real thing, he’s completely smitten,” though when asked his assistant informed us that we should “Kindly go jump in a lake, you hateful vultures.”
Twenty-FourAn Even Worse Classic Romance Mistake than the Last One
She decided the best course of action was just to be super professional. So she wore an actual suit to their next work session. Or at least, she wore the closest thing she had to a suit. Which was basically a jacket that for some reason was about two sizes too small, the only blouse she had that wasn’t inexplicably completely see through, and the longest and sturdiest skirt she could find.
It went just past her knees and didn’t swish when she walked.
So hopefully that passed for a sedate and serious working woman.
And not a sex maniac who was constantly on the verge of jumping him.
You don’t even like sex that much, she told herself as she exited the car he’d sent—but very unsurprisingly not ridden to meet her in—and made her way up to his front door. And that felt true, right then and there. But less true once he was in front of her. Even though he’d done all the same sorts of things she had.
He was wearing a jumper again.
A big cable-knit one that hid just about everything he had.
Like he suspected his shoulders and chest were the things that drove her round the twist—and to be fair, he wasn’t far wrong. She could still see the way they’d looked as he’d slipped that jersey on the night before. And feel that muscle against her cheek. And both memories were pretty fucking maddening.
But not really as maddening as him looking like he lived in a mountain lodge.
