Dirty Seduction

NICK

The phone is in Laine’s lap as we drive back to mine, her fingers tracing the edges as though she’s trying to convince herself it’s real. She keeps looking my way. Fleeting little glances that melt my heart.

“Have you lived alone a long time?” she asks as we pull in through the gates.

I nod. “A while.”

“Do you get lonely?”

“Not anymore.” I meet her eyes as I park up on the gravel.

“I get lonely,” she says. “Got lonely.”

“Your mum goes away often?”

“All the time.”

I ask her the question I’ve been putting off. The one that defies all my sensibilities.

“Do you have anyone, Laine? A boyfriend or someone special…” She shakes her head and I feel a stupid rush of relief.

“Do you?”

“No,” I say.

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We take her bags in from the car, and I come back for the box of her old belongings.

The new phone is quickly forgotten as she turns her attention back to Ted. She tries to push his stuffing back into his broken body, and once again I feel the strange weight of responsibility.

I like it. I like that feeling a lot.

I dig out a needle and thread from my utility drawer, and she hands him over without question and perches herself on the arm of the sofa as I get to work. Her eyes don’t stray from my fingers as I attach a tatty old leg back at the tear. My stitches are small and careful, making sure I line up the seams just so.

“Wow, you can sew,” she says, and I feel the gentle wash of relief as my work holds up to scrutiny. “You really can fix him,” she says. “I knew you would. I knew it.”

Her faith is like golden honey. Her smile is from the heart.

I fix Ted’s legs, and his arms follow easily enough. I take a breath before I line up his head, and his glassy eyes stare up at me as I stitch him up so carefully.

“Good as new,” I say as I hand him over.

“Better than new.” She hugs him tight. “He’s very grateful.” She giggles. “And so am I.”

I gather up the remnants of cotton and slip the needle back through the reel, and her eyes are on me. Her expression is one of reverence, and it thrills me. Her smile is adoring.

She leans in before I get to my feet, and her soft lips touch my cheek.

“Thank you.”

I fight the urge to pull her close and hold her. Fight the urge to feel her little body against mine.

“You’re very welcome, Laine.” I pat the bear’s head. “And so is Ted.” I gesture to the stairs. “I think we’d better get him settled into his new home.

He’s had a long day.”

“Home,” she repeats, and it’s barely more than a breath. “I think he’s going to like it here…”

Her smile is so bright. The most beautiful smile in the world. “…I think we both are.”

LAINE

“YOU HAVE A CHOICE,” he says as we get to the landing, and there’s something heavy in his tone. Something that gives me nervous flutters.

“About where you sleep.”

My heart thumps at the thought of sleeping with him. In his room. In his bed.

But that’s not what he means.

I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“I thought Jane’s room would help you relax,” he says. “But there is another room if you would prefer. A guest room.” He opens the door at the end of the landing.

I step on through and it’s nice in there. Nice and airy and all creams and whites. Nice and grown-up.

And boring.

I get a horrible lurch in my belly at the thought of saying goodbye to Jane’s beautiful room.

“And it’s a choice?” I ask.

He nods.

“Jane’s room,” I say quickly. “I’d like to stay there please.” He smiles, and I see something pass across his features.

I wonder if I’ve made the wrong call. If I should have gone for the grown-up room.

Maybe now he’ll see me as a little girl who needs looking after, and part of me wants that. Part of me wants to be his little girl.

But another part doesn’t.

Another part wants other things. Things that make me tingle.

Tingle down there.

We carry my things through to Jane’s room, and he opens the wardrobe.

It’s empty.

“Make yourself at home,” he says. “This room is yours, for as long as you want it.”

I wonder again about Jane. Surely she visits? How will she feel to turn up at home and find some strange girl in her bed?

I don’t want to ask, and I don’t, just smile and start unpacking my new clothes, hanging them up so neatly on the hangers.

He stays while I do it, sits himself down on the bed, and places Ted on my pillow.

“My bedroom is the one on the left,” he says. “Just next door.”

“Just through the wall.”

“Yes.”

I smile at him. “That’s nice to know.”

I place all my new underwear in the drawer and put my college books on the bookshelf, and the room is beginning to feel a little bit more like mine.

I want to stay here all afternoon, forever, but Nick has other plans.