Let Right Be Done

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight.

It wasn't that he was ashamed of his home, he wasn't. How could he be? He owned every brick, every pane of glass and every piece of rotting timber. It was just, how had the estate agent put it? Tired. He glanced around the front room; what they had meant was shabby. He'd intended revamp the place but his plans had been put on hold when his mother had become sick. Not that he'd minded, he didn't, and the house wasn't going anywhere. It was just he was expecting Alexandra.

He'd reluctantly left Idunna at lunchtime to allow her to carry on with her work and they had arranged to meet this evening. She was bringing supper and had told him to buy a bottle of wine. The wine would be as out of place as Alexandra in his home. Too sophisticated for the surroundings. He sighed, at least the place was clean, the smell of beeswax still hung in the air from when he'd polished. He glanced at the fire, which he laid and was now well ablaze, clean and warm. The last time she'd been here it had been freezing.

Nervous tension seeped through him and he felt slightly sick, a little like he did before he'd sat his final exams at school. He wanted everything to be perfect. Nobody had ever mattered more than Alexandra. For just a second he wished he was like John Bacchus with a smart family home, flash car and clothes. He shook his head, who'd have thought he'd want to be like Bacchus. He didn't of course it was just nerves. Alexandra had told him she wanted him; well he glanced around the room and at his black jeans and jumper, this was him, better she find out now.

A knock at the front door caused his tension to raise another notch. She'd arrived. Taking a calming breath he walked through to the hall and opened the door. She was wearing a dress, its simple shape enhancing her body. It would have been described as demure had it not ended inches above her knee displaying her endlessly long silk clad legs. Her hair normally pulled back in a swinging ponytail fell in loose shiny waves to her shoulders, held back by a simple Alice Band, the same colour blue as her dress. He was aware he should be inviting her, but she stunned him and in that moment he was robbed of the ability to speak. All he could do was stand and drink in the sight of her.

She pirouetted slowly on her three inched stiletto heels.

"What do you think?"

Think, he was expected to think when he could barely breathe. His eyes slowly slid over her, desire burning in their blue depths.

"I think," he said moving slowly to touch her cheek, "that you're the most beautiful lass I've ever seen."

Her eyes travelled the length of his body. The black jeans and jumper emphasising his height and power. There was an untamed and dangerous aura about him that should have frightened her, but didn't, if anything it seduced her.

"And you are the most stunning man I have ever seen. God I wish I had my camera I'd love to capture this look you have. Lucifer, that's it, you look like I imagine Lucifer would. The night suits you Ricky, there's a danger about you that is suited to the darkness."

He stepped back and allowed her in.

"Danger? Surely you know I'd never put you in danger lass?"

"No I mean that you are not constrained by the rules of society. You are wild, untamed, and seductive." She dropped her bag to the floor and reached out to him. "Make love to me Ricky I've thought of nothing else since you first kissed me."

He was speechless, primitive hunger at her words swept over him. Who was she? This emboldened temptress; in another time she'd have been Eve, Aphrodite or Helen of Troy. He'd never been so seduced in his life. Her hands were on him moving under his jumper, her touch burning his skin. He swore softly before plundering her mouth. She tasted of sin and God it was wonderful. A pulse throbbed at her neck temptingly, inviting his lips which trailed towards it before he gently nibbled the soft skin there. Not hard enough to leave a mark but with enough pressure to cause her to moan softly.