TC: “Thanks honey” I need to get home, what was I thinking coming out?
Now what? Daniel, yes.
"Daniel. Thank you for the opportunity to work on Milk&Honey, I’d appreciate a little time to digest our talk and what this move would mean for my career, can I give you my answer tomorrow, I need to think about it?" I muster the courage to speak the words I have rehearsed in my head over and over, not really meaning them, I want to spend more time with this man. How could I conceivably work alongside him? And, just as importantly, how could I not? God I fancy him, my body is actually willing him to touch even a small part of me. I'm surprised if he can't tell. I stand up to go and tip my glass, my last dreg of warm copper liquid spills across the table in a narrow river and almost trickles onto Daniels lap but he shoots up and it misses him.
Embarrassed I cry "I’m so sorry,” I need to go now. “Perhaps your driver could drop me at the nearest tube?” Besides, I have no idea where I am do I?
Working canter at C, and immediate 20 metre circle. I said, no idea brain!
Daniel looks at me, his eyes asking questions I have no intention of answering, I break the pull he has on me, pull on my parka and walk to the door, all at once disappointed in myself. What sort of impression was that to make to my 'potential' new boss? I turn around swiftly to mumble some sort of apology and come to a stop face to face with Daniel, looking up at him I can feel his breath on me, he is so close I can smell his hair. I close my mouth, take a deep breath, he isn’t backing away and neither am I. He's looking directly at me, into my eyes, he's moving about in my brain trying to decide something. I can't breathe. I’m motionless. I want him so badly to touch me.
See what happens when I don't get enough tea, or go out without a guide?
His hand comes up to the side of my face, I can't move. I see clearly the tattoo of a bird trailing a long curled branch and some fine symbols along the inside pad of his thumb, his nails short and blunt. Still my gaze can’t leave his. His soft warm hand is on my face. He has a pull on me, my sex tightens, my tummy contracts, my breathing shallows. We stand there, motionless except our breathing, he is feeling something too isn’t he? He's deciding something, he leans toward me, pauses half way and his lips very gently graze mine for a few seconds, warm, soft and sweet. Then he withdraws looking a little embarrassed. No, that’s not it.
Do that again, please?
"Goodnight Tharie,” he whispers softly, close to my mouth, I can feel his breath. “Congratulations.” His eyes take in my face, run over my hair to my eyes, smiling at my mouth. “We'll speak tomorrow then." He lowers his gaze and I feel intense disappointment deep inside me, it's an almost painful ache. I want that moment to continue, want his hands on me, touching me, to conclude with us naked and sweating.
Get me home.
He quickly looks down at me, directly at me, an earnest look on his face as if there's something painful he has to say, and he's making up his mind whether to say it or not. He closes his eyes for a second to make it easier.
"I want to fuck you, Tharie.” Did I hear that right? My eyes fly open in surprise. And a quiet whisper barely audible,” what are you doing to me?" He breathes the words into my neck.
Bloody hell. If I ask nicely, maybe Gary will make some tea...?
Daniel is clearly from the 'say less, mean more' school of language. He lowers his gaze, so low and quiet but I hear every syllable as if it's a punch to the ribs the air is forced from my lungs. “I want to take you home with me baby,” absolutely serious. I’d be offended naturally, but I feel the honest intentions in his words, this is just how he is. He forces a smile and looks away, "but it'll have to wait." Bloody right, I've got horses to feed! Is that the point Tharie?