Thirty Days

ng, so I follow him into the open elevator. Taylor reaches forward and presses a button that I have never noticed

und, dim lights dotted on the wall highlight a large living area off to the left. I can see three large squishy-looking sofas forming a U shape in front of a brick fireplace. The walls, I notice, a

ed one of those for years and for some reason feel a strange sense of jealousy at the sight. I can't quite figure out why the lighting is strange until, glancing up, I

in when I had the place r

ling things out of the fridge. I can see the floors are original hardwood, with several large rugs in muted earth

a of being close to the office but didn

elax at last in Taylor's presence. "S

e street"-he motions towards a set of double doors in the f

I blurt, my mouth engaging

in as he starts to chop some peppers and on

get something on my way home," I say quiet

in bullish tones. I hop up onto the stool on the opposite side of the counter, feeling like a small child.

ll wafts across towards me. My stomach growls with anticipation. While the egg is cooking, he crosses back and starts grating a block of cheese. I watch the fluid movements of his hands and fingers,

lance down at my fingers, doing my best to control my erratic breathing. I am beyond t

essing my desire with every ounce of my self-control. "Yes" is all I manage to whisper as the

ted view of his behind. My breath hitches. I. Want. Him. I have never felt this way before, and I don't understand this visceral reaction to the man who is standing in front of me. Yes, he is gorge

t of nowhere. Moving round the counter, he joins me, bringing along a tall glass of juice. The proximity to him means that

dless chit-chat, telling me about the origins of the cheese and the spices that he ha

cious," I say, beaming ba

starts. "Um, I'd better get you home. It's almost ten

ook up and find him grinning at me, almost as if he knew what I was thinking. I stand and move to gather

about taking me home. I'll get

face. "I am taking you home,"

nd we start our descent, the atmosphere thickens and my heart starts to race as Taylor's citrusy scent invad

y," I laugh, trying

"Hmm, I always wanted something like this, so when I could finally af

car is filled with the Foo Fighters rockin

u down as a rock chick." Taylo

sions about me before I even open my mouth," I bark, embar

only meant that you are lacking the black hair, piercings an

k of people judging me because of how I look. The downsid

an eyebrow q

s and early thirties and now do a lot of commercial work." As I continue to explain ab

don't notice that Taylor has already come round to open my door. His hand pops in to help me out, and as we touch, it feels as if electricity has shot up my arm. I gasp and try to pull away, but Taylor's grip ti

let my hand go. Tugging gently, he leads me down the path to my door. As we reach the porch, I turn to look

surprises me. I surrender as his teeth gently pull at my lip and his tongue invades my mouth. The kiss deepens and I feel his hands exploring my body, cupping the cheeks of my

briefly looks into my eyes before turning and stalking back to the car. Within

e, my subconscious summoning Taylor back with all its will. My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking with the