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up. "Without the sale. How about you follow me to the
Lochan coffee shop? It's not far from here."
    Nina
rolled her eyes. "Maybe not. But it's ten miles
past my doorstep." She sighed. "Okay, it goes against my better judgment,
but I'll make the coffee." She rattled off her address. Nic was damned
glad he had a good memory. Did she speak fast in the hope he'd get it wrong?
    "Give
me half an hour so I can get the perishables away." She didn't wait for
his agreement.
    Nic
watched her go, checked the time on his watch and walked leisurely toward his
car. A bright red sports car shot past him, with its top down. The red of the
car clashed with the driver's hair.
    Figures. Even if he hadn't recognized
Nina, he could have picked the car as hers. Nina was the sort of person to
thumb her nose at clashes in color. If she liked it that
would do. Now if only he get her to like his ideas he'd be laughing. The
way her attitude spoke at the moment he'd be hard pressed to find something to even
relax her mouth into a half smile. It looked like a mammoth task, and one he had
very little hope of achieving.
      Never say never.   Nic
got into his car, a conventional—albeit luxury— saloon, and after a brief
detour to a pastry shop run by a fellow Dom at Dommissimma, he pulled up
outside a neat turn of the century Victorian villa.
    The
house surprised him. It looked too established and too conventional for Nina.
If anything did, it brought back to him how little he really knew about her.
    Well now's my chance to rectify
that . He got out
of his car and after grabbing the cake box, made his way to the partially
opened front door.
    "Come
on through. Straight ahead." Nina called as he
left the gravel path and stepped onto the doorstep. "Mind the loose tile. Milk?"
    Talk
about swapping threads of conversations willy-nilly. Nic grinned. He couldn't
help it. Even conversing like this lifted his heart. "Yes, thanks, no
sugar."
    "Just
as well, I don’t think I've got any. I'm sweet enough." She laughed.
    Nic
was amazed at how deep and sexy her unfettered, truly amused, laugh was. It hit
his dick at a rate of knots and made his jeans somewhat tight.
    "Mind
you, I could probably rake some up from Donny's. He'll not go anywhere near a
cuppa without his sugar fix. He reckons it's a throwback from his student days,
when he needed the boost to get him through nights in A and E. My brother, the medic. Remember?"
    Nic
nodded. "I remember. But it's fine because I'm not a sugar freak. Just a dash of milk, preferably cows’. So,
just you and Donny the medic? No parents tucked away in the attic?""
    The
look she gave him would have frozen boiling water, but Nic just grinned.
    "Tucked away in Australia
and the Highlands. One absentee father, who I get to see if I go south .
Well south, like down under. And one hippy mum. Both as far
as I know happy. Well, Mum anyway. Dad's not much of a communicator, but
he did say he and Ron, his boyfriend, are hoping to come over next year and
catch up on all things Scottish."
    Nic
hid a grin. Being here with her was much more than he could have hoped for. As was the red thong.
    The
thought that she might have bought it because his comments intrigued her was
cock hardening. The thought she might like his ideas was pre-cum inducing.
    He
daren't think along those lines any further. Not without embarrassing himself.
Nic took the proffered mug and proceeded to swallow several mouthfuls of too
hot coffee. The scalding in his mouth took his mind off his cock.
    "Sheesh, asbestos mouth syndrome
or what?" Nina sipped her own drink.
    In
for a penny. "Adolescent cock syndrome. It seems my cock has a
tendency to stand to attention and salute whenever it's around you."
    Nina
spluttered and sprayed coffee over the work surface. Tears streamed down her
face, and her eyes watered. Nic put his mug down, took hers from her, and
leaned over her shoulder to pat her back.
      Gradually her breathing slowed, and her
coughing stopped. Nic was