Wicked Pen Chronicles: Release by Eva Lane Read Free Book Online Page B

choice. Any longer and it was on the verge of being inappropriate. And I didn’t want to do that. No to Tommy. Besides I was no cougar. I was not going to seduce Tommy, son of my neighbors.
     
    “How are you doing, its been so long since I last saw you” Tommy asked.
     
    “Very good and thanks for helping out tonight,” I replied.
     
    “Least I could do,” he then swallowed hard. “I heard about what happened. I am so sorry.”
     
    I smiled. It seemed everyone knew what had happened. I never talked. I hated sharing these kinds of things. But gossip always gets out especially as he loved to talk. Dug holes for himself.
     
    “Oh its nothing. All in the past. Onwards to the future,” I said too brightly.
     
    I was trying to be all cool. I noticed that my hands were still on him. He had withdrawn from the greeting embrace but I couldn’t tear my hands away. My hands were burning feeling his warmth.
     
    “Could I get you a drink?” I asked.
     
    “I thought you never ask. Scotch on the rocks please,” he said.
     
    Yes, he was definitely a man. I walked over to the kitchen and then I remembered. “Ahem, I actually I don’t have any Scotch,” I paused “Since he left, there has been no need”. Tommy was very apologetic.
     
    “Oh, I am so sorry.”
     
    He was walking over to me again. Almost, running over and he was embracing me again. A comforting embrace, I thought. But as long as I was in these warm and strong arms again then it was okay. I tried to hug him back but he was holding me over my arms. He slowly pushed back still holding me.
     
    “I am so silly, I bet that’s the last thing you wanted to be reminded of,” he grinned ruefully.
     
    I just smiled. To be honest, I wasn’t bothered by it too much but if Tommy thought that his words were hurting me and he had to comfort me then I was just going to play along.
     
    “I got some wine,” I said, remembering the bottle in the fridge.
     
    “Perfect!” came the reply.
     
    His arms released me and I reluctantly walked away. I went to get the chardonnay from the fridge.
     
    “Oh let me help,” said Tommy.
     
    His fingers were brushing my fingers and then his hands were around my back again as he took the bottle from me. Just like that he was touching me and then he was gone again. He was looking around for something.
     
    “Glasses” I said. He smiled.
     
    I quickly got some glasses and he poured the wine. He knew how to pour. Too many men would pour wine just like it was a soft drink. There were drops everywhere. But not Tommy. He did it with elegance, rolled his wrists in the end.
     
    He looked back into my eyes. “Restaurants, working there has its perks”
     
    “Tips too,” I chimed in. He started to laugh. “Always pays for the drinks”
     
    “So how is the uni life in US?” I asked “Give me all the details.”
     
    I really didn’t want to know. But I was enjoying in company. I was coming home to an empty bed and here was this man in my house. Pouring me wine. It doesn’t matter what he was talking about. I liked his voice and more importantly it gave me a reason to look at his face and into his dark eyes; I was drowning into them.
     
    “”Uni is good, teachers are okay I guess, too many lectures and so much work but all in all it’s good.”
     
    He was still talking. I was listening to the word here and there. Nodding, smiling, wanting him to continue. Wanting him to stay around. Without realizing, I was walking back to the living area. He was following as he was talking. Notebook was still on. But his attention was all on me. He was so excited telling his stories. His free hand waving while sipping wine with his other hand. I went and sat on the sofa. Not on the front sofa where he was sitting but on the side one. I was attracted to him. I wanted him. I wanted him to hold me. I didn’t want him to leave. But nothing could happen here tonight. Kids were in another room asleep. And he was, he was the son from