1. The Guy Next Door - Part Four


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    imagine.” “What if he doesn’t?” Cooper laughed. “Not a chance. You’ve blown him off, flirted, given him every mixed signal possible. Half of him wants to die for you, the other half wants to fuck you until you both pass out. Guys are very simple, Kat. Incredibly, stupidly simple.” “Could’ve fooled me,” I commented dryly. “So he’s obsessed,” Cooper continued, ignoring my remark. “Half the time he thinks you’re an angel, the rest of the time he thinks you’re a cock-teasing bitch. And he asks you out again even though he knows you’ll say no. But you say yes,” he snapped his fingers dramatically. “And that is when it begins.” I stared at him uncomprehendingly. “When what begins, exactly?” He leaned back and smiled. “You’ll find out when we get there. Tomorrow’s Monday. You already fucked-up by giving him a first date but we’ll start from scratch. You need to go buy a short skirt.” “I can’t dress like some whore. I’ll be at work. There are rules. Dress codes.” Cooper laughed. “Is your boss male?” “Yeah.” “And he’s straight?” “Well – I think so.” “Then it’s fine.” He leaned forward to speak to the driver. “Can you take us into town? And quickly. It’s Sunday. Shops close early, you know.” *** People looked at me. Guys I’d never spoken to before said hello to me in the elevator. I was the recipient of several double-takes. Could a two-inch shorter skirt, and two-inch higher heels really have had such an effect? Apparently so. As Cooper predicted, my boss, Mr Wilman, did not seem ...
    perturbed by my sudden change in appearance. In fact, he complimented me, as did a number of my co-workers. It seemed that I was the only one who felt I looked like a borderline slut. Sam apologised for his hasty departure on Saturday night, making up an excuse which sounded definitely excusable when said in his deep and wonderfully accented voice. I laughed it off. He laughed to join in. Things were good again. We flirted like wittier, more attractive versions of ourselves. I would catch him watching me from across the office. He wanted me. Badly. He was probably gutted that he hadn’t seized the opportunity on Saturday night. Cooper gave me pointers. How to talk, when to talk, when not to talk. Drip-feed , he would say. You give them a little at a time, just to keep ‘em going . I had to admit that he was being far more helpful than I’d expected and we both kept to our sides of the most unconventional truce. On Saturday nights we’d fuck like there was no tomorrow and then we’d lie recovering on the floor as I recounted the week’s events to him. Sunday morning we’d go to church with his mother, then lunch at her house. In the taxi on the way home, he’d come up with an action plan for the coming week. I didn’t know if it was working. Sam had never seemed to be a weak individual and attempting to manipulate him scared me. I wasn’t that kind of person. But he started looking at me differently. He talked less but looked more. His eyes would linger in a way that made my stomach ...
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