“You see -” Ester countered in a low tone, “you’ve made me blush already!” She wasn’t sure, truly, if any warmth had shown in her cheeks, but she had felt that familiar fluttery feeling inside, and whether that was down to Gordon’s words or his trailing hand she was most certainly not complaining.
Idly, she reeled through all she could remember of the things Gordon had published - and then, just as absently, wondered whether she should send one anonymously to James for Christmas. No, that would be mean, and if he wanted any memory of her there were more explicit examples at his fingertips. Besides, she ought not to be thinking about James right now.
Decisively, she plucked Gordon’s whiskey glass back out of his hand, setting it safely aside for now. “In any case, I am of the opinion that an evening’s hard work really ought to be rewarded,” she purred, shifting in his lap to face him better, “don’t you think?”
Idly, she reeled through all she could remember of the things Gordon had published - and then, just as absently, wondered whether she should send one anonymously to James for Christmas. No, that would be mean, and if he wanted any memory of her there were more explicit examples at his fingertips. Besides, she ought not to be thinking about James right now.
Decisively, she plucked Gordon’s whiskey glass back out of his hand, setting it safely aside for now. “In any case, I am of the opinion that an evening’s hard work really ought to be rewarded,” she purred, shifting in his lap to face him better, “don’t you think?”
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