It's not
every day you see a ghost, right? And it's pretty unusual
for your ex-husband
to loom over your new lover's shoulder, especially when
you're in bed
at the time. Extraordinarily unlikely, you might think, to
encounter
both phenomena on the same night, but there you are, they
don't call
me Lucky Lili for nothing.
So there
I lay, stark naked on the bed, having been undressed with
exquisite
care by the man of my dreams, who stood beside me, ripping
off his silk
shirt to expose his gorgeous manly chest, the sort of
predatory blaze
in his eyes that was guaranteed to make a girl squirm with
lust.
Menzies
was a mature man, distinguished, successful, with all the
self-confidence
and glamour that normally goes with such qualities. As well
as the firm,
fit body, he had wonderfully chiseled features, a square
jaw, dark brown
hair turning to a sexy iron grey at the temples. I was one
lucky girl...
This
time, this time...
He didn't
at once remove his trousers--frustrating, perhaps but it did
imply a
certain gentlemanly not-counting-one's-chickens approach.
Instead, he
sank back down on the bed, resting a hand on either side of
me, and
began to kiss me while slowly lowering that delicious chest
to my breasts.
That felt so good I really did begin to squirm.
"So Lili,"
he murmured against my lips in that breathless,
soul-wrenching voice
that could move nations, "will you make love with me?"
As a line,
it certainly beat, "Fancy a shag?"
I was enchanted.
"Oh yes!"
His hands
were on my breasts, mine on his cotton-covered bottom,
stroking, reaching
between our bodies to get at his zip.
"Impatience."
He smiled. "I like that."
Brushing
my hands aside, he undid his own zip. The trousers and
underpants were
scooted down his legs so quickly that I didn't get so much
as a glimpse
of his tackle. Well, the night was young, and already he was
pressing
it against me, between my thighs.
"Oh, yes,
you want me, you like this..."
I gasped,
wriggling to help him find the spot. Yes!
Which is
when Rab's face appeared over Menzies' shoulder, looking
mildly surprised.
My mouth
fell open. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Beats
me," said Rab with his usual helpfulness.
Menzies
was staring at me. "You invited me!"
Thank God.
He hadn't yet clocked Rab's presence. I tightened my arms
around his
neck in a hold that probably resembled a wrestling lock
rather than
a lover's clinch. All I had to do was get rid of Rab quick
and I could
still have my long dreamed of night of passion.
"Go away,"
I mouthed over my lover's naked shoulder.
Rab looked
around him, then shook his head. "Nah. Who's the sleazeball?"
"He is
not a..." I broke off, staring at the red drops on my
white satin
quilt cover. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to the source: a dark,
nasty stain
on Rab's T-shirt.
"Rab!"
I sat up with so much force that Menzies and I banged heads.
I saw a
fine array of shooting stars, though hardly in the manner I
had hoped
for at the beginning of the evening.
Menzies
rolled off me, swearing. "Who the bloody hell is Rab?"