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- Eva Bielby
- 3 days ago
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INSATIABLE
Chapter 4 APRIL
April quickly headed down the path in the direction of the tennis courts, following the sound of the blower. It was going to be a real scorcher but she was oblivious to the heat.
Rounding a bend, she came upon the property manager who had his back to her, clearly preoccupied with his job. She paused to eye up his gleaming, broad back and his rounded, muscular glutes. Drake ran up to her, wagging his tail and demanding to be patted. He was happy to have his mistress home and didn’t like having to share her attentions with anyone else.
But she was clearly distracted. “Jesus, I hope his face fits his body!” she thought.
Giving her hair a final fluff, April deliberately slowed down and casually sauntered towards the courts, swaying her hips provocatively. She was aware that the blower had stopped. Good. He must have noticed her. Gripping the apple in her mouth she stooped to tighten a lace that didn’t need tightening in the first place, aware that her dress would ride up and tighten even more over her perfect butt. She’d played the part many times before! She was a great actress when she needed to be. It came effortlessly to her. Suddenly the blower started up again. Startled, April stood up and turned round, only to see the groundsman heading in the opposite direction, followed by the traitorous Drake.
“What the fu..? He must have seen me!” she thought.
Quickly, she marched back up the path, following the direction that he’d taken.
The sound of the blower had stopped again and she came across him scooping a few stray leaves out of the fountain.
“Where’s the ball machine?” she demanded imperiously.
Pausing, he turned coolly to look down at her. Gasping inwardly, April fought to control her reaction.
The man was an Adonis! His dark, almost black almond-shaped eyes smouldered and his jaw was square and strong. His full lips were unsmiling.
Uncharacteristically, April felt the threatening warmth of a blush and desperately hoped that her body wouldn’t betray her. She wasn’t used to this sudden and unexpected lack of confidence. She waited for his reaction to her, but none came. This was another first - she was used to receiving immediate and obvious admiration, but there was nothing, not even a glimmer to suggest that he had checked her out and found her attractive!
“I said where’s the ball machine?” Even as she spoke, she was aware that her nerves made her sound a little strident. She took a bite of her apple and licked her lips.
There was another unhurried pause while he looked her evenly in the eye. He seemed to be sizing her up - looking straight through her. She wilted slightly under his scrutiny.
“It’s over there,” he said, cocking his head in the general direction of the courts. “Right there, where it’s always been.” His English was good, with just the trace of an accent.
“Oh.” April suddenly felt foolish. Transparent.
“Shit, shit!” she thought. Drake came to her rescue by thrusting his wet nose into the palm of her hand.
“I didn’t see it,” she replied, shrugging.
“It’s that big, shiny thing right at the end of the court.” He inclined his head again, pointing to the courts.
April looked at him sharply. Was he making fun of her? She wasn’t sure if there’d been just a tiny hint of sarcasm. But his expression was neutral, impenetrable. There was no smile to indicate that he was teasing her. April felt confused - totally out of her league. She just couldn’t read him.
There seemed nothing else to say. Trying to muster a confidence that she didn’t feel, she turned to stalk back up the path in the direction of the courts. It was only when she was half way up did she risk glancing over her shoulder to see if she was being watched. She needn’t have worried. The Adonis, it seemed, was far more interested in fishing the remaining leaves from the fountain!
“Well that went well - not!” she thought. “For God’s sake, that was terrible - how embarrassing! I can’t believe it - I’m obviously losing my touch. Maybe he’s gay? Jesus, what a waste.”
Reaching the court, April switched on the ball machine and deftly smashed some balls into the net. It wasn’t until a good twenty minutes or so later that she eventually began to feel some of her frustration start to ebb away.
Forty minutes later, feeling hot and sweaty, April decided it was time to shower. As she passed the new stable block (another of Scarlett’s improvements), April heard a stifled cry, like that of a wounded animal. Pausing, she peeped through the open door - then, registering what she’d seen, quickly drew back. But the temptation to look again was just too much. Surreptitiously, she peered through the door ...
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Brief Bio
Now living near Harrogate in North Yorkshire, Gina loves long walks in the countryside with her dogs - a far cry from the hustle and bustle of London, which was home for many years. She doesn’t regret swapping her chaotic work life and slick, modern apartment for a quieter life and a farmhouse, complete with flagged floors, a gleaming Aga and a spectacular view. Gina is a dab hand in the kitchen where she enjoys experimenting with new recipes and entertaining her friends. When she’s not writing, Gina enjoys reading, the arts and travelling to exotic destinations.
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COMING SOON: On Monday, 19th January, we are delighted to have our fabulous team member, author Lorraine Carey, who is sharing Chapter 3 of her novel, 'The Last Vestal Virgin'.
