Nick came round after about 5 minutes and he quickly pulled himself away from Lara and out of the bed, he stood at the window, just looking out. Lara lay back and admired his bum, she wanted to pull him back into bed and do it all again but she knew that she had to get ready to go out to meet her friends in a bar in town - "You don't fancy coming into town with me Nick? We could have a few drinks and then you could come back here?" she asked, attempting to not sound too desperate. She wasn't sure why he was having this effect on her, she was always the one in control of situations; she was an independent person, but when it came to Nick… she was like putty in his hands. Nick didn't want to turn around to answer her, he felt terrible as he was pretty sure he didn't want this to turn into anything serious. He composed himself, turned round, gave her a wink and responded – "Babe you don't want me hanging about with you all night, go out and have a laugh with your friends, we can catch up tomorrow." He leant in for a kiss, a quick one so not to give her any false hope, he laughed to himself that he had fucked her brains out yet he considered kissing her to be giving her false hope. He knew that unless he was going to start taking this seriously that he needed to nip this right in the bud, he was aware that she was falling for him, he wasn't daft. Lara brushed his rejection off as tiredness and popped on her dressing gown as Nick began to get dressed.
They both walked through to the kitchen and Lara offered Nick a cup of tea, he didn't really like tea but he thought accepting it was the least he could do. They sat at the breakfast bar for 10 minutes, just chatting. She was a smart and funny girl and Nick could not understand why he wasn't willing to give this a go, she was perfect yet his brain was telling him that it was totally wrong. Lara walked Nick to the door to say goodbye, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, squeezing her bum at the same time, and he was gone with promises of a rendezvous the next evening.
It was now 10pm and Nick fancied curling up on his sofa and watching Match of the Day, he wanted to just ignore his phone and not have to deal with anything until the morning. He drove home and picked up some food from Waitrose on the way. His phone beeped as he got back into the car, it was Lara.
'Nicky, that was amazing. You are some guy, I can barely walk! My friends are going to be asking what I have been doing! I have something up my sleeve for you next time… what about your place tomorrow? L xx'
He read it and he felt a stirring in his pants, he loved it when girls called him Nicky but he wished that he had more willpower when it came to women and sex. He knew fine well that no matter what, they would be in his bed tomorrow night, fucking each other. He didn't want to mess with her or take advantage but he knew it was going to happen. He was old enough to be her father and as strong a person she appeared to be, Nick knew that she was vulnerable. He did not want to be the guy to break her heart.
'I had an amazing time too. You are something else. Really?… looking forward to it already, better be naughty. See you 8ish? Have a good night out. Nicky x'
He sent it and cringed. Why was he doing this? 'Typical Nick Jordan,' he thought, 'thinking about my dick before anything else!' He made a conscious decision not to reply to any more texts Lara sent that evening; he would attempt to deal with this tomorrow. A text flew back immediately.
'Of course it's naughty… I can't wait to see u. Missing you already. L xxx'
Guilt was becoming a feeling that Nick was getting used to.