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Chapter 16
Clara's phone buzzed while she was sitting at the dinner table, having a last meal with her father, grandmother and Linda before heading back to London the next morning and she reached out and glanced at it before swiftly locking the screen again. The text she had just received was nothing for her family's eyes.
"So, did you find a man in London?" Linda asked her with an undertone to her voice that Clara truly disliked while stuffing mashed potatoes into her mouth, "You've been single for quite a long time now."
"Linda," her father threw in, "I doubt Clara has time for men while she's working for the government."
They both looked at her but it was her grandmother's gaze that she caught and it only took her a second to realize that Clara had indeed found someone. However her grandmother was kind enough not to share that realisation with everyone else at the table. They would talk about it later when nobody else was listening in like they always did.
"Did they say something about keeping you after you've finished your degree?" her father asked her after a moment, "I mean, you said your boss was pretty pleased with your work."
"Dad," Clara rolled her eyes. As much as she would like to work for the government one day a part of her doubted that Malcolm would still employ her after they had started sleeping together. It just wouldn't be right. It wasn't something he would do. If their affair or relationship or whatever they had came to light the press would go mad over the fact. "It's way too early to talk about such things. My internship isn't even over."
"Never too early to ask," her father shrugged but soon his attention wandered back to the food on his plate.
After dinner Clara retreated to her room where her packed suitcase was already waiting for her. Tomorrow morning she would take the train back to London and if she was quite honest, as lovely as a week off had been, she was already looking forward to it very much. Especially since it involved seeing Malcolm again. They had exchanged text messages all week, innocent ones at first but as time progressed his texts had gotten increasingly naughty and explicit. Clara didn't need a lot of imagination to know what he would do once they were alone in a room again and the thought about it already made her entire body tingle with excitement. Malcolm was so different from the men she had been with so far, a lot more mature, which meant he knew exactly where to kiss her and how to touch her to get her off. He was rough in the heat of the moment, but Clara didn't mind at all. They just clicked somehow, in and outside of the bedroom.
Clara drew the phone out of her pocket and looked at the text.
Malcolm:
Can't wait to see you again tomorrow evening. I'm growing fucking impatient here on my own, surrounded by all those wankers with their peanut sized brains.
Clara giggled as she typed back.
Clara:
I thought you'd have some intelligent conversations?
Malcolm's reply came swiftly.
Malcolm:
I wish. This whole trip could've lasted a day and it still would have been a fucking waste of time. Time I could better spend undressing you. Don't wear something too expensive when I come home tomorrow because I will fucking rip it off you.
She smiled at the phone and the thought about what was going to happen tomorrow evening. Maybe this time they would be smart and go to the bedroom first, but Clara almost doubted Malcolm could wait that long. She continued to type.
Clara:
Or I could wait for you already naked?
Malcolm:
Don't put thoughts into my head, sweetheart, or I might just bribe the pilot to take off sooner.
Clara:
Well, you'll need a little more patience because I'm going to bed. Train leaves at 8. Can't wait to see you again.
When Clara sank into her pillows she felt as though butterflies were dancing around inside her stomach. Even though Malcolm had made the worst possible first impression on her she had come to admire him over the course of her internship and the feeling had been mutual. Now it seemed as if they were both adding some new emotions to the pile and although Clara would have never thought she could fancy someone as rude and ruthless as Malcolm, she found herself falling for him just a little. Because behind closed doors he could be quite sweet and attentive.
The lock clicked and Clara immediately jumped up to greet Malcolm at the door. He instantly dropped his suitcase and jacket to the floor before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer for a passionate kiss that Clara thought would never end. She opened here mouth to him and his tongue plunged hungrily inside of her, reminding her of what exactly she had missed during the last week. Malcolm tasted of coffee and the smell of his aftershave was starting to cloud her mind when she dropped her hands to his belt. God, she wanted nothing more than to give him a proper welcome, but he suddenly pulled away, groaning.
"Fuck, Clara, I need you," he hissed when she hooked her finger into his belt to pull him closer.
Clara smiled mischievously. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Malcolm let out a long and heavy sigh. "We've been invited to join the fucking Prime Cunt at the Opera tonight. In an hour."
"What?" she was sure that the disappointment showed in her voice as the news were starting to sink in.
Malcolm reached out to take her hand and led it to rest on his crotch where Clara could feel he was hard under her palm. "See," he half moaned, rubbing against her hand, "This is how much I don't want to go to the opera right now. I've seen his ugly face for an entire week."
He bent down to place a swift kiss to her lips. "I'd much rather look at your face while my cock is in your mouth."
Clara pouted at him. She wasn't much of a fan of the opera anyway, but knowing that instead of going she could have had an evening with Malcolm it suddenly made her like it even less. "Well, I guess we'll still have time afterwards."
"Too long," he complained, his hips still grinding against her, working himself up even more. "I want you. Now. And afterwards I'm going to fucking kill Tom before going back to bed with you."
"He's the Prime Minister," Clara said piteously and pulled her hand away before Malcolm found it too hard to stop.
"And there's three things you have that he doesn't," he replied, pulling her back against his body. Clara felt the tingling sensation shoot through her entire body. How lovely it would be if they could just be left alone for the rest of the evening. "Brains, a pretty face and a delicious cunt."
He kissed her again but Clara gently pushed him away. "Malcolm, if we need to be at the opera in an hour we have to get dressed now," she reminded him.
Again he groaned. "Yes, yes," Malcolm hissed in reply, "But don't wear the dress I bought you or I might not be able to keep my hands to myself."
Clara giggled and shrugged. "It's the only pretty one I have, so you'll have to find a way to restrain yourself," she said before she turned around and headed towards the bathroom.