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Back Fancy Meeting You Here
Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Frustrated, she threw her phone down on her duvet, breathing heavily through the hole in her sheet mask. Why do I keep doing this to myself? she wondered, remembering all the times she’d given him an inch and he’d taken a mile, discarding her carelessly, leaving her bruised and heartbroken. But, then again, he was exceptional in bed and it had been so long since she’d been with somebody. Months, in fact. She longed for the reassuring touch of another human. So much so, she was barely even repulsed by the sweaty, sardine-can cram on the Tube during peak hour. And Freddy was a reassuring reminder that she was still desirable. Maybe things could be different this time?

‘Fuck it,’ Evie muttered, grabbing her phone and texting away furiously.

image Evie: Maybe.

Evie watched as the flashing ellipsis popped up on her iPhone.

image Ever-Ready Freddy: What are you up to?

image Evie: Just walked in the door. Drinks with the girls!

image Ever-Ready Freddy: I’ve been missing you. Can I come over?

image Evie: Fine. But this is the last time.

Evie leaped out of bed and strode into the bathroom, where she tossed the soggy mask in the bin, moisturised, switched on her hair straightener and surveyed herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed from the mini facial, her hair needed a wash, and her wearable blanket didn’t exactly scream ‘Ravage me now!’ But knowing Freddy, he’d be on his way home from the pub, which meant she only had a little over twenty minutes to get ready. At best. She began a process of rapid triage, prioritising the most pressing issues (hairy legs, underarms and bikini line) and moving on methodically until she felt presentable enough.

Just as she was slipping on a pair of sexy black silk pyjamas, her phone buzzed again with a message from Freddy saying he was outside. After one last look in the mirror, Evie sashayed to the front door (trying to get in touch with her inner sex goddess), unfastened the security chain and swung it open. There, leaning up against the door frame, hand on hip and more glassy-eyed than usual, was Freddy in all his six-foot-two glory.

‘Hey sexy,’ he said, lacing his arm low around her back and burrowing his face into her neck. ‘You smell amazing.’

Before Evie could respond, Freddy lifted her into his arms and carried her towards her bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his torso as if by instinct, and Evie leaned down and kissed him passionately. Kicking open the door to her bedroom, he threw her down on the bed, lifted her camisole top and kissed her body hungrily.

‘Wait!’ gasped Evie, pulling away breathlessly and trying to manoeuvre herself out from under his body. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this. Not again.’

Freddy practically wilted before her eyes. ‘If you’d rather not, I can just go. Really,’ he said, though his face told another story.