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Fenna knew that she had done well in her work so far, but she had chosen never to truly relax. She believed that devoting a great deal of time to her studies, work placements, and training would get her onto the ladder of success quicker than her friends and classmates at the university in Amsterdam. They had lived out the fun times and had yet to reach the heights that she had achieved. She was only twenty-five and carried a lot of responsibilities, already. Meeting targets was one of them.The prospects for her day had not looked too promising but she had set her mind on getting through and making the most of an important appointment away from her usual business haunts. It had meant a drive out of the city and over routes that were not overly familiar to her, but at least she would do so in daylight. The meeting had been put back several times and those attending had seemed to be relying on her to come up with some answers, and suggestions on a way ahead, and they seemed unable to go without. A lot had hung in the balance and an early start to her day had made the sense of unease all the more acute.So it was that after a day of intense negotiations and of deals, large and small, being struck with interested parties within the business and customers outside, the day had ended better than she had dared to hope. What had been settled upon could now be implemented and she could make her way home again, weary but elated that the day had ended better than she had dared to hope when she had set off from home.The late winter weather has been unpredictable, cold, and blustery and she had fretted about whether she would make it back home. The wind tugged at her hair, pressed her business suit to her body and occasional gusts had her tottering to keep her balance. It really wasn’t an evening to be driving back home, let alone stopping for a bite to eat somewhere.“Get moving, girl,” she muttered as her silver Audi A3 was brought to life, the radio turned off so that she could concentrate, and she began her journey home.It wasn’t too long before the doubts set in, when she was driving along a road with the darkened tree canopies overhead, the reeds on the drainage ditch lining the polder road swaying. Debris, carried on the gusting wind clattered on the roof, rattled the bodywork, and the wipers trying to sweep them and the wind-driven rain away so that she could see where she was going. Driving over the exposed sections of polder roads, the carriageway running over a dyke and the fields below, wasn’t to be contemplated. She felt uneasy enough, already, about the journey and whether she would get home unharmed as she caught sight of a large branch crashing onto the road she had just traveled over.She increased her speed and drove as fast as she dared until a safe pull-in was found. Someone, close by or not so far away, and that she knew, might offer her shelter until the morning or the storm had passed through.“Don’t let me down,” she whispers as the names stored on her iPhone are scrolled through. “Someone I know must live not so far away, please.”To see his name shocks her as she nears the Sex hikayeleri end of her list: Lucas Jansen, or Luc as she remembers him telling her was the name he went by. That was at a conference two years ago and she had taken down his details for a reason and that she had not followed up on. The chances are that he may be pleased to hear from her. Luc was a few years older, but she remembered his lean face only too well, the neatly clipped beard that was showing signs of grey, just like his hair that she remembered was wept back from a handsome face. Oh, he had attentive eyes and Luc looked fit and agile and she remembered how they’d given each other the eye. It had felt so clichéd, an older guy coming onto a younger woman at a conference.She drums her fingers on the steering wheel as she wonders if it’s a good idea, others hover over the call button, but the rattle of twigs on the car’s roof and how the wind makes it rock decide it for her. She pushes on the call icon.It’s answered after only three rings.“Hey, Fenna!” he laughs in that captivating way that she remembers from the last time they met. “What a time to call me back after so long! Why now?”He’s reminded her of not answering a call from him, and now she has to explain what’s on her mind.“I’ve been at one of our company’s facilities and I’m caught in the storm…my cars being battered by twigs and God knows what else and I just don’t feel safe driving on in the dark with all that going on out there. It just doesn’t feel safe, so…” she paused, not for effect but wondering again what she was doing in asking a good-looking guy she had ‘stood up’ for help. “The way it is out there makes me feel I won’t make it…aiee!”“What was that?” Luc asked in genuine concern. “Fenna?”“Something’s fallen on the car! I just need somewhere to stay until this blows through! Please, Luc…I know it’s not the easiest of calls! Sorry!”She’s panic-stricken now and looks about her, through the windows but can’t see what has fallen onto her car.His voice is light and comforting. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Just put my address in your car’s sat nav and be here. It will work out, I’m sure.”She’s amazed to hear him say it so easily. “Are you sure, really?”He laughs softly. “Are you sure you want to stay out there in the storm…wherever you are?” She tells him where she is. “Give it ten minutes or so and you’ll be here. Now, less talk and more action, and park where you can. I’ll light a candle I have in an old ship’s lantern and leave it on the windowsill…you’ll know where I am from that.”♥Lucas stands at the window and sees how the wind drives the rain and debris across the street in swirls and gusts. He’s not been home long from work and stands in his suit trousers and his white shirt unbuttoned. He sure remembers the curvy young woman with her straw-blonde hair and intense ways of speaking about business matters. For someone so in control of things, her voice when she called him declared she felt vulnerable out there. But, ever the networker, she had called him. She’d kept his name on her phone so there was something to be read Sikiş hikayeleri into her doing that, perhaps. He was glad to have some company, unplanned as it was, and that of an attractive young woman. Anxiety to be caught in the storm had overcome reason, perhaps even a sense of propriety.He would find out soon enough as he saw the sweep of car lights not so far from his modern terraced house. A glass of wine, like the one he sipped from, might calm her down and serve as a welcome.And then, anything could be possible. His unanswered call of some time ago would have let Fenna know that she had aroused more than the spark of interest in him.♥Fenna is relieved to see the candle flickering on the window sill, just as Luc had told her. She feels calmer now and finds a space to park. A few things that she needs are grabbed from the seat behind and she soon rushes to his open front door and stumbles in, gasping for breath from excitement and nervy expectation.“Sort yourself out and then come in here! I’ve got a glass of wine waiting for you!” he calls to her from the living room. The place is decorated in the latest colors, modern furniture and paintings to be seen everywhere she looks.“Okay, I will!” she laughs but disconcerted he does not join her.She shrugs off her jacket and tugs her blouse away from her skin. Both are wet, even if she hadn’t had far to walk from the car to his front door and so are her shoes, which she kicks off and pushes them against the wall. She goes into the cramped cloakroom, set under the stairs, and checks her appearance. It will be different from the last time they were together. At last, she is ready and steps into the room where she sees him lounging, glass in hand and an expectant look on his lean face.Just how is she to get through the next few hours with a good-looking guy, in his place, and whom she hadn’t seen for two years?“Hi,” she smiles on meeting his look. Luc stands up and closes the space between them.“Hi, but what makes you go out on a day like today? The bad weather’s been forecast for some time….” he says, not concealing his mild irritation that she should be so foolish and also with evident concern in his voice.“If things need doing, as they were today, I go out and deal with them,” she answered calmly and on taking the glass of wine that he held out to her. “I didn’t have a great deal of choice and I’m sorry to call out of the blue. Things were crashing down onto the car, and I simply didn’t want to drive home in this weather.”As if to make the point, she stepped in her bare feet to the window and gazed out at the drifts of rain, the occasional gust of wind spattering the flurries against it. Luc soon stands beside her and she meets his gaze. How could she have failed to return his call? The guy looks good, and he lives well.“Well, you’re here now but I can see you’re shivering, Go upstairs and take a shower, warm up, and get out of your wet clothes. You’ll find a large towel in the cupboard at the top of the stairs. There’s a rack in the cupboard so hang whatever you need to dry on that…I can even get a small electric Erotik hikaye fan to dry things out…quicker if you’re in a rush.”“You are organized!” she laughs.“Living on your own does that to you,” he retorts. “You don’t have the same problem, I have to guess, or you would have rung me back.”“That again!”“Yes, that again, and here you are, calling on me out of the blue, so to speak.”Until then she had not been fully aware of how cold and numb, she felt, the reasons, perhaps, that she was worried about the weather and getting through in her car. She was also wet through, and her clothes stuck to her body, but Luc had given her hardly a look in any desiring way. And yet, when she finds the towel he suggested that she used, how it seems to have a manly odor and not some floral scent, she’s possessed by a sudden attraction to him, to Luc’s raw masculinity that has aroused a rush of longing in her belly that is impossible to deny.“What’s happening, Fenna?” she mutters as she washes her hair and stands under the warming douche of water that courses down her body, between her firm breasts, and down over her toned tummy and then her thighs, the water pooling at her feet and swirling down the drain. Her bra and thong are still moderately dry, but her other clothes are wet through and she has nothing to wear or cover herself, other than the towels she has grabbed.“Have you got everything?” she hears Luc call out, breezily, from beyond the bathroom door. His footfalls echoed on the stairs as he made his way to check on her.“Everything’s fine!” She hopes her loud voice, in the small room, will deter him from entering. “I’m warmer now!”She just about hears his chuckle in reply before Luc’s steps are again heard on the stairs. Relief, that he hasn’t come in, now vies with her doubts about what to wear. Her clothes are drenched and all she has to cover her nakedness are towels. There’s nothing for it, she has to call him and opens the bathroom door, enough, to be able to do so.“Luc…Luc?”“Yeah, what is it now?”She’s embarrassed to ask. “I…I wonder if I could wear your dressing gown if you have one?”“Wait a moment,” he answers only too easily, and she hears his tread on the stairs and she waits, pushes the door but doesn’t shut it. There’s a knock. “Here, take this…I hope it’s not too short.”She hears his disbelieving laugh. “Thanks, I won’t be long now.”“There’s no rush, the storm’s not letting up. So, there’s time to be here a while longer and…and your clothes will have a chance to dry.” He doesn’t move and seems to be waiting for her to come out of his bathroom. She does so and Luc looks approvingly at her, the short silk robe finishing just above her knees and the thin strap is fastened tightly around her slender waist. “It looks good on you, better than towels, which I guess would have been an alternative. I prefer this.”“And I’m wondering how crazy this is.” She meets his continuing, approving, looks upon her, and wonders how the sensible and considered decision-maker, that others believe her to be, has brought her to this point, storm or not.“While you do that I’ll make some supper, but sit down for a moment and finish your wine, or do you want a warm drink…a small beaker of tea perhaps?” “No, wine’s just fine.” She says this on taking her seat at the other end of the sofa. She tucks her legs under her and eases back, sipping on her wine.
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