Under His Charm (Love Under Lockdown)
I was so overcome with joy, I couldn’t give a damn if it was inappropriate, I would do anything he asked, I was just so happy to know he felt the same way I did.
“O-okay.”
“I want you to quarantine with me. I’m heading up to my vacation home after the parade. It has everything we could want but is also secluded, so there’s a lot of freedom too. You could go outside whenever you wanted with no risk. It’s next to a beautiful lake and lots of hiking trails if you’d like to do that.”
“Yes,” I blurted, not actually sure he was done, “I would love to quarantine with you.”
“Great, we can leave this afternoon.”
He put a hand on my shoulder, clearly not sure if it was okay. I put my hand on his to let him know it absolutely was. It felt great for him to touch me, even if it was just on my shoulder and through my clothes. I wasn’t about to complain, though.
When the parade drew to a close, the last of the procession disappearing around the corner, to delight people in other parts of the city, Ryan took my hand, guiding me up to my feet. I felt like a princess being asked to dance by the heir to the throne. Retrieving my flowers, which I was starting to like more and more, Ryan led the way out of his office.
In a building as old as city hall, there were bound to be a few secrets. One was a hidden elevator I doubted many knew about. How Ryan had discovered it, I wasn’t about to ask, despite the curiosity tugging at me like an impatient toddler.
It was a bit rickety, but I felt safe with Ryan holding my hand. With an audible whir, the ancient elevator took us down to the underground parking, where only the mayor and other such higher ups were allowed to park. On that occasion I didn’t much mind, as it avoided us coming into contact with anyone else on the way to his car which, by all appearances, he was planning on driving himself.
It would be a nice, worry free trip from his office to his secluded vacation home, where we would spend the next two weeks. Even more than the notion of being able to go out whenever I wanted, I liked the idea of being alone with him for two weeks. There would be no chance of us getting caught. If people even cared about such silly things anymore.
No one was forcing me, he’d asked, and I’d gone. Neither of us were married, or even already in a relationship as far as I knew, bringing the potential for scandal down to a bare minimum. Still, that could be enough with him running for re-election soon. I was touched he was willing to take such a risk, but if anything it showed how much he honestly cared for me.
“Shouldn’t I pack?”
“No need, the house has everything you’ll need, including a computer if you insist on doing work, as well as clothes.”
“You know my size?”
“Of course I do, I know everyone’s size, I apprenticed as a tailor on Savile Row. My folks might be rich, but they still insisted that I try to get a job.”
“So you chose to be a tailor?”
“Trained to be a tailor. Actually did it for a while before politics came calling. I made all my own tweeds and shirts. Shoes are a bit more difficult, so I commissioned those from a bespoke cobbler in town. Nice guy, great quality, mostly gets by on repeat business, no one makes a pair of brogues like him.”
“Did you make the clothes at the house?” I joked.
“Yes actually, in my free time. I’ve known for a while I was going to ask you to come and stay with me. It was just a matter of finding just the right time. At least in my own head.”
My heart did a little jig. I’d thought he’d been kidding, or at least exaggerating about knowing my size from sight but the clothes at the house, if there were any could be some pretty compelling evidence. I’d certainly known liars and braggarts before and Ryan never struck me as either.
“What about - ”
“Underwear?”
“Yeah,” I said blushing.
“Not so good there,” he admitted, “I was actually thinking you might do without. We’ll see how the clothes feel. If need be, we can order some online and to the no touch delivery thing.”
I’d never even considered going two whole weeks without wearing underwear, but the more I thought about it the more the idea excited me. Not least because it seemed like Ryan was saying he would like easier access to my most intimate parts without. My legs squeezed together automatically, trying to quell the heat that had gathered in my pussy. I’d have fucked him right then and there, were he not driving.