Her Fantasy

Anya recalled the conversation, but his reaction to it astonished her. He wanted to know about her fantasies, why? Her cheeks flushed.

Winking, he sighed softly. ?Oh, Anya Reid, you look so adorable when you?re embarrassed.?

?I?ll have words with Lorie.?

?Ah, you were overheard, Lorie wasn?t the culprit. Besides, what?s wrong with being a sexually adventurous lover?? He didn?t let her look away when he asked that. ?You are a sexually adventurous lover, aren?t you, Anya??

Only in my dreams, she thought to herself. Warren didn?t look as if he were talking about dreams. ?I?m not answering that on the grounds I might incriminate myself.? Was this his secret, the mystery behind the enigmatic man she wanted so much?he was sexually adventurous and kinky sex was his thing? ?Are you seriously asking me if I?d like a threesome??

?In theory, yes.? His eyes twinkled with humor, and desire.

?In theory, huh? I suppose this threesome of yours would involve two women.?

?Not necessarily. It depends on the aim, and the mix, doesn?t it??

?I don?t know, does it??

?We were talking about your fantasy.?

She stared at him, because she couldn?t quite believe he had listened to office chatter and that he had stored the information away. It was flattering, but it also made her very curious about his sexuality and his desires. ?Tell me, why would a man want to share his woman? In theory, of course.?

Discussing it ?in theory? did seem to take the pressure off, marginally. The fact it was a superficial disclaimer was implied in his tone. Hers, too, if she were honest. He?d captured her interest long ago, and now she felt it being drawn down on to a much deeper level. It keyed into that part of her sexuality that burgeoned in response to him. Was he into playing sex games and making fantasies real? Could be. Warren was the sort of man who didn?t do anything by halves. How would that affect the potential relationship he?d suggested, when he?d asked her out on a date? The questions flitted around her mind, making her edgy with curiosity and arousal.

?Well, now,? he responded, relaxing back in his chair. ?I could say that you look like the sort of woman who could handle two men. Sensual, feminine, lush.? The lazy smile that played around the edges of his mouth tempered the directness in his manner. It was a skill he had, but she never found it so intimately focused on her before and it set her alight.

He watched her closely, as if monitoring her reaction to his words. ?Or I could say I like to watch the woman I want being pleasured by another man, so that I can learn what works best for her, sexually.?

Christ, he really was serious. Anya instinctively moved her hand to her cleavage and fidgeted with the fabric of her dress. His stare was so weighted, so insinuating. She had to silently instruct herself to breathe. Eventually, she managed to respond. ?You?re a very direct man.?

Warren reached for her fingers, where they were wrapped around the stem of her wineglass, and teased over them, gently. The simple touch sent her into a fever of longing. She stared down at his hand, amazed at how the slight contact could cause such havoc inside of her.

?I?m sorry. Have I been too direct??

?No,? she responded quickly, breathlessly, a

nd she meant it, even though it felt as if Warren were detonating a bomb here. ?I like ?direct.?? Raising her gaze to his, she braved herself to smile. ?It?s just not something I?ve ever experienced, or expected.?

She wanted him, and she also wanted to be more liberated about her sexuality, yes. Perhaps she had sensed that about him, that he could show her the way. She?d been drawn to him on several levels. Raw lust, and something much deeper. Identification, a yearning for a kindred soul perhaps. Affection was in there, too, growing fast, she couldn?t deny that, even if she thought she were being foolish.

Andrew, her ex, had never encouraged her to whisper her fantasies to him. Warren was one of the reasons she?d ended it with Andrew, although back then she had no clue that Warren would ever ask her out. It wasn?t about that. Warren never gave her any cause to think that he would. He offered friendship, teasing flirtation, yes. No one knew much about Warren?s love life, but there was the occasional casual remark about flying out to Prague, Paris, or Berlin for the weekend, and speculation was rife about who the women he took with him might be. Anya had often wondered about it. She?d also imagined that it was her that he was flying out to meet.

That alone made her admit there was something up with her relationship at home. It had been off the boil for a long time. The attraction to Warren was the last nail in the coffin. She didn?t ever want to end up having an affair, because that went against her core beliefs. She would rather be on her own. And she had been, for a few months. Then Warren had gradually gravitated closer, and each breath of space he closed between them impacted on her, profoundly, readying her for this moment.

?We trust each other, don?t we?? His voice was husky and low, both reassuring and suggestive at the same time. He meshed his fingers with hers across the table, connecting with her directly and making her skin sizzle.

?As old friends becoming lovers,? he added, and he said it so easily, locking down the flirty conversation into a direct statement of intent.

They were going to become lovers.

Anya nodded, unable to say more right then. They were at the start of something, and she craved it all. She trusted him to open her up to things she had only ever fantasized about.

?And we?re consenting adults, aren?t we??

?Yes,? she responded, the flame of her desire flickering ever higher, ?we are.?

Chapter Two

?You?re coming in, right?? Anya smiled up at him as they drew to a halt outside the building where she lived, a Victorian town house converted into studio flats. Dusk was falling on the Camden side street, but the midsummer air was still warm, the street life on the main thoroughfares vibrant.