‘See?’ he says, ‘I don’t want to miss any rolling around on the floor or tapping of chakras or whatever nonsense it is. It’s all… captivating.’
‘Thatnonsense,’ I say, in as haughty a fashion as I can muster under the circumstances, ‘is an ancient form of emotional healing. That I can personally vouch for.’
I am met with what could only be described as an intensely smouldering and sexual look.
‘Go on,’ he encourages huskily.
Do not engage. Repeat DO NOT fucking engage.
My voice comes out all raspy and two octaves lower than normal. ‘Tapping the meridian points on one’s body is a centuries old mechanism for helping one to cope with anything from…’ I stop to lick my lips. ‘… an overly dismissive mother to, I don’t know, toxic issues in the workplace.’
Oh Jesus.
Thankfully, he interrupts me before I can talk any further shite at him. Taking hold of my arms, he says, ‘I find you utterly…’ his eyes searching mine, ‘… bonkers.’
The atmosphere in my office suddenly becomes heavy with lust. I blink slowly, my breath coming in short bursts. He grabs me roughly to him and gives me a hungry look before kissing the life out of me. A surge of electricity powers through me and I am consumed. He must feel it too, his breathing is all ragged and his hands start to wander over my body, pulling me in close. The silk kimono falls open at the front to reveal plump breasts tumbling from my balcony bra. His eyes light up.
‘Magnificent,’ he says, cupping one of them then the other as our lips melt passionately together. My fingers tangle in his soft hair as I pull him towards me. I have never wanted anyone this much. The chemistry between us is electrifying.
After a while, we break off, both of us panting and wild-eyed.
‘I’ll be back soon,’ Oliver says, flying out of my office, leaving me gobsmacked.
I stare after him. Not only have we both broken every rule in the Code of Ethics about not having any romantic intimacy, but more worryingly, I haven’t given Ryan Reynolds a thought in over an hour. Not one thought.
I’m still rooted to the spot in a daze as Maria-José-Inmaculada-Carmen walks in. Ava is hovering behind. I wrap the kimono back around my top half and pat my hair back into shape as though I’ve simply been on a vigourous dusting spree.
‘Okay, let’s sort out thisCoach Tripdisaster,’ I sigh rather dreamily, because I’m still reeling from that kiss.
What lips Oliver has. Powerful I’d call them. No, soft, but then again, hard. No, bouncy. No, firm and springy. No, that’s how you’d describe a good mattress.Good lord… I must concentrate. Being present in the moment is, in fact,keyto good life coaching. Being able to give one’s full and absolute attention to the person in front of them is essential. And to really listen to them. Like Oliver really listens to me, and how he finds me utterlycaptivating. Captivating and bonkers. No one has ever, EVER called me captivating before.
‘How many people have you booked onto it so far?’ I ask, dragging myself back into the present. I really must try to stay here, in the here and now.
I hear her mumble something. Lust has affected my hearing. I wonder if Oliver has a strong surname to go with his strong beefy arms and his overall general strong beefiness. I simply must find out.
‘How many?’ I say, sighing happily. I’m so giddy. Giddy is the only way I can describe it. Light and fluffy and high on endorphins. Oliver’s kisses are… commanding. Yes, commanding. No, they’re sweet. No, promising. That’s what they are. Full of promise. A shoot of lust pings through my body and dances around in my lady parts.
Maria-José-Inmaculada-Carmen considers me for a moment and pushes back her thick dark hair. It could do with a brush. Oliver has perfect hair, as one could probably imagine.
‘What do we do?’ she asks me with knitted eyebrows.
‘Yes,’ I answer, still smiling as my mind wanders. Oliver has such a great body. I have a flashback to him touching me inappropriately, only a few minutes ago. I wonder if we’ll do it on this very couch. On this carpet. My eyes roam the office for bits of furniture we might have sex on.
‘What do we do?’ Maria-José-Inmaculada-Carmen asks again. ‘We have booked people on to a Coach Trip. Where are you taking them?’
Gaaah!But she’s right. And also, wrong.
‘It’sweand it’s less of a trip and more of an experience. A Life Coach Experience.’
I have literally told her a hundred times.
‘Sounds interesting,’ Ava says.
No. It really doesn’t.
‘Leave it with me,’ I say. I’ll sort it out later. I have some daydreaming about Oliver’s lips to do.
A while later, I wander through to reception to see my sister sitting next to Maria-José-Inmaculada-Carmen behind the desk. They are giggling away like old friends. I can see they have Ryan Reynold’s Instagram up on the screen. He is lounging in bed with a tuxedo and a pair of shiny shoes.
