His piercing blue eyes and chiselled features

must be ignored at all cost

along with that dimple in his chin

and those impossibly long lashes. 

Equally impossible –

that thick, blonde hair which she couldn’t ever imagine

herself wanting to run her fingers through. 

Of course not,

what an absurd idea. 

Equally absurd –

his expecting her to accept his invitation. 

Training her eyes from his questioning concern

had only led her to focus on his biceps.

In fact, how dare any man be so pretty yet so masculine

while still only 19

and she a mature businesswoman of 25. 

 

So why were her treacherous feet taking her to their destination? 

Well, it was only for dinner and she would pay for her own. 

Catch him finding her such an easy catch. 

 

So why then had she now ended up in his bed? 

 

The wine

the food

the ambience

his gentle teasing. 

“Oh, of course,” he had said,

grinning at her across their small table

“and you such an old lady!” 

And her treacherous sense of humour

had succumbed to his wit and easy charm. 

 

Drunk with desire

she had thought to herself

as he carried her over his threshold

that she may be able to teach him a thing or two between the sheets. 

 

As it turned out their passions and expertise were well matched. 

 

Finally, after continuous action

they drifted into sleep at dawn

euphorically sated

their limbs still entangled. 

 

Perhaps some time in the afternoon she may come to her senses...