pang of guilt

- You do not have anything to worry more about him. He will not be disturbed.

His voice was suffering. Helen felt a slight pang of guilt. Paolo spent twelve years to perform this promise to her. Now it could be long since married, with a bunch of kids. And instead of - unnecessary wife and promise, were so onerous.


















Nothing strange that now he wants to come loose.

- Did you bring me the papers to sign? - She asked, carrying a tray past.

He nodded in the direction of the living room.

- They are in the folder.

- Then let's start - she said cheerfully, trying to give the appearance of said at least enthusiasm.

While Paolo pulled the documents, she poured coffee, mentally berating himself for not having realized prepare yourself a cup of green tea. It's late, and she really needed to get some sleep before an early morning flight. Just not enough - to suffer after his departure provoked by caffeine insomnia.

Paolo looked at Helene realized that deceives himself. Drink what you want and not have to go to sleep. Not today. Knowing that they are still turned out at the end.

Sitting next to her on the couch, he accidentally pinched the floor of her dressing gown. Helen did not have time to react. By the time she tried to move away, one side of his robe was firmly pressed, fully exposing her left leg from the knee to the panties too outspoken.

Grabbing another floor, she pulled it on before was laid bare belly with belated regret thinking about the missed opportunity to wear jeans, before opening the door Paolo. But given that it is usually asleep naked, she was lucky that now it has something else in addition to the gown.

However, the great satisfaction she felt, feeling the impact of the connected embarrassment and cool room air the skin on the foot is covered with small ants.

To notice her confusion, it took an incredibly long time. His eyes ran over with papers on her knee, and then began to slowly climb up killer. When he reached the place where the skin is hidden under the robe, he froze. Then he drew attention to the whitened fingers clench convulsively tissue and finally on her face.

His eyes flashed something, something hot and dangerous and incredibly attractive. Blood ran faster, taking her embarrassment into something more primitive. But he had already turned away. Quickly rose, crossed the room and showed an unexpected interest in the knickknacks on the mantelpiece.

- I'm sorry - he muttered strange shrunken voice.

To regain full use of bathrobes, Helen wrapped it around himself, all dominated by the recent shame.