Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Lecture complete, I straightened my shirt and opened the door.
“Are you all right?” Alistair asked, a concerned expression knitting his brow.
“Honest? I’m a little freaked out and the potential for big regret should be there, but I don’t feel it. You might, though, and I understand. I guess that makes me nervous. Sexy shenanigans was definitely on my Parisian wish list, but I’m sure it wasn’t on yours and certainly not with me. So when you ask, how do we do this—the answer is, I don’t fucking know. You have to make the call here. You have to tell me what you want. If you want me to leave, I’ll go. If you want me to stay—”
“Of course I want you to stay, you daft man. I thought it was obvious.”
I lifted my chin and smiled hesitantly. “Okay…good.”
“We’re here for a month, Winnie, and while I suppose we could pretend nothing occurred, that might prove impossible in the long run. For me, anyway.”
“Me too. Totally impossible,” I agreed. “Okay, let’s stick to my idea—Paris for me, King Tut and mummies and naughty Egyptian art for you. And I think you should let me help you. It’s only a month, right? I don’t want to go to any more museums alone, and I don’t think you should be cooped up in your room all day. The rest—the sexy stuff…I say we go with the flow. No plans necessary.”
Alistair nodded slowly. “All right.”
“Yeah?” I flashed a wide grin. “You’ll let me help?”
“We can try.”
I didn’t miss the hesitant drawl, but I wasn’t deterred. “I’ll shower and change, and then we can coagulate our calendars.”
“Coordinate?”
“Yes! That’s it.” I pointed a finger at his chest and at the last second, kissed his cheek. “Thanks. You won’t be sorry.”
7
ALISTAIR
Ihad a feeling I was going to be very sorry.
Yes, I liked Winnie…a lot.
He was a breath of fresh air albeit with the subtlety of a hurricane—loud and brash. Yet I sensed a fragility to him that brought out my protective side. I hadn’t known I’d had one. His plea to assist had a manic edge I associated with someone who had something to prove to himself. I knew a thing or two about personal battles.
Perhaps my mini meltdown— the one that had led to our unplanned initial Parisian excursion—had leveled the playing field a bit. Winnie had met my close-associate-slash-one-time-nemesis and in a roundabout way had encouraged me to face Gerard. Of course, that had led to yet another project, so I wasn’t convinced I’d come out ahead on that one.
But let’s talk about that blowjob, shall we?
My God, Winnie on his knees with his lips wrapped around my dick had officially jumped the queue to the top of my favorite memories. It was sensual and sexy and a little confusing.
How was it possible that this beautiful hothouse flower of a human wanted me?
But he did. And it was more than want. He’d looked at me as if he’d thought I might have the answers he needed. With his swollen lips, dreamy eyes, and my cum on his cheek, I’d had a very real desire to be whatever version of a knight in shining armor he’d dreamed up.
And that wasn’t wise. I was no savior, but if he was hoping for a Parisian diversion with meaningless sex and didn’t mind that it came with a small history lesson, I was on board.
I vowed to be open to new ideas and suggestions and step outside of my comfort zone. I might even let him “assist” me. Just a little.
He could begin by acquainting himself with a general timeline of Ancient Egyptian.
“How? Wikipedia?” he asked.
“That’s fine.”
“Great. Be sure to check the schedule I left on your desk. We’re splitting time evenly between work and field trips…starting today.”
“Winnie…”
“No complaints,” he warned. “We have a deal, a plan, a schedule. It’s going to be fab, darling. You’ll see.”
That was how it began.
Winnie’s Proposed Schedule:
Breakfast
Excursion 1
Lunch
Work
Excursion 2
Dinner
Excursion 3
“This is an excursion-heavy proposal,” I commented warily.
“We can switch things around. Maybe double work one day and double fun the next.”
I fixed him with a dubious once-over. “I agree to a three-day trial.”
“You’re on. Prepare to have the best three days ever.”
Day one: I gave Winnie a list of broad subjects to review online—the Nile, gods and religion, hieroglyphs, art and architecture—while I studied notes and digital archives of archeological fragments. Every once in a while, I’d ask him to stop and look up something specific, like Amun, Ogdoad, and the temple at Karnak…for fun.
I sat at the table I’d repurposed as a desk, squinting at two different screens, deciphering hieratic documents on one, a map of Saqqara on the other, images of artifacts on an iPad, and…a view of Winnie in my periphery with a laptop on his knee, oohing and aahing over whatever he’d stumbled across in the latest rabbit hole he’d fallen into.