Chapter Nine
Richards point of view
Sunday morning, and I am still reeling from the events of Friday night, no amount of work could stop me thinking about Ms Black or subdue the excitement of her being with me back home. I will offer to book her into a hotel, the best hotel, but part of me wants her to stay as my guest at home, to keep her safe, and well to keep her near me.
Dam she is mighty fine, and what is going on, I have this pull inside me, wanting to be near her, to protect her, and well to do a whole load of other things to her. Every time she is close it is like she is a magnet, and I am drawn instinctively to her side. I find myself wanting to go see her, to bang on her door and find some excuse to be near her, but I must try and remain professional, I had already broken
