‘It’s such a shame I have to go back home.’ Thomas said, his arm linked in hers.’
She knew what he was suggesting. Wanted what he wanted – deep down. It had been a long time since she had felt this happy. Even longer since anyone cared enough to try. It wasn’t like her to sleep with someone on a first date, but Thomas felt so familiar.
Their taxi ride home, and Elizabeth fell asleep in Thomas’s arms. When they got back to hers, he gently woke her with a kiss. She wasn’t embarrassed about her home – it was always tidy anyway.
A coffee suggested, they sat on her sofa. One kiss let to another. Thomas waltzed her into the bedroom. An hour later and they were still together, his arm intertwined with hers.
‘What’s the time Miss Moneypenny?’
‘Just past eleven o’clock, but you can stay the night if you want to.’
Gently removing his arm from hers, and sat on the side of the mattress, Thomas grabbed his trousers. He kissed her, removed his jacket from the end of the bed. ‘If I don’t go now, I never will be able to and Martha will only worry.’
‘Okay.’ Elizabeth’s tone fell flat.
‘I’ll text you. Please don’t ring me. My sister, she has a nervous disposition. I don’t want her disturbed.’
‘I totally understand,’ Elizabeth tried not to cry, but felt like she had been given a lifeline and had blown it completely.
Thomas swivelled back, kissed her, and Elizabeth melted in his touch. For a moment it looked like he would change his mind, but he pulled away, resumed getting dressed.
‘I want to see you again Elizabeth. If I get this promotion, then I will have more spare time. It’s just old men like me get looked over when someone younger is involved.’
‘I’m sure your credentials will get you the job. Experience and qualifications count with my manager.’
‘I took my exams, but I’ve no proof.’ Thomas tilted back, as his fingers traced the side of her hips. ‘It’s just so annoying that I won’t get the chance to better myself because of that.’
‘I’m responsible for vetting. I could say that I’d received your credentials. That would help a little wouldn’t it?’
‘Would you do that for us?’ Thomas said, his hands wrapped around her cheeks. ‘Has anyone told you that you are a gem?’