Buying Thyme by TJ Hamilton Page A

and like magic, Tench releases himself into me, violent ly thrashing about in the water as he does so.
     
    Both panting heavily, we embrace in our position for a few more moments. I casually run my fingers through Tench’s wet hair, wondering who the man inside truly is. He gazes up at me with loving eyes. We stay staring into each other for minutes. Can he see into me and see what I’m really thinking about him? How can a man show me such displays of affection and yet be so dangerous in reality? Why is he so interested in me? Could I live this life with him? I stop my mind wondering further, for fear of entertaining the thoughts of being with him and convincing myself that he’s someone that he’s not.
    “Shower?” I ask to shake the moment.  
    Tench looks at me with a look that I can’t quite place.
    “Sure.” He replies as coldly as the old Tench would.  
    He rips himself out of me with an offending jerk, snatching himself away from me as if I were trying to take something from him. I wonder what I’ve done wrong. I hope he didn’t recognise that I didn’t orgasm. No, no one ever does. Even the most sex-crazed men fall for that old chestnut! I grab my bikini bottoms from the ledge of the pool and slide them back on before I exit the water. Tench on the other hand, jumps straight out, in all his nakedness, and unceremoniously strolls over to the pool house for all to see. If the rocking backwards and forwards in the pool wasn’t enough for Mrs Oktar to put two and two together then this certainly will! But then again, she’s most probably used to it with Tench. The very thought causes me to start thinking about how many other women he’s done this for. The others probably weren’t paid for either. They all probably fell for his bad-boy persona, hook, line and sinker! I follow him into the pool house shower, which is an entire wet room with one huge showerhead, the size of a large Frisbee hanging from the ceiling. Stripping down, I come up behind Tench and run my hands around him, grabbing down at his length from behind and cupping his whole package in both hands.
    “So what excitement do you have in store for us tonight Mr Tench?” I query as I breathe into the back of his neck.
    “I was thinking you can chose tonight Miranda.” He replies as he turns around to face me.
    “Well I did bring those handcuffs with me, and a riding crop that I could put to good use on you?”
    “ Ha! Miranda. You know I don’t let anyone do that sort of shit to me. I was thinking something a bit more on the normal side .” He holds my face between his hands and kisses my lips, planting gentle kisses from one side to the other.
    “What, you mean like a candlelit dinner under the st ars kind of normal?” I suggest playfully as a dig toward his extravagant display the night before.
    “No, I was thinking more like Pizza and a movie… kind of normal.” He says almost shyly.  
    What! Oh no! Not the ‘ couple ’ thing… What does this man want from me? Tench, you were always my one client who never wanted that bullshit from me! Hopefully he just needs a bit of company and then I’m done with him for a few more months again.
    “Anything you say Mr Tench, it’s your booking after all.”
    He rolls his eyes and turns around to rinse his face off in the water before he exits the shower. Why does the wild and unpredictable underworld figure, ‘Joe Tench’ keep avoiding the whole ‘I’m your hooker’ reality of our situation? Why does he look so uncomfortable every time I mention it?
     
    Back in Tench’s bedroom, I change into the most ‘relaxed’ clothing I have on hand, given that I’m here purely for sexual seduction. I put on a black see-through singlet top that clings around my bare breasts and matching long pants that sit loosely around my legs. I attempt modesty by putting on some black Brazilian underwear under the see-through pants. Tench on the other hand puts on black sweatpants that hang