The Guardian's Forbidden Mistress
Seven years later…A frown formed on Sarah's forehead as she watched Derek turn from the crowded bar and slowly make his way back to their table, a full champagne glass in each hand.
In the time it had taken him to be served, she'd begun to worry about having accepted his invitation for a Christmas drink.
Sarah comforted herself with the thought that in the six months Derek had been her personal trainer, he'd never made a pass, or crossed the line in any way, shape or form.
But there was a definite twinkle in his eye as he handed her a glass, then sat down with his.
'This is very nice of you,' she said carefully.
Sarah's heart sank when he beamed back at her.
'I am nice,'he said.
'And no, I'm not coming on to you.'
'I didn't think you were,' she lied before taking a relieved sip of the bubbly.
'Yes, you did.'
'Well…'
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