Sins of the Father. Kitty Neale

surreptitiously at Tom, still unable to believe that he was sitting at her table. She had always fancied him, but he’d hardly looked her way until now. Polly sighed heavily. She craved men’s arms around her, liking a bit of slap and tickle, but lately was growing fearful of her reputation. Gossip was spreading, keeping her indoors more than usual, and if anyone else had asked her out at the moment, she’d have said no.

      As Polly turned to carry the plates to the table, their eyes met and Tom winked, his smile warm. Her hands shook. God, he was gorgeous.

      ‘It’s only a bit of Spam, tomatoes, bread and pickle.’

      ‘That’ll do me, love.’

      They sat facing each other. With her throat constricted with nerves, Polly was hardly able to swallow her food, but what did it matter? It wasn’t food she wanted, it was Tom Chambers. She wanted to drown in his arms, to feel his lips on hers, and then the thought of what might follow had her fidgeting with desire in her chair. Christ, she didn’t want to ruin her chances, didn’t want Tom to think her brazen. She would have to go carefully.

      ‘You’re only picking at your food, Polly. Are you feeling all right?’

      ‘Yes, I’m fine. I’m not very hungry, that’s all.’

      As their eyes locked it was as if some sort of unspoken signal passed between them.

      Tom stood up, holding out his hand. He said, ‘Shall we go upstairs?’

      Despite her desires, Polly hesitated. As much as she wanted Tom, if she slept with him now he’d think her a tart and that was the last thing she wanted. There were those around here who already thought it was true, and if gossip reached his ears he’d believe it.

      ‘Tom, we can’t.’

      ‘Of course we can. I can see by the look in your eyes that your need is as great as mine.’

      ‘It…it wouldn’t be right. Anyway, I…I’m not that sort of woman.’

      ‘Of course you’re not, but what harm would it do? We’re both free, both lonely, and I wouldn’t think any less of you. Mind you, there’s only one thing.’

      ‘Oh, and what’s that?’