Chapter 2

About a month after they signed the contract she turned up at the restaurant to find Erik sat alone at their usual table.

“Is Samantha not joining us tonight?” she asked as she sat down.

“I’m afraid she’s no longer with me, we parted on good terms but she wont be coming back.” he said with a sad smile.

“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that” she lied convincingly, it had been an effort to behave herself around Erik at the best of times since they met.

“Its okay, she was ready to move on. If truth be told she had been ready for some time but we all have trouble letting go at times don’t we.” he poured himself another glass of wine and refilled hers.

“How she could leave a handsome guy like you ill never know” she said taking a sip of her wine quietly thanking her lucky stars she had decided to wear her sexiest black dress.

She had flirted with him all evening seeking to ‘console’ him in his hour of need. They drank and laughed and ate till she was fit to bust and when the dessert course arrived Erik fed her the last few spoonfuls himself.

“I love a lady that can enjoy delicious food and not begrudge every calorie.” he said smiling.

It surprised her that he was right, the entire evening she had not once thought to worry about the richness of the food or what it would do to her diet, indeed she couldn’t remember the last meal she had shared with him that she had cared about it at all.

“It must be your effect upon me, when you are around I cannot seem to find it in me to care.” she said smiling.

“Well then I must endeavour to stay closer from now on, how about dinner at my place tomorrow?”

“How about breakfast?” she said boldly.

He smiled and ordered the cheque…

They had barely made it to the cab before he started to kiss her, long hot passionate kisses that sent shivers down her spine. He threw a clip of bills to the driver and growled an address his voice husky with passion. In the darkened confines of the car his body seemed to loom over her his hands running up her back and into her hair.

The car pulled into a long gravel driveway, in the darkness she could make out what looked like a renovated farmhouse with old fashioned lantern lights lighting up a huge front door.

The moment the taxi pulled up he was throwing open the door and lifting her out, holding her in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather he kissed her again before slamming the door with his foot and telling the driver to keep the change.

He pressed her against the huge oak door as he fumbled for the lock, the ornate iron studs freezing cold against her shoulder.

He kissed her again as the door swung open biting on her lower lip with an almost feral snarl, he stepped inside into a huge hall like something from a medieval fantasy. Dark wood panelling reflected the cheery glow of the roaring fire in the hearth. A few comfortable sofas dotted the room and a huge sheepskin rug lay in front of the hearth completing the image.

She only saw it for an instant before he was kissing her again, his strong hands shifting her weight against him as he moved across the room and laid her down on the soft white sheepskin.

Kneeling upright he threw off his jacket and literally tore his shirt off in a spray of buttons revealing a tanned and muscled chest. She slipped free of her gown and into his arms moaning with passion as he bit and kissed while his long strong fingers dragged down her back undoing her bra and snagging her panties. With another rip he tore them off and pounced on her, rolling together on the rug as they playfully fought to be the one on top. Finally he pinned her down and parted her soaking lips with his long manhood grunting as he slipped inside of her.

They had made love all night finally falling into exhausted sleep.

When Tanya woke the next morning she was wrapped in the sheepskin rug on one of the massive sofas, clothes were scattered across the floor and the fire was reduced to a pile of white ashes on the hearth.

She ignored her clothes and instead pulled on his ruined shirt, following the sound of cheerful whistling to a cavernous kitchen all natural stone walls and gleaming bronze pans. Erik was cooking sausages in a skillet the smell of searing meat made her belly rumble hungrily.

“Aha awake at last sleepyhead” he said smiling.

“What time is it?” she replied sleepily intentionally stretching so that the shirt parted slightly.

“Time to eat sleepyhead, or are you ready for dessert already?” he replied pulling her into a kiss that made her head swim.

They had eaten in the kitchen before making love again on the kitchen counter, he had driven her home and they made love there all evening.

Within a week she was spending her every spare moment at his house and not long after he asked her if she wanted to move in.

Their lives took up a certain routine, in the morning; they would make love Erik skilfully bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, then they would eat breakfast together and take a run around Erik’s estate. Then afterwards go their separate ways to work, in the evening he cooked dinner, an extravagant meal perfectly prepared and always so delicious she couldn’t resist finishing every bite. They would work out together and then collapse back into bed. Erik paid her more attention than any man she had ever dated, he was forever pampering her, giving her long sensuous massages or preparing special meals just for her.

Over the months her weight bloomed, she gained a layer of fat over her muscular frame, her breasts swelled and her dress size increased and she found herself totally unable to care.

Erik found her beautiful, and somehow her obsession with staying skinny seemed silly now, her old friends had been shocked and many stopped talking to her but everywhere she went with Erik his friends were forever telling her how beautiful she was, how rounded, sweet and delicious she looked. She found their comments strange and off putting at first but Erik convinced her they were just being complimentary and she began to enjoy their lingering gazes.