<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br/><em>Sunday Night – In the Fucking Gulch bar</em><br/><br/>Relieved to have parted on amicable terms from the woman who had been so welcoming to him, Nathan's attention was drawn addictively back to Ellie. His firm grip pulled on her arm, coaxing her closer, and his sky-coloured eyes slipped down from her face, taking in the surprising, tempting curves of her figure as revealed by the alluring red dress and her unconsciously seductive poise.<br/><br/>As she stood closer and he got a tickle of her perfume in his nose, Nathan's fingers stirred, tightening hard around her delicate joint then relaxing, stroking her inner wrist gently. She looked up at him like she had in his many, many wicked dreams about her, that blend of knowing desire and innocent sensuality that piqued his interest and stoked his desire. And she called him 'sir'... “Of course!” Nathan answered, hastily and forcefully. “Of course I want that,” he repeated in a lower, husky tone, shifting his hand to envelope hers, strong tan fingers entwining with her slender white ones. Even as relatively inexperienced as she was, Ellie could see the way his eyes widened as she spoke about the two of them, together for hours of pleasure, a secret flame burning in the back of Nathan's stunned, aroused gaze.<br/><br/>“God, yes,” he exhaled after a moment, grinning with a hint of wickedness in his charming smile. “Is there somewhere private we can... talk?” Though the glint in his eye told Ellie that conversation might not be his top priority.