Chapter 7
SEVEN
‘Bollocks! Bollocks! Bollocks!’
Scott Princeton realised he’d left his phone at the university and that he hadn’t texted Maya. It was just as well, though, that she couldn’t call him now he was home, especially as it was his wedding anniversary. It was a bonus, too, that he could use the excuse that he couldn’t reach Emma to sort picking her up, since he’d also forgotten all about that.
He’d had twenty quid on a five-to-one winner, so had gone to a bar, had a bottle of white and a burger and was now home awaiting Cynthia’s return from her Ashtanga class. He had managed to find a dozen red roses on a flower stall outside the Tube station. She didn’t usually eat after yoga, so they could sit and share a bottle of Saint-émilion and have a chat.
He was even considering going to Cynthia’s bedroom tonight as he was feeling horny just thinking of Maya tying him up earlier. God, he loved having sex with her. In fact, he quite liked her company, too. She was dismissive of him, unlike the fawning students he was around all day, and it actually turned him on more. She was intelligent and streetwise. Yes, definitely streetwise: something he had never really been. His brain was full of unnecessary facts, and he wished he could be more down to earth like her. He also wished he could switch off his whirring mind sometimes. Tonight had been a rare event. He loved eating alone, watching the world go by. For despite his job involving the study of the human mind, he didn’t actually like people very much.
If he stopped and thought about it, he knew that it was wrong to be having an affair with Maya, especially as she was just four years older than his daughter. But, for the past few years, he had had minimal sex with his wife, so seeking relief elsewhere didn’t amount to unfaithfulness in his mind. Maybe Cynthia wouldn’t have quite the same view in her menopausal state. Or maybe that was all a ruse for her lack of libido, and she was doing exactly the same as him! He batted the thought away, not sure that he would like that scenario.
Their ten-year age gap had never been a problem. Cynthia didn’t look her age. And added to that her position of power, he quite often noticed other men ogling her. She still had a sensual edginess. Like Helena Bonham Carter. In fact, she looked a lot like her.
He often thought that the complexities of men and women should never allow them to live together in perfect harmony as a couple. He also thought it interesting that after having had a thing for older women in his youth, he was now craving the love of someone younger. But it wasn’t love, was it? It was pure non-committed sex.
A harem would be a far better scenario. For Cynthia still stimulated his brain; Maya stimulated both his cock and his mid-life crisis. He had free access to both a barrister and a barista, what more could a man want!
Emma appeared in the doorway of the conservatory. Scott had his head in his iPad, catching up on the day’s news.
‘Hey, Dad.’
‘Emma, darling. Sorry I couldn’t collect you earlier. All OK?’
‘Yes, all good. Mum called a while back. She’s gone out for dinner with Pearl, said she wasn’t wasting her night waiting in for you.’
‘Ah, OK. Totally understandable. Do you want to join me for a glass of wine?’
‘No thanks. Josh is upstairs.’
‘Then why on earth would you?’ He winked as his daughter shook her head and ran off up to her top-floor bedroom.
He looked at his watch. Ten o’clock. Maybe he could go to Maya.
Gracie came into his mind. She had had a good session with him that evening. She had left him with a bounce in her step. He hoped that she was doing exactly as he had suggested and was seducing that man of hers right at this minute. If anyone deserved happiness that poor girl did.