The onslaught of light and noises takes bravery as I step out into the world. I yearn to rest after dragging my scattered brain through a gruelling morning routine, but instead I’m met with aggressive horns and a blinding sky. My sunglasses and headphones blunt the edge of the stabbing stimuli on my way to work. I know one thing that will get me through the day; looking forward to tonight's date with my charming new neighbour. At least I think it’s a date, maybe he was just being friendly and has invited the whole road to dinner. He seems like someone who’s comfortable within themselves with a relaxed demeanour, and a soft gaze that puts me at ease. Dark hair, almost golden skin, and glasses. An avid topless gardener with a toned body that exhibits definition every time he penetrates soil with his shovel. My daydream is shattered by a familiar voice.

“You should watch where you’re going,” it’s him.

Oh god, how is he standing so close to me? How long have I been making googly eyes into space? I wanted him to see me in tarted up edible Frankie mode later today, not this just rolled out of bed and pitiful mode. His sudden presence grips all communication from my throat but he doesn't seem to need a response. His dark eyes remain settled on mine curiously, his full lips presenting a pleasantly playful smile. He slowly walks into his driveway without a care in the world, and I know I’m going to have that image on loop in my head for the whole day. No complaints from me.

“See you later, Nathan,’ I breathe out to nothing but the bushes.

On the way home from work, I’m meticulously thinking about what heels go with what dress in my wardrobe. I’ll go for casual sexy, if that’s even possible, I don't want to be overdressed. So maybe just a summer dress that hugs my curves and platform sandals. I begin matching up my jewellery in my mind and decide on which direction I want to braid one or two French plaits. Yellow nail varnish and a perfume with a floral scent. Perfection.

Once home, I rush around. I’m not late, just hopped up on giddiness. The blissful water pressure in the shower sends me into another daydream as I wonder what Nathan might be doing right now during his grooming regime. Is he also in the shower, the water travelling down every contour of his tanned skin and wetting up those cute curls of his? I find my arm pulling the showerhead down across my chest. Down, over my navel. Down to where delightful sensations pulsate the most. No, no, I’ll lose track of time. I let the

That was a preview of Deep Pressure. To read the rest purchase the book.

Add «Deep Pressure» to Cart