Linking Demon Pt. 07

Setting the last floor-board in place, Liam screwed it down. He preferred using screws to the original nails, as they would not pull back out or cause that squeakiness often associated with lose floor-boards. He had just laid the carpet back in place when his phone 'tinkled', advising him that he had a message. He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw that his mum had messaged. 'Hello. It is 5.30. Am starting to cook dinner. Are you nearly done?' As usually she finished the message with a throbbing heart emoji.

He smiled and sent back. 'Just finished. Will wait for Izzy to get back to make sure she is happy. She should be here any time now as she said she leaves work at 17:00.' He pressed send. And popped his phone back into his pocket. He was about to move the bed back into place when he got another message. He looked at his phone. 'Where's my kiss then?' (Throbbing heart emoji). He had forgotten to put a 'X' at the end of his message to his mum, so sent her 20 of them. Then in a separate message, 'Happy now? Xx.'

He waited for her response. His phone 'tinkled' again. 'That's better. Can't have you forgetting about me, now you have a new girlfriend.' (Smiling, winking and throbbing heart emoji). He sent back in capitals, 'MOTHER!' Purposefully leaving off any kisses and popped the phone back in his pocket. Lifting up the foot of the bed, he set it back to where Izzy had it, then he did the same with the head of the bed, making sure it was straight. He didn't need to vacuum, as he had made very little mess in the end. He was not surprised to see that Izzy had moved her sex toy. She had obviously realised that he had seen it. His phone 'tinkled' and made him smile. He assumed it was his mother again, asking for another 'X' at the end of his message. So, he ignored it for now.

Clearing up all of his tools into his tool-chest. He looked around one last time to make sure he had not left anything, and that all was as he found it. Happy that he had done a good job, he went down the stairs to the utility room to screw the socket face-plates back in place. On the way down, his phone advised him of another couple of messages. He laughed, thinking that he would make his mother wait before responding. As he tightened the final screw, his phone received another few messages. He was about to reach into his pocket when he heard Izzy come in through the front door.

"Hello? You still here Liam?"

"Hello Izzy, in the utility room."

Izzy walked around the corner and looked at Liam. Liam felt that the look was one of expectation, like she was waiting for a reaction or something from him, she looked flushed and excited, eager almost to see him? He wrongly assuming that she wanted to know how he had got on. So, wiping his fingerprints from the white socket he said. "Well, it is all done. I replaced the wire completely. Here look." He rummaged in his tool box and pulled out the cable and moved in close to Izzy to show her. "Look, you can see where the mouse had chewed the outer and inner insulation away, exposing the wire. One bite then touched the two cables together and bang, no lights and no mouse!

Don't worry, I disposed of the body." He winked at her, "That can be our little secret." He smiled, finding that he was pleased to be this close to her. Her perfume smelt expensive; a mix of heady scent and the animal rawness of female pheromones; it had been freshly applied he thought. It was both exciting and intoxicating. He had noted that Izzy had secured the top couple of buttons on her blouse, so that she did not show too much cleavage at work. He turned away from her with difficulty and moved back to drop the wire in his tool box. His body seemed to be resisting the separation from the voluptuous woman. He grabbed the rag he had been using and wiped down his hands.

"As I said, I have filled all the holes that I could find, but those little buggers can pretty much get in anywhere. So, I can't guarantee it won't happen again. For now though, the repair is as good as it would have been when new. I prefer to screw, than nail the boards in place, stops them creaking, so have done than for all those that I removed. If you find you need some more 'screwing done', then call me. Oh and I have left your bedroom as I found it, clean and tidy."

Izzy appeared to him to be a little confused or dumfounded. Her face was quizzical, she showed no real interest in what he was saying about the repair. And didn't even react to his own innuendo about 'screwing'. He suddenly clicked why and his eyes involuntarily went to the drier. 'Oh God,' he thought, 'She has noticed a pair of her knickers are missing. You idiot Liam, you flipping idiot!'

"Sorry Liam." Izzy broke the awkward silence; "I am just a little overwhelmed at how you have come to my rescue and spent a whole day sorting out my problem." She turned and walked back into the kitchen. Coming back almost immediately with an expensive bottle of wine. "I got you this as a thank you. I...I..."

"Now Izzy, I said that I didn't need anything? It was my day off, so I would only have been getting greasy under that old car of mine. This really has been no problem."

"I insist," she said. "You don't know what this has meant to me." She leaned forwards and kissed him on the cheek as shyly as might an eighteen-year-old. She smelled the maleness of him in his sweat and found it to be an aphrodisiac. Her insides began to churn again with need. Having had three orgasms that day already, was obviously not enough, for her body wanted more, she was immediately hot with lust and getting wet, but was already accepting that what she had planned to be the culmination of her plan, had gone awry. Even so, that one peck had her nipples announcing their arrival on the scene and her petals began to bloom for the forth time that day. It would seem that when she was about him, her body controlled her, rather than the other way around.

Liam's phone chimed again. He looked down to where it was in his pocket, grateful that his mum was chasing him. He had an excuse to get out of there before she broached the subject of her missing panties. "Look, I've gotta go..." Liam witnessed the small swellings of Izzy's nipples enlarge before him. The clean lines of Izzy's blouse, suddenly disturbed by the very prominent protrusions as they reached full erection. Her breathing had become a little erratic and she seemed to be flushed about the neck and top of her chest. It was probably the first time that he had witnessed a woman's nipples erecting. He wondered what was turning her on. He struggled to control his voice and his thoughts as he continued his conversation. "That'll be mum, telling me that my dinner is ready. Thank you for the wine. I will not be ungracious and not accept it. But for all future jobs, unless they are really big ones, no payment ok?"

Izzy smiled at him, she was disappointed, and very unhappy that things had not gone to plan. She had obviously read the situation completely wrong. She had thought he was attracted to her, but now was not so sure. Though she did take some small solace in the fact that his eyes were glued to her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard before she even looked down at them. But the comfort she received in his interest, was marred by the fact that he seemed awkward and, in a hurry, to get away. The hurt and disappointment, created a tear, which formed along her bottom eye-lid. "Sure," she said sniffing and quickly wiping her eye. "Liam, you must understand... that what I did..." She sniffed again barely holding back from crying. "That is I thought that you... you would like... Please just disregard...Whatever you think Liam,... Please do one thing for me...don't tell your mother about...about what I did. I... I... don't think she would forgive me and I wouldn't want to lose her friendship."

Liam didn't fully understand what was going on here, but his phone chimed again and he knew that he had to go. "Of course. It is only a small thing though. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. But if you don't want me to tell her then I won't." He picked up his tools and moved to the back door. "Ok, well, if you need me to help again, then shout. Bye Izzy."

"Bye Liam."

Izzy sat in the kitchen, dejected. "He thinks it only a small thing?" She said to the room. Opening a bottle of wine, she decided to drown her sorrows, and could only hope that Liam would keep his word and not mention what she had done, to Charlotte. This was always going to be a possible outcome. She picked up her glass and grabbed the bottle. Heading towards the lounge. Sticking her head into the utility room to turn off the light. Her eyes fell on the drier and she suddenly broke out in a huge smile.

Liam walked back to his house thinking, 'Why would Izzy not want me to mention to mum that she had bought me a thank you gift??' He couldn't make her out.

Slipping his key into the lock, he let himself in. "Good," said his mother as he stuck his head into the kitchen. "I've been chasing... Oh, you are a bit of a mess. Did you want a shower before dinner?"

"Yeah, I know you were chasing me, but just had to run through things with Izzy. And yes, I would prefer a quick shower. Is there time?"

"Of course, darling, I will slow it down. So, you managed to finish the job for Izzy? I bet she was pleased?"

"Not sure on that one..." Liam stood looking at his mother. 'Her and Izzy seemed to have more than age in common?' He thought. His mother's nipples were also plain to see as they shouted at him from beneath the jumper she wore. He guessed that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples were rarely this visible. "Er, is that my jumper?" He suddenly exclaimed?

Charlotte smiled and said, "Of course it is. It is one of your old ones. I just couldn't throw it out, as it is so warm and comfy."

"Yes, I can see that!" Liam laughed. "Still it is nice to know that you are pleased to see me!"

Charlotte looked quizzically at Liam and started to answer, "Well of course I am..." Before suddenly getting his double entendre. She looked down at herself and immediately tutted, turning herself away from Liam.

He carried on, hiding the bottle of wine behind his back, hoping to slip it into the rack when she wasn't looking. "Yeah I thought she was acting a little weird whilst I was telling her what I had had to do?"

"Weird in what way...? Look go and grab a shower, otherwise the food will burn. We'll discuss it as we eat." Charlotte was more worried about her 'display', than she was the food and hoped to nip up stairs to grab a bra.

"Sure thing, mum." Liam pounded up the stairs, turned the shower on and dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor. He quickly washed, then dried himself down, then picked out some fresh clothing. He elected this time to wear some underpants too. Picking out his phone, he could see that he had a number of messages from an unknown number and 4 from his mother. He would look at those later. He collected his dirty clothes and put them in the wash. Then headed back down the stairs.

As Liam showered, Charlotte quickly got a fresh bra from her undies draw. She shrugged out of the warmth of the jumper and in the cooler air, her nipples ached as they sprang to full attention. She was aware that walking about the kitchen cooking had put her in a good mood. But she now realised that this was a net result of her bare nipples rubbing on the jumper, causing arousal, rather than an increase of general wellbeing, which is what she had put it down to. She clipped the bra in place and slipped the jumper back on. As she left her room, she checked her reflection in the mirror, noting with distain, that the bra had not made one bit of difference to the visibility of her nipples.

"Ah, just in time," Charlotte smiled at him, "There you go." She gave him the lion's share of the food. He was after all almost twice her physical size and she knew that muscle required energy, and he had a lot of muscle.

Liam noted that she had elected to have some water with her meal, and thought it would be prudent if he did likewise. He didn't want to be put through the same temptations as last night. He was just not sure he was strong enough to resist. He also noted that his mum was trying, without much success to hide her misbehaving erections.

"So, tell me why you thought Izzy was being weird then?" Charlotte got straight back down to the 'nitty gritty'.

"Oh, I don't know." Liam responded, "It was just that I had done all that work and whilst I was explaining to her, she just seemed to phase out. You know like she wasn't paying attention or wasn't interested. She looked a little sad too, if I'm honest. So, whether something had happened at work in the afternoon? She was fine when we were chatting on her bed in the morning?"

"Wait, you were on her bed, with her, chatting?" Charlotte looked directly at her son. Something began to stir inside her. She was not sure what it was, but there was a tinge of 'the green eyed monster' about it, so she swiftly closed the door upon it.

"No, she was on the bed, I was sitting on the floor amongst the floorboards. Anyway, as I say, she was happy enough then?"

"Maybe you're right, perhaps something had happened at work that upset her. Are you going to the gym tonight?" Charlotte elected to change the subject away from Izzy, and definitely away from what happened the previous night.

"Yep. I'll set off as soon as I have cleared away."

"No, don't worry, I'll do that. You head off now."

"Hey, you trying to get rid of me?" He smiled at her quizzically.

Charlotte looked at him coyly, "Well there is this film that I have been dying to watch. I knew you wouldn't be interested; more of a 'chick flick' really. So, I was going to snuggle up on the sofa."

"Ok, ok, I know when to bow out. I'll grab my training stuff and disappear." He ran back up to his room, chucked some fresh training gear and some towels in his bag and headed back down. His mum was still in the kitchen. "Catch you later then," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "Will be my usual three hours."

"Ok sweetie, you enjoy now." Charlotte watched him leave and returned to clearing away. She was looking forward to an evening of watching the murder/mystery come love story.