He had a sadness in his eyes that Carrie recognised as regret.

The city was alive, and so was he...

Nothing could replace the feeling of total devotion from another person.

Like most cities, London could be a lonely place...

She had assumed they would see each other every day but she hadn’t really thought about the implications of having an affair with a married man. It wasn’t going to be a normal relationship.

The air between them was electric, the scent of his aftershave was intoxicating and she could feel the testosterone bouncing off him. She could immediately tell he was a powerful man.

You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. “I can’t believe I got to have you.” “You’re the only one who has,” Carrie smiled, “And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I’m a virgin Mr Cohen,” Carrie said, “I’ve never been with a man before.

I’ve wanted you since the moment you first turned up here four months ago,” he whispered, “I have to have you.

She loved the fact he was older than her and more experienced, he had so much to teach her and she couldn’t wait to learn.