Beneath This Man - Malpas Jodi Ellen - Страница 49
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‘I don’t think you can, girl.’ he rumbles. What’s he talking about? ‘Your car’s being valeted.’ He shrugs again and slides behind the wheel. I swing around and see an army of men cleaning my car.
Oh, for God’s sake. I drag my keys from my bag and find my car key missing. Later, I will be explaining to Mr Control Freak that snooping through a woman’s handbag – and phone, come to think of it – is bloody rude. Why didn’t he consult me on this? This is bad news. I could ring Kate. She’ll take me. I dial her.
‘Yo!’ She’s chirpy.
‘Hey, can you take me to Matt’s after work to get my stuff?’ I spit my request out as fast as I can.
‘Sure.’
‘Great, see you for lunch. Oh, by the way, Jesse is coming.’ I hang up and jump in next to John. He is wearing his usual ensemble of black suit and black shirt. How many black suits can one man have?
‘Do you think he’s unreasonable and challenging?’ I ask casually, flipping the visor down to put some lip gloss on.
‘Yes, girl,’ he rumbles. ‘But, like I said, only with you.’
I drop my hand into my lap and look over at John, who is tapping the steering wheel as usual. ‘So, he doesn’t behave like a madcap at work then?’
‘Nope.’
I frown. ‘He’s easygoing?’
‘Yep,’
I sigh heavily, just so John knows that I want more than that. ‘Why?’
He looks at me, dazzling me with his white teeth, and I catch a glimpse of the illusive gold one. ‘Girl, don’t be too harsh on the crazy mother fucker. He’s never cared before you.’
I sit back in my seat and listen to John commence humming to match his taps. Jesse can’t have never cared for anything. He’s thirty seven.
‘How old is he?’ I ask on a smile, earning myself another dazzler from John.
‘He’s thirty seven. But you know that now, don’t you, girl?’
Oh no!
I die a thousand deaths on the spot and turn a thousand shades of red. I forgot Jesse had to be rescued. I bet John got a right eyeful. I start laughing to myself when I think of what John must have walked in on – a bedroom, with one naked God handcuffed to the bed, a diamante embellished vibrator, my new black lace underwear sprawled on the floor and the aforementioned naked God making holes in the wall with said vibrator. I bet John thought it was hilarious and Jesse obviously explained how and why he ended up handcuffed to the bed.
I’m beyond embarrassed.
We make the rest of the journey in silence, except for John’s humming. I can’t look at him. He drops me off at Berkeley Square and I run to my office to escape my discomfort, giving him a quick wave over my shoulder. How am I ever going to face him again?
I wander to my desk and see Sally at the filing cabinet. She looks suicidal. The high neck, polyester blouse is back and the fire cracker nail polish has disappeared. It is definitely as I expected. Men are such wankers. I elect not to mention it, she won’t appreciate it.
‘Morning, Sally.’ I try not to sound too upbeat. She lifts a heavy head and offers a small smile before returning to her filing. I feel bad for her. ‘Where is everyone?’ I ask. She shrugs. Oh, this is bad, so I resign myself to shutting up and getting on with things.
My morning is very productive. I finalise a few accounts and update myself on all of my live clients. At twelve forty five, I leave for lunch.
I enter the bar and spot Kate at our usual table. She scowls at me as I approach. ‘Your telephone etiquette needs some work.’ she snipes.
I had been rather abrupt this morning, but I was too busy dealing with my challenging man to worry about telephone manners. ‘I’m sorry.’ I sit down and come face to face with a big glass of wine. ‘Fuck! Kate, get rid of it!’ I shove it to her side of the table.
She gives me daggers. ‘I thought you might need it.’
Yes, I really do, but Jesse will be here soon and what would it look like if I’m sat here slurping wine? That would be cruel and extremely thoughtless. I make a grab for Kate’s glass and she throws herself on it.
‘Kate, he’ll be here soon.’
‘Hey! Put the wine down!’ she demands in a stern voice. ‘He’s not my boyfriend.’
I can’t believe she’s doing this. How inconsiderate of her. She refuses to let go, and I glare at her as I release her glass. She picks it up and takes a long swig while watching me.
‘You cow!’ I toss at her, and she grins around the rim. I grab my wine and down the lot in one foul swoop. Kate bursts into laughter. Oh God, that was good. It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve had a drink which is an all-time record for me. I let out a long, satisfied gasp.
‘You did need it.’ Kate confirms the obvious.
‘Yes. And probably another.’ I sulk. Guilt washes over me at my weakness and I look over my shoulder before running to the bar to deposit my empty. I feel like a delinquent child. ‘Oh, and don’t tell Jesse you love him. It makes his head swell.’ I moan as I sit back down.
She laughs. ‘Shall I pick you up at six from your office?’
Yes, let’s get this conversation out of the way before Jesse gets here. ‘Is that all right?’ I know it will be, but after her reprimand on telephone manners, I feel like I should make the effort.
‘Sure it is. Have you spoken to Matt?’
‘Yeah, he’s expecting me, but Jesse doesn’t know I’m going and it has to stay that way.’ I say warningly. Kate raises her eyebrows but says nothing. ‘He’ll trample.’ I shrug. I think that wine has gone straight to my head. I feel woozy. ‘How’s Sam?’ I ask.
‘He’ll be here soon. I thought, as you had landed Jesse on me this morning, I would see if he wanted to join us too.’ She says it like Jesse joining us is the only reason for her inviting Sam. I know different.
‘Hey, do you know what’s happened with Victoria and Drew?’ I ask eagerly. Kate must know something.
Her eyes widen. ‘Oh, you won’t believe it!’
‘What?’ I sit forward, completely rapt with the obvious sign of dirt to dish.
‘Drew asked her to go to The Manor. Little prissy was not impressed!’ Kate is delighted, but I’m suddenly filled with dread.
If Victoria knows about The Manor, does that mean she knows who owns The Manor? Did Drew tell her everything? Has she done the math? Oh good God, I pray not. She isn’t the most clued up of girls, but if she has worked it out, then there would be no doubt that she has told Tom. This is getting beyond tricky. Tom hasn’t mentioned it, though, and that would be one big, juicy discovery for Tom to get his teeth into. Maybe she is stupid. I hope so because the last thing I need is Tom and Victoria on my case and spouting off around the office.
‘What do you want to eat?’ Kate asks, snapping me from my worrying thoughts.
‘I’ll have a BLT on granary, please.’
‘What about Jesse?’
I frown to myself. I have absolutely no idea. I don’t even know what any of his favourite foods are. ‘Ask if they have peanut butter.’ I shrug.
‘Peanut butter?’ She screws her face up in distaste. I’m with her there. ‘Oh, here he is.’ Kate tips her glass in the direction of the door, and I turn to look. I sigh in appreciation, as does Kate when Sam follows in behind him with Drew. She’s playing her feelings for Sam down, I know she is.
Jesse plants a chaste kiss on my cheek, and then pulls over a chair from another table for himself. He sits down next to me, slightly facing me, resting his hand on my knee. The warmth of his palm spreads up my leg, smacking me straight between the thighs. He does me no favours when he slowly strokes and squeezes, strokes and squeezes.
‘You took my car keys.’ I narrow accusing eyes on him.
‘Everyone okay?’ he asks, ignoring me and starting to circle his thumb on the inside of my thigh. I glance at him, finding he’s smiling, knowing damn well what he’s doing. I try and pull my leg away but he has none of it. He flips me a little scowl and an extra squeeze, his way for saying; whenever and wherever.
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