There was a moment’s silence.
“He looks pretty mad,” she said.
The laughter was so loud she had to move the phone away from her ear. Once it had quietened down she listened again.
“Put the idiot on the phone,” Andy said, sounding really cheery.
Davina held the phone to Jack’s head while he grunted a couple of times. There was more laughter from his friend Andy. She took the phone back.
“I’ll be there in half an hour,” Andy told her.
She clicked the phone shut.
They stared at each other.
“Isn’t this the part where you apologise?” Jack said as he lay there looking up at her.
“Am I going to get charged with assault?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
“Well in that case you should know that I’m sorry.” She shuffled towards him. “Very, very sorry.”
He looked slightly panicked.
“What are you doing, Davina?” he said evenly. “Davy?” His voice had a hint of panic.
Davina ignored the fact he’d shortened her name. Her mind was elsewhere. Her brain had been stolen by aliens. Horny aliens. She tried to look wide-eyed and innocent, which was a breeze, because she was after all an actress. She ran a hand up the front of his old Smiths T-shirt, bringing it to rest in the centre of his chest.
“I’ve never tied a man up before,” she said.
Don’t do it. You don’t know this man. This is stupid.
She waved a hand in front of herself to clear away the pesky thoughts.
“You said it yourself.” She inched towards him. “I have the power.”
She looked him in the eye.
“That sort of thing can make a girl crazy.”
“So I see,” he said quietly.
“Do you have a wife? A girlfriend?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Do you?”
He sighed heavily.
“No, crazy lady, I don’t.”
She grinned. It was one thing behaving badly, another hurting someone. Davy stood up, straddled Jack and slowly sat back down. Her tight knit skirt bunched up around her thighs as she sat in place. In his lap.
“Davina?” He voice sounded strained and confused. “Davy?”
“We’ve got half an hour before you’re freed. I might never be in this position again. I want to experiment.”