At Her Boss's Bidding

‘I surely did. And I enjoyed every single mouthful. I’m going to enjoy watching you eat yours, too. You need a bit of fattening up, my girl.’

‘Oh? You think I’m too thin?’ she asked, that dodgy body image raising its ugly head again.

‘Not unattractively so, as I’m sure you are aware. But you don’t have anything much in reserve.’

‘But if I put on weight I won’t fit into my lovely new wardrobe. And my boobs will start sprouting. That’s where fat always goes on me first.’

‘Nothing wrong with a bit more weight on a woman’s boobs. Though yours are already a gorgeous handful. Pity any extra weight I gain doesn’t go where it would do me the most good. It usually becomes entrenched around my middle.’

‘How can you say that? You don’t have an extra ounce of fat on you.’

‘You didn’t see me eighteen months ago. I was the original couch potato with a sprouting beer gut.’

‘I don’t believe you. You have the best body I’ve ever seen on a man in the flesh, with a six-pack to envy. And you certainly don’t need any extra inches in that other department. You have more than enough for me.’

His laugh carried a dry amusement. ‘Being with someone like you seems to have made a permanent difference to the size of my equipment.’

‘So I noticed. But you know what they say. Size doesn’t matter. It’s what you can do with it that counts. And I certainly have no complaints over what you do with yours.’

‘So I noticed. You are seriously good for my ego, do you know that?’

As opposed to his ex-wife, Rachel guessed. Justin’s revelation about being a bit overweight and less than fit eighteen months ago gave rise to the speculation that the vain puss he was married to might have criticised him over his physical appearance, as well as his sexual performance. Rachel recalled Justin once implying he thought himself staid, and boring. Had that woman undermined Justin on every level, simply to excuse her own disgusting and disloyal behaviour?

More than likely. Guilt in a human being often searched for any excuse for their own appalling actions.

As much as Rachel understood how such criticisms would have been crushing, Justin must surely now know the woman never really loved him. True love wasn’t based on superficial things like gaining—or losing—a few wretched pounds. Or on knowing every position in the Kama Sutra.

Again, she wanted to ask him what Mandy had actually said when she left him, but once again this wasn’t the right moment. Hopefully, in time, he might confide in her himself. Meanwhile, she had to play a waiting game.

Wrapping the sheet more firmly around her bare breasts, she tucked into the breakfast whilst Justin watched her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

‘You’re really enjoying that, aren’t you?’ he said and she nodded, her mouth full of egg.

‘I’m brewing some very special coffee for afters.’

She swallowed the last mouthful of egg and smacked her lips. ‘If it tastes half as good as it smells, I’ll be in heaven.’

‘That’s what I was thinking about you all yesterday,’ he said drily, and she laughed.

‘I aim to buy a really big bottle of that perfume this very day.’

He groaned. ‘Sadist.’

‘Takes one to know one. Now you know how I’ve been feeling every day in that office, waiting for five to come round. Only a sadist would make a rule like that.’

‘Trust me, it was much harder for me, with the emphasis on “harder”. Hopefully, we might both have a bit more control at work if we spend every night together.’

Rachel blinked her surprise. ‘Every night?’

‘Too much for you?’

She wanted to say no, of course not. But she didn’t want to be that easy. She’d been far too easy with Justin so far. Men never appreciated women who were easy.

‘Yes, I’m afraid so,’ she said. ‘We women do have personal things we have to do sometimes, you know. Also, once Isabel gets back I will want to spend some time with her. She’s my best friend, after all. Actually, I’m having dinner with her and her husband tonight. Her husband, Rafe, has a terraced house in Paddington. He’s a photographer.’

‘I see,’ Justin muttered, his face falling.

Rachel decided that faint heart never won fat turkey. ‘You can come too, if you like,’ she said, and was rewarded with a startled smile.

‘Seriously?’ he asked.

‘Of course. There’s no way I’m going to be able to keep you a secret from Isabel. I wouldn’t even try.’

‘But won’t she mind having someone extra thrust upon her on such short notice?’