nd I am not that kind of girl.”
He smiles. “Can’t you be that kind of girl for one night? We would be so good together?”
“Seriously, Jes, go out with someone else. I am not interested in you that way.” With that I break out of his grip and punch him playfully in the stomach. I turn and walk into the hospital and immediately take out my phone. Right, back to more important things. I sit in the foyer as I think what to text back. I narrow my eyes as I look at the ceiling deep in thought. Joshua is telling me that he wants sex only but after the tenderness last night I now know that’s just not true. And the whole wanting me to stay at Mum’s to keep me safe thing is his way of over-the-top caring, so he has blown the not-caring act out the window as well. Do I want to push him for some kind of communication with me about our relationship or should I just play along and not scare him off? I know he cares for me and I don’t feel anything but affection when I am with him. Let’s just see what happens. I smile and text back.
It was you who was hot Mr Stanton.
Is this a disguised booty call?
I bite my lip and wait.
Totally
I smile again and text.
I’m thirty, seventy wanting to see you tonight
What’s your closing argument?
I smile as I wait for a reply.
Meeting just started.
Got to go.
Ring you later.
X
I smile at my phone. He’s ringing me later. This is going very well indeed.
Joshua
It’s 11 pm and I am in Tatiana’s office doing a backup of the hard drives for the company’s computer systems before we close them down. Adrian and Alex are in the office next door and the offices are dead silent and deserted. Why did I agree to do this shit job? The security guards are outside and I have allocated extra staff to watch over Tash at her mother’s house. I haven’t had a minute alone to call her back yet.
Tatiana has been fawning over me all day. Why does she have to be so damn attractive? It’s very … distracting. I narrow my eyes at the screen when I see in my peripheral vision her stretch out next to me. She’s wearing a skin-tight black secretary number that’s low cut with the biggest cleavage I have seen and I know she has a suspender belt on underneath it. Adrian pointed it out earlier when he was making fun of her.
“Would you mind if I stretched out on this desk and had a little nap?” she purrs.
I keep my eyes on the screen. “Not at all.” Void of emotion.
She’s been giving me double-meaning phrases all day. This is sexual innuendo at its best.
“So are you still with your girlfriend?” she asks.
“Wife actually,” I murmur as I keep typing, my eyes not leaving the screen.
“Hmm,” she replies. “You don’t seem like the marrying type.”
I raise my eyebrows, just fuck off and let me finish this job. “Why do you say that?”
She fakes a laugh. “Don’t you remember how you were dancing with me at the wedding? That was no married man dance.”
I roll my eyes. “I was trying to make my wife jealous actually.”
“Hmm. Does she get jealous very often?” she purrs again.
My eyes flick to her and she is practically lying across the desk and she has unbuttoned her two top buttons. Fuck.