Two

When the door closes behind him my breath comes out in a rush. Holy Moly! That was unbelievable and that was not enough. I am still throbbing with need. What is it about this guy? I simply can’t seem to get enough of him. I go to the fridge and pour myself a shot of vodka. I lift it up to my lips, and put it back on the counter. I don’t want to take the edge off the way I feel right now. I light a cigarette and walk onto the balcony. I blow out a smoke ring and my mobile goes.

I pick it up from the coffee table and it is my best friend, Lana.

‘Hey,’ I say.

‘Guess where I am?’ she squeals.

Well, it’s Sunday. Tomorrow is a working day. Her billionaire banker husband’s yacht is moored in the South of France. So the South of France would be my guess. ‘No idea,’ I tell her.

‘The South of France.’

‘Brilliant.’

‘I tried to call you earlier to see if you wanted to come, but I guess you were asleep.’

‘I was. So what is the little sprog up to?’ I ask referring to my godson.

‘He seems determined to swim across the English Channel.’

‘That’s my boy.’

‘What are you up to?’

I kill my cigarette on the balcony railing. ‘Enjoying a post-coital cigarette.’

‘What?’

‘Jaron came around and we had sex.’

‘Really?’

‘Unless I dreamed it.’

‘Oh my God!’

‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Well, go on then, tell me what happened?’

‘It was hot and dirty, and he wants to come around tomorrow for more, but I’m not sure how I feel about it all.’

‘Why?’

‘I think it’s that crazy-eyed girlfriend of his. Mind you, I don’t feel bad about him cheating on her. I just hate the idea of him inside her.’

‘My, my, I’ve never seen you jealous before.’

‘I’m not jealous.’

‘Could have fooled me.’

‘Well, he’s not available. So that’s the end of that story,’ I say firmly.

‘I don’t know what the story is between them, but I got the impression last night that he doesn’t care about her one bit. There wasn’t enough heat between them to keep an egg warm. It was obvious she wanted to claim him as hers, but he only had eyes for you.’

‘Well…’

The doorbell goes again.

‘Hang on a minute. Someone’s at the door,’ I say, and walk towards it. I look through the spy hole.

‘Talk of the devil,’ I say.

‘What?’

‘Call you back.’

I look again out of the spy hole. The girlfriend is dressed to the nines in a white pantsuit, a long cream coat, sunglasses and a fringe sharp enough to skin a goat. I turn to the mirror and look at myself. My hair is a mess, my nightie is torn in half, and I have that slack, just-fucked look. With a grin I open the door.

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