Part 19 (1/2)

Kate's jaw drops open. 'Ava, you really are very dim at times. And don't take this personally, but when you were with Matt, you dialed down the fun factor so much, I was considering breaking up with you.'

I recoil at her speech. 'That's a bit harsh, isn't it?'

She laughs. 'The truth hurts, doesn't it?'

'Yes, it does.'

'You've been dragged through the mill good and proper, so I'm willing to let it go.' She leans forward. 'Have some fun. And anyway, I like him.'

Well, she made that pretty obvious, and he is fun. But I know this can only end in tears. A member of staff approaches with a dust pan and brush, and I offer a small apologetic smile, but I'm distracted when my phone starts to shout. I ignore it...again. I need time to think about this. I was so overwhelmed yesterday, I let a firm chest, hypnotising voice and soft lush lips derail my cognitive thinking. Who am I kidding? Every time I'm with this man, I'm derailed and distracted. He overwhelms me with his intensity, knocking all rationality right out of me.

'h.e.l.lo, hotty at three o'clock! Oh, and he's looking. How's my hair? Have I got any icing on my face?' Kate starts frantically brus.h.i.+ng her cheeks with her palms.

I turn to three o'clock and see the guy from the bar at The Manor. Which one was it? Drew? No, Sam. He has a big smile on his cheeky face as he raises his bottle of beer to me. I raise my hand and turn back to Kate.

'You know him?' she asks incredulously.

'Sam, he was at The Manor. He's a friend of Jesse's.'

'f.u.c.king h.e.l.l! Jesse's a member of the hot gang.' She giggles, her eyes widening with excitement. 'Why have I never heard of this place?' she asks. 'I'm coming to your next site visit.' she's says determinedly, and I know she's not joking. 'Hey, he's coming over. Introduce me, please!'

I shake my head at her. It's one more first date for her to get her teeth into. Wait...I suddenly panic. Did he see me with Matt? Hang on...why am I worried about that?

'Hi, Ava, how are you?' Sam reaches the table, still smiling and flas.h.i.+ng that dimple. He really is very cute, with his unkempt hair and twinkling eyes. He's in jeans and a t-s.h.i.+rt again. Casual must be his thing.

'I'm good, Sam, you?' I finish my wine off. I could do with another, but Patrick won't appreciate me returning to the office half p.i.s.sed. 'Been here long?' I ask casually.

'No, just got here. How's Jesse?' he enquires on a grin.

Why would he think I know that? Has Jesse told him? I feel my face blush, even though I've reached the swift conclusion that he's playing with me. He's Jesse's mate, he should know how he is. I shrug, because I really don't know what to say. And, in actual fact, I have no idea how Jesse is because I didn't turn up for our appointment. When I left him yesterday, he was firing on all s.e.xual cylinders, and I was panting like a desperate, wanton loser. Now, I expect, he's slightly irate that I've cancelled our meeting. Ha! What's he going to do? Sack me? He probably should. It will save me all of this brain ache and turmoil. I feel a sharp crack on my s.h.i.+n and look up to see Kate scowling at me.

'Oh, Sam, this is Kate. Kate, meet Sam.' I wave my hand between the two of them, watching as Kate turns all angelic, putting her hand out to Sam, who grins before clasping it.

'Nice to meet you, Kate.' he says smoothly, maintaining his grin and running his free hand through his mousey waves.

'You too.' She arches a brow.

She's a brazen hussy! She's flirting with him. She giggles as Sam compliments her on her wild, red hair, their hands still linked. My phone declares a text. To escape the blatant flirting exchange going on in front of me, I pick it up and open the message with one eye closed.

There better be a GOOD f.u.c.king reason for you standing me up. Someone had better be dying. I'm going out of my f.u.c.king mind, lady. NO KISS Ah, he's worried! My heart does an unexpected skip of approval, but then I snap myself out of my pathetic bubble of contentment, reminding myself that I'm not answerable to him. He certainly likes compliance. Besides, I didn't stand him up; I delayed a business meeting. My poor b.l.o.o.d.y brain feels like it could explode. What's happening to me? I put my phone on the table and look up to see Kate performing the best flirting act I've ever witnessed. She's such a tart, and their hands are still clasped.

She drags her attention away from Sam to look at me. 'Jesse?' she asks unashamedly. I kick her under the table, feeling Sam's eyes on me. I'll kill her.

'Jesse?' Sam asks. 'He just called. He'll be here in a minute.'

What?

Kate starts laughing like a hyena, earning her another boot under the table. Did Sam tell him I was here?

'I'd better be off,' I go to stand. 'Kate,' I smile sweetly as she gets her laughter under control. 'Haven't you got a two thirty appointment?'

'Nope.' She smiles back, trumping my sweetness level. She's a pain in the f.u.c.king a.r.s.e.

I narrow my eyes on her, picking up my bag and phone. 'Well, I'll see you later then. It was nice to see you again, Sam.'

He releases Kate's hand and kisses me on the cheek. 'Yeah, and you, Ava. Keep it real.'

I turn to leave, but swing back around, all straight faced and cool. 'Oh, Kate. Dan's back next week.' I toss it into the air like a grenade and wait for the explosion. It takes just a nanosecond for her jaw to drop, like a huge lump of lead, to the table.

Ha! I fling her a don't-mess-with-me look and turn on my heels with immense satisfaction. My smugness is short lived, though. Jesse is stood behind me, glaring at me like a rabid dog. I shrink on the spot 'Who's dead?' he barks.

He's really mad. 'I was at work.' I defend myself nervously.

He scowls at me, good and proper. 'And that renders you incapable of answering your phone, does it?' His voice is dripping with displeasure.

Oh yes, me not answering his calls might be a contributing factor to his annoyance. I turn and find Kate and Sam silently observing our little altercation. Kate starts looking anywhere and everywhere but our direction, and Sam struggles to regain control of his raised eyebrows, doing a really rubbish job of looking uninterested. I sigh, turning back to Jesse, who still looks like he's about to hit something.

'I have to get back to work.' I say, sidestepping him and leaving the bar. This is beyond an over-reaction and dangerously in the realms of controlling and manipulating. Neither of which I want.

I walk out onto Piccadilly and into the lunchtime crowd. I know he's following me. I can feel his penetrating green eyes stabbing at my back.

As I turn into Berkeley Street, the crowd thins out, and I glance back, finding him stalking behind me, his eyes full of fury. He does look delicious in his charcoal suit and pale blue s.h.i.+rt, though. I huff to myself and increase my pace. If I can make it to my office, I'll be safe from his wrath. There's no way he would cause a scene at my office, would he? He didn't seem to give two hoots about scolding me in front of Kate and Sam. Can I risk it? The man's so volatile. Why is he behaving like this, anyway? I've only had s.e.x with the guy, not married him.

I quicken my pace, making it through the office door, but no sooner have I got to my desk, I'm hauled from my feet on a squeal, and I'm on my way back out.

'What the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l are you doing?' I shout at him, but he ignores me, carrying on with his long, even strides out of my office. I brace my hands at the bottom of his back and look up to see Tom, Victoria and Sally, all gawping at me being manhandled into the street. Oh G.o.d, please let Patrick be out of the office. 'Jesse, f.u.c.king h.e.l.l! Put me down now!'

He lets me slide down his front a purposely slow so I feel every hard muscle of his delicious chest a stopping me before my feet hit the ground. He holds me around my waist so my lips are level with his, his blatant erection rubbing me in just the right spot. He's mad and turned on?

A treacherous moan escapes my lips as he pushes himself against me, breathing his hot, minty breath on my lips. I'm supposed to be b.l.o.o.d.y mad here. Instead, I'm being held against my will a kind of a and wanting to strip my captor in front of all of my colleagues, who are all squashed at the office door, fighting for the best view.

'Mouth. You stood me up.' He presses his lips to mine before he pulls away, his sludgy eyes softening as he looks at me expectantly.

I can hardly tell him why I cancelled now. I imagine he'll go up the wall. 'I'm sorry.' I sigh. Will he accept that? I need to get back into the office and sort my head out. No, I need to go home and sort my head out, preferably with a bottle of wine.

He shakes his head mildly, and then he attacks my mouth purposely, right in the middle of Bruton Street. My fingers thread through his hair as I surrender to his impossibly addictive mouth, without much thought at all. He's unashamed and oblivious to the hustle and bustle of lunch time pedestrians pa.s.sing and, quite probably, staring as he completely consumes me. He swallows me up every time. He thrusts his groin forward aggressively, coaxing a moan to escape my mouth. This is a look-what-you-missed kiss, and I'm beginning to d.a.m.n Matt to h.e.l.l.

'Don't do it again.' he orders, in a tone that dares me to challenge him. He releases me from his grip and my feet hit the ground, the loss of support causing me to stagger forward.

He grabs the top of my arm to steady me, causing a slight stab of pain to radiate through me, snapping me out of my spellbound state on a sharp inhale. He drops my arm and stands back from me, his soft eyes raging and focused on the scatter of bruises at the top of my arm, courtesy of Mr Baldy Jag. His jaw starts ticking, his chest puffing, as he stares at my arm.

All I can think about is how lucky Mr Baldy Jag is that these bruises weren't present yesterday. 'I'm fine,' I cover my arm with my palm in the hope that concealing the offending area might snap him out of his fuming state. He looks positively homicidal. Is he mad because I have a few bruises? 'I need to get back to work.' My voice is small, nervous even.

He drags his stare from my arm, back to my eyes, looking at me like I'm the offending object. A flash of irritation pa.s.ses over his handsome face as he reaches up to rub his temples with his fingertips. It's an obvious sigh of stress.

He eventually shakes his head lightly and stalks off, without another word, leaving me standing on the pavement wondering what in the world just happened. I look down to the ground, my eyes darting about, like I might find the answer written in chalk on the slabs.