— Euh… je sais comment envoyer des emails, comme tout le monde je suppose ?
Ses sourcils se froncent légèrement. Je me concentre droit devant moi tout en réajustant ma cravate, sans chercher à accrocher son regard.
— Parfait. Vous êtes mon assistant personnel pour le reste de la journée.
— Cela vous pose problème ?
— No-non, bafouille-t-il.
J’ai la nette impression qu’il est intimidé et j’aime ça. Cela signifie qu’il va faire tout ce que je vais lui demander.
— Retrouvez-moi dans mon bureau dans vingt minutes.
As Peter must’ve said a thousand times, broken crayons can still colour.
I plan to head home after leaving the hospital, but I’ve not even turned the key in the ignition when my phone vibrates in my pocket, alerting me to a text.
Tess: Any chance u can disappear 4 the night? X
Me: What do you mean?
Tess: Lucy’s here. I was hoping, coz ur the best friend in the whole world, that we could have the place to ourselves xxx
Is she seriously trying to kick me out of my own bloody flat?
We stare at each other and, right now, he’s the only person in the world.
“Well, I don’t know about you two but this third wheel is gonna leave you to it.” Tess’ voice startles me back into reality.
“You don’t have to leave,” I tell her.
“I’m not.” She jumps to her feet. “I’m going to bed. Your bed. At least with your sex ban I don’t have to worry about fuck-grunts and banging furniture keeping me awake.”
I’m too mortified to reply but in my head I’m wondering if you can buy arsenic on the internet.
He watches me scatter some onto his food and then raises an eyebrow when I return the pack to the fridge. “You don’t like cheese?”
“Can’t stand it, unless it’s on pizza. I like pizza.”
“And cheese and onion pie,” Tess cuts in, joining us in the kitchen.
“That’s not proper cheese,” I argue.
“Well it’s not fucking plastic.”
James looks to me for clarification but I ignore him. I’ll tell him later. Maybe. Unless Tess gets there first. Right now, she’s too busy ramming her nose into his neck.
“What are you doing?” James asks. He must regret coming here already. I sure as hell do.
“She’s sniffing you. For a lesbian, she sure has a fascination with how men smell.” My explanation sounds ridiculous, and that’s because it is.
“Whatever. Go brush your teeth. Your breath is knocking me sick.”
Great. Kicked out of my own bed by a woman that doesn’t even live here. “Yes, ma’am.”
He winks and it sends a rush of heat surging through my body. Fuck me, he’s beautiful. He’s still an arse, but a damn gorgeous one.
“Where are you going?”
“Costa. I need caffeine to sustain this level of arrogance. Want one?”
“Do you always stick to one word answers?”
“Not to people I like.”
A wicked grin pulls on one side of my mouth. “Well that was five words. Guess you do like me after all.”
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