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. I say, turning to place myglass on the worktop, spotting Jesse across the room with Sarah as I do.Oh God.He s drilling holes into me, and Sarah s stood right bloody there.I swivel back to face myaudience.The panic must be clear on my burning face. I think so, Mikael agrees. Once I ve discussed a favourable fee with Patrick, He points hischampagne glass at my boss. We can start building a specification, then you can get started on somedesigns. I look forward to it. I shift on the spot.I can still feel Jesse s eyes burning into my back. She won t disappoint you, Mikael. Patrick chirps.He smiles. I know she won t.You re an exceptionally talented young woman, Ava.Your vision isimpeccable.Now, if you ll excuse me, I feel the colour deepening in my face as he shakes Patrick s handand then mine. I will be in touch. he says, holding my hand in his, a little longer than necessary, beforereleasing it, strolling off and greeting an Arab man.I m still tucked tightly under Patrick s arm as Victoria approaches us and leans against the worktop ona huff. My feet are killing me. she exclaims.In unison, Patrick and I look down at her six inch leopard print platforms with blood red piping.They re ridiculous.Patrick looks at me, shaking his head, before releasing his hold and declaring his departure. Irene willbe waiting for me downstairs.I ve got all the photographs, He waves his camera at me. I ll see you onMonday morning. He kisses each of us. You ve both worked hard tonight.Well done. He takes his bigbody out of the kitchen, staggering slightly as he does.Worked hard? I cringe. Oh, I nearly forgot, Victoria drags my eyes away from Patrick s swaying body, back to her. Katesaid she couldn t wait around for you anymore, something about ice cream. She shrugs. She said that shehopes you ve had fun and she ll see you at home.Hopes I ve had fun? Sardonic cow! Thanks, Victoria.Listen, I think we re done here. I pick up one more glass of champagne as thewaiter passes.I can t drive, so I may as well make the most of it.And damn, I need it. I m heading home.Go when you re ready.I ll see you on Monday. I kiss her cheek. I m going to hang around for a bit with Tom.He wants to go to Route Sixty for a dance. She shakesher bum. Be prepared for a late one. I warn.Once Tom s on the dance floor you need a bulldozer to get himoff. No! I told him, I can t stay late.I ve got too much to do tomorrow.And I can hardly walk in thesestupid shoes. Good luck with that.Say bye to Tom for me. I will when I find him. She limps off in her ridiculous heels, leaving me to finish my last glass ofchampagne.I glance around the kitchen, but I don t see Jesse or Sarah.I m relieved.I don t think I could look Sarahin the eye.I need to go and kick my loser arse around the house for being so weak and easy.I reach the penthouse elevator and punch in the code.It ll be changed tomorrow for the new owner.Ihuff a little burst of laughter.Of course, Jesse Ward is the new owner.It s been one hell of a day.Andnow that I m alone, I can feel the foreseeable guilt begin to tumble over me.Oh, what a foolish, desperatewoman I am. Leaving so soon?My shoulders raise and I wince at the cold, unfriendly voice of Sarah.Straightening my expression, Iturn to face her. It s been a long and tiring day. I offer, inwardly cringing at my own double meaningstatement.If only she knew how long and tiring.She sips her champagne while eyeing me suspiciously. You re quite a surprise. she purrs.She seems genuine.Is that a compliment? Oh God, don t be nice to me.I ve just screwed her boyfriendin his new bathroom, and now she s being nice? Or is it her bathroom as well? Oh heck! I want to crawlinside myself and die.I m deplorable.I really don t know what to say. Thank you. I utter, turning back to the elevator when it opens.I needto get out of this place. It wasn t a compliment, she says categorically. I didn t think it was. I retort, without looking at her.Obviously, I was mistaken. You know Jesse owns this place, right?I want to ask her if she ll be living here too, but, of course, I don t. He mentioned it. I say casually,stepping into the lift and punching the code in. It was nice to see you. I smile.I don t know why I saidthat, it wasn t nice at all.I still don t like her, and she s made it perfectly clear how she feels about me.Ican t blame her.The doors close and I fall back against the mirrored wall.Shit! Chapter 10What ever happened to the simple, single life for me? I m such a fuck up.After collecting my things from the changing rooms of the spa, I dump them in my car and wander downto the docks, sitting myself on a bench.The hustle and bustle of the docks is in full swing as people comeand go, all looking happy and content.The flowers are in bloom on the elaborate lampposts, spilling overthe baskets and cascading down the ornate iron, and the lights from the building all flicker and glowacross the docks, dancing off of the rippling waves.I sigh and close my eyes, listening to the sound of the water lightly lapping at the sides of the boats.It srhythmic and relaxing, but I don t think anything will make me feel better at the moment.I get my phoneout of my bag to call Kate.After letting it ring off, I leave a message. Hey, it s me, I know I sound forlorn, but I can t feign chirpiness when I really don t feel it.I groan. Oh, Kate& I ve made a monumental fuck up.I ll be home soon. I drop my hand to the bench and resolveto the fact that I m pretty damn stupid.What was I thinking?My phone jumps to life in my hand, and I connect the call without looking at the display, assuming itwill be Kate. Hey. Where are you? He speaks softly down the phone.I don t know whether my heart sinks because it s not Kate, or just because it is Jesse.I don t knowanything [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. I say, turning to place myglass on the worktop, spotting Jesse across the room with Sarah as I do.Oh God.He s drilling holes into me, and Sarah s stood right bloody there.I swivel back to face myaudience.The panic must be clear on my burning face. I think so, Mikael agrees. Once I ve discussed a favourable fee with Patrick, He points hischampagne glass at my boss. We can start building a specification, then you can get started on somedesigns. I look forward to it. I shift on the spot.I can still feel Jesse s eyes burning into my back. She won t disappoint you, Mikael. Patrick chirps.He smiles. I know she won t.You re an exceptionally talented young woman, Ava.Your vision isimpeccable.Now, if you ll excuse me, I feel the colour deepening in my face as he shakes Patrick s handand then mine. I will be in touch. he says, holding my hand in his, a little longer than necessary, beforereleasing it, strolling off and greeting an Arab man.I m still tucked tightly under Patrick s arm as Victoria approaches us and leans against the worktop ona huff. My feet are killing me. she exclaims.In unison, Patrick and I look down at her six inch leopard print platforms with blood red piping.They re ridiculous.Patrick looks at me, shaking his head, before releasing his hold and declaring his departure. Irene willbe waiting for me downstairs.I ve got all the photographs, He waves his camera at me. I ll see you onMonday morning. He kisses each of us. You ve both worked hard tonight.Well done. He takes his bigbody out of the kitchen, staggering slightly as he does.Worked hard? I cringe. Oh, I nearly forgot, Victoria drags my eyes away from Patrick s swaying body, back to her. Katesaid she couldn t wait around for you anymore, something about ice cream. She shrugs. She said that shehopes you ve had fun and she ll see you at home.Hopes I ve had fun? Sardonic cow! Thanks, Victoria.Listen, I think we re done here. I pick up one more glass of champagne as thewaiter passes.I can t drive, so I may as well make the most of it.And damn, I need it. I m heading home.Go when you re ready.I ll see you on Monday. I kiss her cheek. I m going to hang around for a bit with Tom.He wants to go to Route Sixty for a dance. She shakesher bum. Be prepared for a late one. I warn.Once Tom s on the dance floor you need a bulldozer to get himoff. No! I told him, I can t stay late.I ve got too much to do tomorrow.And I can hardly walk in thesestupid shoes. Good luck with that.Say bye to Tom for me. I will when I find him. She limps off in her ridiculous heels, leaving me to finish my last glass ofchampagne.I glance around the kitchen, but I don t see Jesse or Sarah.I m relieved.I don t think I could look Sarahin the eye.I need to go and kick my loser arse around the house for being so weak and easy.I reach the penthouse elevator and punch in the code.It ll be changed tomorrow for the new owner.Ihuff a little burst of laughter.Of course, Jesse Ward is the new owner.It s been one hell of a day.Andnow that I m alone, I can feel the foreseeable guilt begin to tumble over me.Oh, what a foolish, desperatewoman I am. Leaving so soon?My shoulders raise and I wince at the cold, unfriendly voice of Sarah.Straightening my expression, Iturn to face her. It s been a long and tiring day. I offer, inwardly cringing at my own double meaningstatement.If only she knew how long and tiring.She sips her champagne while eyeing me suspiciously. You re quite a surprise. she purrs.She seems genuine.Is that a compliment? Oh God, don t be nice to me.I ve just screwed her boyfriendin his new bathroom, and now she s being nice? Or is it her bathroom as well? Oh heck! I want to crawlinside myself and die.I m deplorable.I really don t know what to say. Thank you. I utter, turning back to the elevator when it opens.I needto get out of this place. It wasn t a compliment, she says categorically. I didn t think it was. I retort, without looking at her.Obviously, I was mistaken. You know Jesse owns this place, right?I want to ask her if she ll be living here too, but, of course, I don t. He mentioned it. I say casually,stepping into the lift and punching the code in. It was nice to see you. I smile.I don t know why I saidthat, it wasn t nice at all.I still don t like her, and she s made it perfectly clear how she feels about me.Ican t blame her.The doors close and I fall back against the mirrored wall.Shit! Chapter 10What ever happened to the simple, single life for me? I m such a fuck up.After collecting my things from the changing rooms of the spa, I dump them in my car and wander downto the docks, sitting myself on a bench.The hustle and bustle of the docks is in full swing as people comeand go, all looking happy and content.The flowers are in bloom on the elaborate lampposts, spilling overthe baskets and cascading down the ornate iron, and the lights from the building all flicker and glowacross the docks, dancing off of the rippling waves.I sigh and close my eyes, listening to the sound of the water lightly lapping at the sides of the boats.It srhythmic and relaxing, but I don t think anything will make me feel better at the moment.I get my phoneout of my bag to call Kate.After letting it ring off, I leave a message. Hey, it s me, I know I sound forlorn, but I can t feign chirpiness when I really don t feel it.I groan. Oh, Kate& I ve made a monumental fuck up.I ll be home soon. I drop my hand to the bench and resolveto the fact that I m pretty damn stupid.What was I thinking?My phone jumps to life in my hand, and I connect the call without looking at the display, assuming itwill be Kate. Hey. Where are you? He speaks softly down the phone.I don t know whether my heart sinks because it s not Kate, or just because it is Jesse.I don t knowanything [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]