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then to take more bites from her apple.
She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t hear the door open, and it was only when she turned around and bumped into him that she realised Jack had entered the room.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked taking a step back, frowning at him for invading her space.
“ I’m lost, sorry. I was looking for the bathroom but I must have misheard your father’s directions.” His eyes scanned the room and its contents. He wandered over towards one of the shelves and started reading the framed cards with pictures of each different kind of soap and explaining what its benefits were.
“What exactly did my father say?”
“He said, ‘up the stairs and last door on the far right. You can’t miss it’.”
“Oh I see . This is you being funny again is it?”
“ I don’t know what you mean.”
“This room, as you well know, is on the ground floor and is at the back left of the house.”
“ Ah. My mistake. He obviously meant the other right, ” Jack grinned.
“ Idiot.”
“ Now that’s just not nice. Your father’s right, your manners do leave a lot to be desired.” He turned back to the soaps.
Speechless, Maggie resorted to poking out her tongue and stomping a foot hard on the floor. Unfortunately he turned at just that moment, catching her.
“You know,” he said, “you do like to express yourself in a most interesting way.”
“Shut up.”
“No I’m serious. It’s rather fascinating.”
“Well I find you insanely annoying and I wish you hadn’t come here. In fact why are you here? Wasn’t I clear enough last night?”
“ Oh perfectly clear. I came to return your daughters raincoat, remember?”
“ But why are you still here? I told you, I’m not interested in going out with you. Not to dinner or anywhere else.”
“ I know. And don’t worry, I’m not interested in going out to dinner with you anymore either.”
Maggie narrowed her eyes at him, suspect ing another joke.
“You’re not?”
“Nope.”
“You’re not here to try and get me to agree to go out with you?”
“Nope.”
“But , yesterday, and last night - you were so insistent.”
“That was then. I’ve moved on now.”
She crossed her arms and leant back against the counter. “You’ve moved on.”
“Yep.”
“Fickle aren’t you?”
“Hey , I know when a man’s beat. I’m no sucker for punishment.”
He had picked up one of the cards and was studying it closely.
Maggie couldn’t understand why this change in attitude left her feeling a little deflated. It wasn’t that she liked the man, quite the opposite. She could only guess it was because for the first time in a long time she had felt wanted. She had enjoyed the thrill of being chased, albeit briefly. It was just a shame she hadn’t enjoyed the person doing the chasing.
“Well that’s good,” she said. “I’m glad you finally got it through your thick skull.”
“Ouch, I’m glad too. My ego couldn’t take your compliments.”
She walked over to the door and opened it, standing to one side.
“I have work to do,” she said, in a clear sign of dismissal.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” he walked over and stood a little too close than was polite. His eyes looked into hers like he was trying to read the instructions stamped on her heart, and she could feel his breath, hot on her face. It made all the little hairs on her arms stand up and tingle. She shivered.
He noticed.
“Here,” he said softly, and she felt parts of her body that had been dormant start to awaken. He pressed something into her hands, and the shock of his fingers touching hers caused her to gasp as if she had just submerged herself into a cold creek on a hot day. He smiled and left, and she slammed the door closed behind him and kicked it, despite her earlier promise. It took a minute for her breathing to slow and her heart to beat at its normal rate. She looked down at what he had given her; it was
She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t hear the door open, and it was only when she turned around and bumped into him that she realised Jack had entered the room.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked taking a step back, frowning at him for invading her space.
“ I’m lost, sorry. I was looking for the bathroom but I must have misheard your father’s directions.” His eyes scanned the room and its contents. He wandered over towards one of the shelves and started reading the framed cards with pictures of each different kind of soap and explaining what its benefits were.
“What exactly did my father say?”
“He said, ‘up the stairs and last door on the far right. You can’t miss it’.”
“Oh I see . This is you being funny again is it?”
“ I don’t know what you mean.”
“This room, as you well know, is on the ground floor and is at the back left of the house.”
“ Ah. My mistake. He obviously meant the other right, ” Jack grinned.
“ Idiot.”
“ Now that’s just not nice. Your father’s right, your manners do leave a lot to be desired.” He turned back to the soaps.
Speechless, Maggie resorted to poking out her tongue and stomping a foot hard on the floor. Unfortunately he turned at just that moment, catching her.
“You know,” he said, “you do like to express yourself in a most interesting way.”
“Shut up.”
“No I’m serious. It’s rather fascinating.”
“Well I find you insanely annoying and I wish you hadn’t come here. In fact why are you here? Wasn’t I clear enough last night?”
“ Oh perfectly clear. I came to return your daughters raincoat, remember?”
“ But why are you still here? I told you, I’m not interested in going out with you. Not to dinner or anywhere else.”
“ I know. And don’t worry, I’m not interested in going out to dinner with you anymore either.”
Maggie narrowed her eyes at him, suspect ing another joke.
“You’re not?”
“Nope.”
“You’re not here to try and get me to agree to go out with you?”
“Nope.”
“But , yesterday, and last night - you were so insistent.”
“That was then. I’ve moved on now.”
She crossed her arms and leant back against the counter. “You’ve moved on.”
“Yep.”
“Fickle aren’t you?”
“Hey , I know when a man’s beat. I’m no sucker for punishment.”
He had picked up one of the cards and was studying it closely.
Maggie couldn’t understand why this change in attitude left her feeling a little deflated. It wasn’t that she liked the man, quite the opposite. She could only guess it was because for the first time in a long time she had felt wanted. She had enjoyed the thrill of being chased, albeit briefly. It was just a shame she hadn’t enjoyed the person doing the chasing.
“Well that’s good,” she said. “I’m glad you finally got it through your thick skull.”
“Ouch, I’m glad too. My ego couldn’t take your compliments.”
She walked over to the door and opened it, standing to one side.
“I have work to do,” she said, in a clear sign of dismissal.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” he walked over and stood a little too close than was polite. His eyes looked into hers like he was trying to read the instructions stamped on her heart, and she could feel his breath, hot on her face. It made all the little hairs on her arms stand up and tingle. She shivered.
He noticed.
“Here,” he said softly, and she felt parts of her body that had been dormant start to awaken. He pressed something into her hands, and the shock of his fingers touching hers caused her to gasp as if she had just submerged herself into a cold creek on a hot day. He smiled and left, and she slammed the door closed behind him and kicked it, despite her earlier promise. It took a minute for her breathing to slow and her heart to beat at its normal rate. She looked down at what he had given her; it was
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