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Authors: Vivie Rock
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hasn’t given you any, uh, inappropriate requests, has he?’ Patrick scowled.
‘He’s given me a load of work to do,’ I replied. (Did Patrick look relieved?) I’m meant to be doing it now, actually. You should see how much I’ve got to learn for my shorthand test in a couple of weeks. It’s like this.’ I pulled my hands apart, showing him how thick the file I’d been given was.
The waiter arrived at our table. Patrick’s beer looked like a regular glass of beer, but my cocktail looked bizarre. It was a lurid orange, served inside half a coconut, with an array of flowers scattered on the saucer it precariously rested upon, a pink cocktail umbrella beside three colored straws, and, perhaps weirdest of all, a small plastic horse straddling a glacé cherry, floating in the drink.
‘Well,’ Patrick said, laughing, and raising his glass to my coconut. ‘Cheers, Rose. Congrats on the new job, and it’s lovely to see you again.’
‘It’s lovely to see you too, Patrick,’ I said. And I meant it.
My fingers brushed against Patrick’s as I pressed the coconut against his glass. I felt the tingle of warmth from his fingertips travel along my arm, up to my chest, and then down into the pit of my stomach. I had the strange feeling that something exciting was going to happen tonight.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
An Unfortunate Encounter
Three Mai Tais later, and I’d collected two plastic horses, a plastic fish, and a bit of a rum-induced slur in my voice. Patrick was on his fourth Red Stripe, and we were feeling rather merry. We’d been laughing pretty much all evening actually, and not even talking about work stuff. We’d just been fooling around, joking like a couple of teenagers. It felt like absolute heaven after working so hard all week, trying to appear like a serious news reporter among all my new colleagues. With Patrick, I could relax. There was no pretence.
The more I drank, the more I was convincing myself that there was definitely a spark between Patrick and I. A romantic spark, I mean. He definitely wasn’t anything like Jacob. I wasn’t going down that road again. But he was a good guy. Nice. Funny. Down to earth. Exactly what I needed.
‘Let’s go somewhere else,’ I said dreamily to Patrick. I’d just got back from the bathroom, and seen that my tongue and lips were tinged with orange coloring from my drink. I was also beginning to feel a bit queasy from the high sugar content of the cocktails here, and fancied a change. Besides, happy hour was over, so it was time to move on.
‘Where shall we go?’ asked Patrick. ‘We’re in your neck of the woods. You choose.’
I hated making decisions like this. Besides, I still didn’t know the area too well. ‘Let’s walk in that direction,’ I said, pointing down a street where I could make out a couple of bars and restaurants. ‘That one looks like the best bet.’
‘Okay,’ said Patrick, getting up from the table and holding out his arm. ‘Would madam like to link arms with sir?’
‘Patrick,’ I giggled, thinking how silly he was, but linking arms with him happily. We left money on the table for our drinks and stepped outside into the still-sunny evening.
‘Y’know, Rose,’ Patrick said, as we walked drunkenly down the sidewalk. ‘I really enjoy spending time with you.’
‘I really enjoy spending time with you too, Patrick,’ I said, elbowing him playfully in the ribs.
‘Oh, you enjoy beating me up, do you?’ he asked, elbowing me back.
‘Patrick!’ I squealed. Pretty soon we were play-fighting on the street, outside a load of serious-looking offices, and right opposite a fancy Japanese restaurant. ‘Stop it, Patrick!’ I screamed, as Patrick tickled me.
A couple of businessmen turned around and watched us disapprovingly for a moment, and I wondered how obvious it was we’d been drinking. My lips were probably fluorescent orange. Maybe my teeth were orange too.
As I bent over, trying to
‘He’s given me a load of work to do,’ I replied. (Did Patrick look relieved?) I’m meant to be doing it now, actually. You should see how much I’ve got to learn for my shorthand test in a couple of weeks. It’s like this.’ I pulled my hands apart, showing him how thick the file I’d been given was.
The waiter arrived at our table. Patrick’s beer looked like a regular glass of beer, but my cocktail looked bizarre. It was a lurid orange, served inside half a coconut, with an array of flowers scattered on the saucer it precariously rested upon, a pink cocktail umbrella beside three colored straws, and, perhaps weirdest of all, a small plastic horse straddling a glacé cherry, floating in the drink.
‘Well,’ Patrick said, laughing, and raising his glass to my coconut. ‘Cheers, Rose. Congrats on the new job, and it’s lovely to see you again.’
‘It’s lovely to see you too, Patrick,’ I said. And I meant it.
My fingers brushed against Patrick’s as I pressed the coconut against his glass. I felt the tingle of warmth from his fingertips travel along my arm, up to my chest, and then down into the pit of my stomach. I had the strange feeling that something exciting was going to happen tonight.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
An Unfortunate Encounter
Three Mai Tais later, and I’d collected two plastic horses, a plastic fish, and a bit of a rum-induced slur in my voice. Patrick was on his fourth Red Stripe, and we were feeling rather merry. We’d been laughing pretty much all evening actually, and not even talking about work stuff. We’d just been fooling around, joking like a couple of teenagers. It felt like absolute heaven after working so hard all week, trying to appear like a serious news reporter among all my new colleagues. With Patrick, I could relax. There was no pretence.
The more I drank, the more I was convincing myself that there was definitely a spark between Patrick and I. A romantic spark, I mean. He definitely wasn’t anything like Jacob. I wasn’t going down that road again. But he was a good guy. Nice. Funny. Down to earth. Exactly what I needed.
‘Let’s go somewhere else,’ I said dreamily to Patrick. I’d just got back from the bathroom, and seen that my tongue and lips were tinged with orange coloring from my drink. I was also beginning to feel a bit queasy from the high sugar content of the cocktails here, and fancied a change. Besides, happy hour was over, so it was time to move on.
‘Where shall we go?’ asked Patrick. ‘We’re in your neck of the woods. You choose.’
I hated making decisions like this. Besides, I still didn’t know the area too well. ‘Let’s walk in that direction,’ I said, pointing down a street where I could make out a couple of bars and restaurants. ‘That one looks like the best bet.’
‘Okay,’ said Patrick, getting up from the table and holding out his arm. ‘Would madam like to link arms with sir?’
‘Patrick,’ I giggled, thinking how silly he was, but linking arms with him happily. We left money on the table for our drinks and stepped outside into the still-sunny evening.
‘Y’know, Rose,’ Patrick said, as we walked drunkenly down the sidewalk. ‘I really enjoy spending time with you.’
‘I really enjoy spending time with you too, Patrick,’ I said, elbowing him playfully in the ribs.
‘Oh, you enjoy beating me up, do you?’ he asked, elbowing me back.
‘Patrick!’ I squealed. Pretty soon we were play-fighting on the street, outside a load of serious-looking offices, and right opposite a fancy Japanese restaurant. ‘Stop it, Patrick!’ I screamed, as Patrick tickled me.
A couple of businessmen turned around and watched us disapprovingly for a moment, and I wondered how obvious it was we’d been drinking. My lips were probably fluorescent orange. Maybe my teeth were orange too.
As I bent over, trying to
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