breath as I took another
glug of wine. I was not going to like this one bit.
“Tonight
was really classy, a big house in the middle of Kensington, you know the ones.
There were about a hundred or so people and I’d miscalculated and really over
staffed us, so there were lots of opportunities for breaks and stuff. Anyway,
I’m standing on the patio outside, grabbing some air when this really cute guy
comes out and lights a cigar, leaning on the balustrade in front of me and
strikes up a conversation....” I was eyeing her intently.
“When
I say cute, Jess, I mean really hot. I knew just to look at him that he ticked
all my boxes. He was gorgeous, obviously loaded, no ring...”
“Unobtainable,”
I laughed.
“Absolutely
bang on. He asked my name and I was dressed the part, so I wasn’t sure if he
knew I was working or a guest, but anyway I told him my name and he took my
hand and kissed my knuckles like they do in the old films. I couldn’t believe
it. So I smiled at him and asked his name and do you know what the next words
out of his mouth were?”
“No”
I said urgently, shaking my head.
“Charlie
Hunter. I nearly fucking died, Sis,” she said as my face turned white and I was
nearly dying now.
“Oh
no, oh God, Chas, what did you do?”I asked quickly, both desperate and
terrified to hear the rest of this tale.
“I
didn’t know what to do for a second, which is unlike me. I thought I’d play it
cool because he was really handsome. You missed that bit out of your story by the way, Jess,” she said
as I laughed. “I can’t believe I’ve never come across him before, I would
definitely have noticed,” she said as her eyes glazed over and I suspected she
was getting sidetracked.
“Go
on, Chas,” I urged.
“I asked who he was at the party with, which
of course he loved because he thought I was coming onto him. I assure you I
would have been under different circumstances. Anyway, he said ‘my brother’. So
I said ‘who, the dickwad?’”
I couldn’t help the small giggle that burst
forth, urging her with my eyes to go on.
“Then
he said, ‘please don’t tell me you’re one of Tyler’s groupies’ and laughed as I
asked him who Tyler was. He explained that Tyler was his brother who’s in a
band and that when most people refer to his ‘dickwad brother’; they’re usually
talking about Tyler. Apparently he’s a bit of a player. So I said, ‘no I meant
the other one’. He looked really puzzled for a moment and asked if I meant
Roman. I said ‘no’. I’ve never even heard of Roman Hunter and you can imagine
that by this point it was all getting pretty confusing,” she laughed as I
nodded.
“Then
I asked him just how many dickwad brothers he had and teased that Christmas
must be a lot of fun at his place. Eventually, I told him I meant Lucas. He was
really shocked and said, ‘I’ve never heard anyone call Lucas a dickwad before’
and that most people wouldn’t dare; or words to that effect. I told him ‘I’m
not most people and that total shithead might be a more appropriate description’
and that the way he was treating you was an absolute disgrace. He started
laughing and I didn’t know why, until I turned around and saw Lucas standing
behind us. He wasn’t laughing and neither was I,” she said as the colour
drained from my face again.
“What
did you do?” I asked quickly as my heart hammered in sheer panic.
“What
do you think I did? I laid into Lucas Hunter big time. I told him Turnbull gave
you that job because you deserved a break in life, and if he thought you’d shag
your boss to get ahead, he had no idea of the kind of person you are. I said he
should get to know you before casting his ill considered aspersions at you, and
should be thoroughly ashamed of himself for hurting
you so badly that you’d come home sobbing and inconsolable. I made it clear
that you didn’t even know about the contract and had spent all week wondering
why the hell
glug of wine. I was not going to like this one bit.
“Tonight
was really classy, a big house in the middle of Kensington, you know the ones.
There were about a hundred or so people and I’d miscalculated and really over
staffed us, so there were lots of opportunities for breaks and stuff. Anyway,
I’m standing on the patio outside, grabbing some air when this really cute guy
comes out and lights a cigar, leaning on the balustrade in front of me and
strikes up a conversation....” I was eyeing her intently.
“When
I say cute, Jess, I mean really hot. I knew just to look at him that he ticked
all my boxes. He was gorgeous, obviously loaded, no ring...”
“Unobtainable,”
I laughed.
“Absolutely
bang on. He asked my name and I was dressed the part, so I wasn’t sure if he
knew I was working or a guest, but anyway I told him my name and he took my
hand and kissed my knuckles like they do in the old films. I couldn’t believe
it. So I smiled at him and asked his name and do you know what the next words
out of his mouth were?”
“No”
I said urgently, shaking my head.
“Charlie
Hunter. I nearly fucking died, Sis,” she said as my face turned white and I was
nearly dying now.
“Oh
no, oh God, Chas, what did you do?”I asked quickly, both desperate and
terrified to hear the rest of this tale.
“I
didn’t know what to do for a second, which is unlike me. I thought I’d play it
cool because he was really handsome. You missed that bit out of your story by the way, Jess,” she said
as I laughed. “I can’t believe I’ve never come across him before, I would
definitely have noticed,” she said as her eyes glazed over and I suspected she
was getting sidetracked.
“Go
on, Chas,” I urged.
“I asked who he was at the party with, which
of course he loved because he thought I was coming onto him. I assure you I
would have been under different circumstances. Anyway, he said ‘my brother’. So
I said ‘who, the dickwad?’”
I couldn’t help the small giggle that burst
forth, urging her with my eyes to go on.
“Then
he said, ‘please don’t tell me you’re one of Tyler’s groupies’ and laughed as I
asked him who Tyler was. He explained that Tyler was his brother who’s in a
band and that when most people refer to his ‘dickwad brother’; they’re usually
talking about Tyler. Apparently he’s a bit of a player. So I said, ‘no I meant
the other one’. He looked really puzzled for a moment and asked if I meant
Roman. I said ‘no’. I’ve never even heard of Roman Hunter and you can imagine
that by this point it was all getting pretty confusing,” she laughed as I
nodded.
“Then
I asked him just how many dickwad brothers he had and teased that Christmas
must be a lot of fun at his place. Eventually, I told him I meant Lucas. He was
really shocked and said, ‘I’ve never heard anyone call Lucas a dickwad before’
and that most people wouldn’t dare; or words to that effect. I told him ‘I’m
not most people and that total shithead might be a more appropriate description’
and that the way he was treating you was an absolute disgrace. He started
laughing and I didn’t know why, until I turned around and saw Lucas standing
behind us. He wasn’t laughing and neither was I,” she said as the colour
drained from my face again.
“What
did you do?” I asked quickly as my heart hammered in sheer panic.
“What
do you think I did? I laid into Lucas Hunter big time. I told him Turnbull gave
you that job because you deserved a break in life, and if he thought you’d shag
your boss to get ahead, he had no idea of the kind of person you are. I said he
should get to know you before casting his ill considered aspersions at you, and
should be thoroughly ashamed of himself for hurting
you so badly that you’d come home sobbing and inconsolable. I made it clear
that you didn’t even know about the contract and had spent all week wondering
why the hell
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