business!”
“Anyway,” Chloë ignored this, “I arrive at this restaurant—Louisa’s, do you know it?”
“Indeed I do. Great menu and fab décor. Hangout of the discreet media in-crowd. Good choice—his?”
Chloë was proud to be mixing with someone who knew such prestigious venues. “Yes.”
“And what was he wearing?”
“A suit.”
“I want more! Be precise girl.”
“Okay, okay. A navy linen suit—I didn’t see the label, but it looked expensive—only he wasn’t wearing the jacket, he’d taken that off when I arrived—and a white cotton shirt. He had his sleeves rolled up.”
“Could you see his forearms?” gasped Rob.
“They’re to die for.”
“Oh, stop! I’m horny already.”
“So he pulls this bottle of wine from the bucket, dripping—”
“How erotic!”
“—and offers me a glass.”
“Which you guzzle ’cause you’re nervous and you always knock back the first drink rather quickly.”
“Exactly! And then we discuss the magazine.”
“Oh.” Rob looked deflated. “Cut that out. We’ll come back to that. I want the sex, now!”
“Okay.” Having been restraining herself all day, Chloë was glad to cut to the chase. “So then, he starts to look at me strangely, you know, a bit too long, and begins confessing about this ex-girlfriend of his in New York, Beth, her name was, and says how I remind him of her, how I’ve got the same spark, and that he, well she broke his heart, though he left her and … to be honest, Rob, it sounded like he was still in love with her and not really in love with his wife at all!”
“No!”
“Well, that’s what he said … Though I suppose he could have just been saying that.”
“Mm,” Rob mused, a cynical tone creeping into his voice. “It’s amazing what some men come up with to get their end away. But we’ll analyze later. I want gore! So tell me—did he have a big willy?”
“Of course.”
“Thick?”
“Very.” Chloë grinned.
“I am so jealous!”
“Don’t you want to know what he did with it?”
“Oooh, no, all that heterosexual stuff. Makes me feel a bit squeamish. I suppose you could tell me about giving head though. I can cope with that. So, did you?”
“I did.”
“Before, or after, he did it to you?”
“How do you know he did it to me?”
“’Cause you’ll never let a man get away without doing it, you love it so much.”
“True, though I hardly had to ask. Anyway, I like to make sure a man has earned it.”
“How many shags?”
“Two,” said Chloë. “But they lasted for hours. Or, at least, a long time. The first was all, you know, heated, the second more slow and sensual.”
“Did he take you from behind?”
“Rob!”
“Well, did he?”
“Yes, actually, he did—at some point during the first time. But the second time he didn’t—we just, well, looked into each other’s eyes.”
“Boring soppy stuff,” said Rob. “I suppose you came together too!” Chloë’s expression obviously said they had. Rob stopped and looked at her seriously. “Oh dear.”
“What?”
“You’re not hoping this is more than a one-night stand, are you?”
“Of course not!” Chloë lied.
“Good.” Rob slumped, relieved. “Because what with his being married, your publisher, and all, it would be a disaster to take this any further.”
Chloë knew that was true. But when she recalled the sensation of him deep inside her, she couldn’t bear for it never to happen again.
9
“Who did you say was coming tonight?” asked Jamie. He was sorting their silver cutlery, a wedding present from Maggie’s parents, which they used on special occasions.
“I’ve told you.” Maggie was concentrating on the chocolate mousse—it was not a good moment to interrupt a perfectionist.
“Tell me again.”
Why couldn’t he listen the first time? “Jean and Simon, William and Liz, Alex and Georgie.”
“Alex your ex-boyfriend?” asked Jamie. “I thought his wife was called
“Anyway,” Chloë ignored this, “I arrive at this restaurant—Louisa’s, do you know it?”
“Indeed I do. Great menu and fab décor. Hangout of the discreet media in-crowd. Good choice—his?”
Chloë was proud to be mixing with someone who knew such prestigious venues. “Yes.”
“And what was he wearing?”
“A suit.”
“I want more! Be precise girl.”
“Okay, okay. A navy linen suit—I didn’t see the label, but it looked expensive—only he wasn’t wearing the jacket, he’d taken that off when I arrived—and a white cotton shirt. He had his sleeves rolled up.”
“Could you see his forearms?” gasped Rob.
“They’re to die for.”
“Oh, stop! I’m horny already.”
“So he pulls this bottle of wine from the bucket, dripping—”
“How erotic!”
“—and offers me a glass.”
“Which you guzzle ’cause you’re nervous and you always knock back the first drink rather quickly.”
“Exactly! And then we discuss the magazine.”
“Oh.” Rob looked deflated. “Cut that out. We’ll come back to that. I want the sex, now!”
“Okay.” Having been restraining herself all day, Chloë was glad to cut to the chase. “So then, he starts to look at me strangely, you know, a bit too long, and begins confessing about this ex-girlfriend of his in New York, Beth, her name was, and says how I remind him of her, how I’ve got the same spark, and that he, well she broke his heart, though he left her and … to be honest, Rob, it sounded like he was still in love with her and not really in love with his wife at all!”
“No!”
“Well, that’s what he said … Though I suppose he could have just been saying that.”
“Mm,” Rob mused, a cynical tone creeping into his voice. “It’s amazing what some men come up with to get their end away. But we’ll analyze later. I want gore! So tell me—did he have a big willy?”
“Of course.”
“Thick?”
“Very.” Chloë grinned.
“I am so jealous!”
“Don’t you want to know what he did with it?”
“Oooh, no, all that heterosexual stuff. Makes me feel a bit squeamish. I suppose you could tell me about giving head though. I can cope with that. So, did you?”
“I did.”
“Before, or after, he did it to you?”
“How do you know he did it to me?”
“’Cause you’ll never let a man get away without doing it, you love it so much.”
“True, though I hardly had to ask. Anyway, I like to make sure a man has earned it.”
“How many shags?”
“Two,” said Chloë. “But they lasted for hours. Or, at least, a long time. The first was all, you know, heated, the second more slow and sensual.”
“Did he take you from behind?”
“Rob!”
“Well, did he?”
“Yes, actually, he did—at some point during the first time. But the second time he didn’t—we just, well, looked into each other’s eyes.”
“Boring soppy stuff,” said Rob. “I suppose you came together too!” Chloë’s expression obviously said they had. Rob stopped and looked at her seriously. “Oh dear.”
“What?”
“You’re not hoping this is more than a one-night stand, are you?”
“Of course not!” Chloë lied.
“Good.” Rob slumped, relieved. “Because what with his being married, your publisher, and all, it would be a disaster to take this any further.”
Chloë knew that was true. But when she recalled the sensation of him deep inside her, she couldn’t bear for it never to happen again.
9
“Who did you say was coming tonight?” asked Jamie. He was sorting their silver cutlery, a wedding present from Maggie’s parents, which they used on special occasions.
“I’ve told you.” Maggie was concentrating on the chocolate mousse—it was not a good moment to interrupt a perfectionist.
“Tell me again.”
Why couldn’t he listen the first time? “Jean and Simon, William and Liz, Alex and Georgie.”
“Alex your ex-boyfriend?” asked Jamie. “I thought his wife was called
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