by Maggie James
He laughed. ‘Yeah, I suppose. Definitely tall and intellectual. As for the dark – mostly, but there's a bit of grey creeping in.’ What the hell was he talking about? Toby had never gone for cougars, preferring to be the predator, not the prey. I looked back at the two older women on the table beside Mum. Both of them had pewter-toned hair, carefully sculpted into regulation middle-aged waves. I didn’t even attempt to picture Toby getting down and dirty with either of them; the idea was absurd.
He saw my puzzled look and laughed again. ‘You haven't a clue what I'm talking about, have you?’
‘No. Enlighten me. You found yourself a sugar mummy? Am I treading on your toes by being here? If so, why ask me along tonight?’
‘Two reasons. Not seen you for ages; I reckoned we should catch up. As well as having someone to talk to, if things get a bit weird here. It’s all been flirting and innuendo so far. Nothing’s happened with -’ He shrugged. ‘Not even got to first base yet.’
‘Not like you to be slow off the mark. Is she married, Toby?’
‘Yep.’
Surprise hit me. Toby had never gone for married women before. Too many complications, he’d always said. As well as all the single females needing his attention.
Messy, I thought.
Toby wasn’t looking at me anymore. His gaze rested over my shoulder. I turned and saw James Matthews making conversation with Chloe. I glanced back at Toby, confused.
Then I twigged.
It seemed Toby's tastes were rather broader than he’d been letting on.
I decided to play it cool. Despite the fact that what I’d discovered bothered me. Badly.
‘Get you, Toby Turner! Never would have pegged you as liking a serving of meat and two veg.’ He laughed.
‘It's an age thing,’ he said. ‘Quite common, apparently, for people to believe they’re straighter than the proverbial arrow, then in their late twenties they start fancying a walk on the wild side. Been walking that way myself for a while now, testing the waters. The odd man here and there. Let's say my arrow isn't as straight as it used to be.’
‘The fact he’s married doesn’t bother you?’
He shrugged.
‘Not just married, Toby. His wife’s a friend of mine.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Charlotte? Yeah. We did art classes together for a couple of years, a while back. Right up until the time when she lost the use of her legs.’
Toby drew in a breath. ‘Shit, Megan. She’s crippled? I didn’t realise.’
‘Been in a wheelchair for the last five years. Car accident.’
Silence from Toby. I decided to steer the conversation away from Charlotte Matthews. ‘How did you meet James, anyway?’
‘Like I've got a cat’s chance in hell of getting away with not telling you the full story. I met him through work; he owns his own financial consultancy - well, you’d know that anyway, what with your mother working for him. My boss, in his wisdom, arranged for James to give us sales guys a presentation on pensions.’
‘Can’t imagine you showing up at something like that. What did your boss have to do? Threaten to tie into a pretzel the testicles of anyone who didn’t show up?’
‘More or less. Anyway, there I was, prepared to be bored witless and then James walked in. He had something about him, Megan.’
‘Yeah, he’s easy on the eye, all right. Not my type, before you go all jealous on me. Never gone for older men. Since when have you targeted mature and sophisticated, though? Whether it’s male or female.’
Toby grinned. ‘Maybe the rules change when you switch teams. The other men have been older too. Yeah, go on. Tell me I’ve got a father fixation.’
‘Armchair psychology’s not my style, Tobes.’ Ironic, considering my earlier musings about Chloe.
He shook his head. ‘Who gives a fuck, anyway? Does anyone know what attracts one person to another? I’m telling you, Megan, he got to me, right from when I first saw him. I've seen him a few times since, always for professional reasons. That is, until now. He invited me, out of the blue, to come along tonight. Some leaving do for one of the secretaries, he said. Probably the one over there in the skirt doubling as a belt.’ He grinned again. ‘I've started flirting with him. Subtly, of course.’
I laughed; subtlety had never figured large in Toby’s game plans for getting laid.
‘Although I’m not sure whether I’m getting anywhere, Megan. He definitely has all the hallmarks of being ramrod straight; wedding ring on the finger, occasional mentions of his wife. Despite all the warning signs, though, I reckon he’s interested. Call it a gut feeling. And then he asked me here tonight.’
‘Doesn’t have to mean he’s set his sights on you. Perhaps he’s being friendly, nothing more.’ I hoped so, for Charlotte’s sake.
Mine, too.
I squashed that particular thought.
‘He’s interested all right. No idea what the set-up is, what with him being married, but it sure as hell isn’t a one-sided thing.’
‘So let’s say you’ve caught his eye. Doesn’t mean he’ll want to take it further.’
Toby shrugged. ‘You might be right. Time will tell. Let’s go join them.’
Shit. That meant risking Chloe’s sour tongue. My mother - well, I’d long ago resigned myself to her lack of interest in me. Acceptance of Chloe and her barbed comments didn’t come so easily.
Her eyes scratched over me as we approached, her hand dropping from James Matthews’s arm. I braced myself. Whatever she said, it wouldn’t be pretty.
My mother spoke first, though. ‘Didn’t expect you to be here tonight, Megan. Oh, I get it, you’re with Toby. Nice to see you again, young man.’
‘You too.’ Toby returned Mum’s smile briefly, but his eyes stayed fixed on James.
Something in the way James Matthews gazed back told me Toby was right in his assessment of the situation between them. What that meant for Charlotte, I had no idea. Nothing she’d ever said had made me consider James as anything other than straight, though. I’d seen her less often recently, the age difference between us coupled with her gradual withdrawal of interest in life creating barriers I didn’t know how to breach.
James smiled briefly at me, but it didn't reach his eyes.
‘It’s good to see you again, Megan.’ His tone was polite, but his eyes seemed wary. My trusty intuition waved a white flag at me; although I wasn't in any sense competition, this man viewed me as such. Definitely not as straight as he made out, then.
‘You are one of Toby’s friends?’
‘We were at school together,’ I said, unsure what else to say. Fortunately, Toby did, obviously keen to dispel any suggestion I might be his girlfriend. I should be so lucky, I thought.
‘Megan and I go way back. She's a good mate.’ The emphasis increased ever so slightly on the word mate. The smile I got from James then seemed more genuine.
‘Thought I’d ask her along as I don’t know anyone else here,’ Toby said. ‘Call her backup. Or my wingman.’
‘Always thought you’d make a good man, Megan.’ Chloe’s voice, laced with equal amounts of cruelty and amusement, gave me warning me what to expect. ‘That flat chest of yours could double up as an ironing board.’
I’d heard that particular jibe from my half-sister so often it barely even registered. Toby laughed; the word traitor danced through my brain, my feelings suddenly wounded by his careless endorsement of her cruelty.
Apparently, I wasn’t worth any more of Chloe’s attention. My sister turned her gaze to James, replacing her hand on his arm, her smile all sweetness and sugar. ‘So James, tell me more about your dog. What did you say his name was - Sienna?’ The smile grew wider, the interest more faked and pronounced. ‘I’ve always adored dogs. Especially German Shepherds.’
Liar, I thought. You wouldn’t know a German Shepherd from a Chihuahua and if you’ve ever mentioned dogs, it’s to comment on how disgusting and smelly they are. Like all animals, you’d usually add, d
isdain distorting your face.
Chloe clearly wanted to impress James Matthews, not that he appeared game for her machinations. Amusement stirred in me. Score a first for him, I thought. A man not falling for Chloe’s flirting. I’d seen openly gay men react when she turned on the charm, all fake sweetness and feigned interest, and I’d come to assume that was simply how it worked.
James Matthews was probably too old to fall for her crap. Turning fifty might well render him immune to a woman half his age coming on to him.
‘Senna, not Sienna. Famous racing driver.’ Irritation laced its way through James’s tone like writing in a stick of rock. His eyes had already slithered away from Chloe back onto Toby. Chloe’s hand fell off his arm as James turned towards him. ‘Glad you made it, Toby. Can I get you a drink?’
‘Pint of Doom Bar’ll do me. I’ll come with you.’ I’d seen the uncomfortable expression on Toby’s face as he exchanged glances with Chloe. How long had it been since she’d dumped him? Since I myself had made the beast with two backs with him? Now he was trying to get laid with my friend’s husband. No wonder he seized his chance to escape. Faced with my mother and half-sister, I almost joined him.
My mother. I followed her gaze as James headed for the bar. She has a thing for him, I thought. Such a clichéd situation, fancying her boss, although she didn’t stand a chance. Too old, too grey in both hair and character, beaten down by years of pills and psychiatric wards. She’d languish well beneath the radar of a man whose arse at the age of fifty still looked good in tight jeans. He was too married, too out of her league, to notice her as anything other than an employee, if he noticed her at all.
Now it seemed he was too bisexual as well, for Christ’s sake.
Shit. What a frigging mess.
And Chloe also wanted to sink her carefully manicured nails into Mum’s boss. Not hard to guess the reason, not with my half-sister. She’d know about his financial consultancy business from my mother, as well as the BMW Z4 he drove, a car over which I’d often drooled.
No doubt she also knew he had a wife who’d never walk again.
Not that Chloe would care about Charlotte Matthews. My half-sister was targeting James Matthews’s money, figuring she’d bat her eyelashes and jiggle her tits into getting her hands on it. His marriage wouldn’t mean anything to her. Neither would our mother’s feelings for him. Odds were Chloe had clocked my mother having a middle-aged crush on her boss and she didn’t give a damn. Knowing my sister, it would make landing James Matthews and his money even sweeter.
The only thing she’d like better, I thought, would be if I fancied him too. Yeah. She’d love it if she could shaft me as well.
Money. Chloe’s driving force. She’d never been worried about working for it either. Why should she, when she lived with our mother, always the willing cash cow?
I shrugged. Toby seemed to stand more chance with James Matthews than Chloe or Mum did.
The rest of the evening passed quickly. Toby, as always, proved good company, and I was curious about this new thing he had about men. I kept tabs on him and James, noticing the way he frequently touched James's arm, making it seem oh so casual. Along with the fact that James didn't pull away.
I wondered how things would pan out. Mum’s boss as hotter than a backyard barbecue, but married. Although with many men having a wife didn’t make much difference. He probably wanted a little casual fun dabbling on the wild side of life, and with Toby's past as a player, I couldn’t see that being too much of a problem. They'd probably have a brief fling and end up going their separate ways. None of my business. Apart from Charlotte getting hurt, but she’d almost certainly never find out anyway.
‘Definitely got the vibe from him tonight.’
Toby’s voice cut across my thoughts towards the end of the evening. James had just left, brushing Chloe aside as she tried to engage him in conversation, my mother’s eyes practically stapled to his back as he moved through the bar. Toby’s voice was too low to reach Chloe. She wouldn’t like her former boyfriend having a thing for James Matthews, although Toby and Chloe hadn’t been together long enough to be considered a couple. A few weeks didn’t constitute a relationship in my view.
‘Just a vibe? Nothing more concrete?’
‘Not sure what his game is, to be honest, Megan. You might be right. Perhaps he doesn’t want to take things any further.’
Chloe’s voice sounded behind me. Obviously, now James had gone, Grapes held nothing of interest for her. ‘Let’s go, for God’s sake, Mum. Isn’t it bad enough you dragged me here in the first place? If you drove like every other normal person does, I wouldn’t need to chauffeur you everywhere.’
About all you do to earn the money she keeps slipping your way, I thought. My sister seemed incapable of holding down a job for more than a couple of months. Either she ended up sacked or else she walked out, claiming she deserved something more suited to her talents. Prostitution came to mind whenever I heard her trot out that line.
I was glad to leave. Much as I’d loved catching up with Toby again, I needed space to sort out my head. The man I’d always had a thing for wanted to get it on with my mother’s boss, who also had my mother and half-sister competing for him.
Nobody, to my knowledge, had ever competed for me.
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