Tied up With Love

by Amelia Thorne

  ‘HELP!’ Izzy screamed. ‘SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP!’

  Ethan rolled his eyes and moved into the little kitchen. As Izzy continued to scream, she watched him pour two mugs of tea and put a splash of whisky in one of them, then he came round and sat on the desk in front of her. He waited patiently for her to stop screaming, but if she screamed for long enough someone was bound to come.

  After yelling for help for a good minute or two with no sign of anyone coming to her rescue, Izzy flopped back in the chair, exhausted.

  ‘Finished?’ Ethan said.

  Izzy nodded in defeat. He clearly wasn’t going to hurt her, and with her not being the intended target she might actually get to go home tonight with all her fingers still attached.

  ‘Good. Now you’ll listen to me. We’re a company called “Kidnap My Wife.” We offer a service to couples who want to spice up their sex life by staging a kidnapping. We agree a time and place with the couple for the wife to be waiting at, we turn up in our van, kidnap the wife and take her to our house down the road where the husband is waiting. What happens next is a variation on a theme, the wife can be tied to a bed, or a chair, the husband normally acts out some kind of fantasy for him or her, and they end up having sex. It’s all above board and legal and hugely popular. We’ve been operating for about five years now. With the popularity of Fifty Shades of Grey our list of clients has gone through the roof. It seems all women like to be tied up and threatened. Claire Reynolds was our client today, you look a lot like her I’m afraid and were in the right place at the right time. She must have been running late. You have my complete and utter apologies. I can assure you this type of thing has never happened before.’

  Izzy blinked at him. It all sounded very plausible. She looked around the office for any evidence to this and sure enough she could see several headed sheets of paper with the ‘Kidnap My Wife’ logo on the top.

  ‘Now I’m going to untie you, you’re going to drink this tea and we can talk about some kind of compensation before I take you home.’

  He knelt next to her and untied the rope with skilful fingers. The bruise on his eye looked painful.

  ‘I’m sorry I punched you,’ Izzy said, quietly.

  He didn’t say anything as he shoved the cup of tea into her hand.

  She went to take a sip but the smell of whisky was strong and she pulled a face.

  ‘Drink it.’ Ethan glared at her and she quickly took a big gulp. The whisky burned the back of her throat but at another scowl from Ethan she took another big sip.

  ‘Here.’ He passed her the ice pack. ‘Put this on the back of your hand, it will be sore tomorrow.’

  She obliged and watched him go back round the other side of his desk. He shifted a big pile of papers from there onto the floor and sat down watching her.

  ‘So how much to make you forget about this?’

  Compensation? That hardly seemed fair, yes she had been terrified but it had been a genuine mistake. All three men were going to have bruises to show for their accidental brush with her. Surely that made them even.

  ‘Shall we say two thousand pounds?’

  Izzy choked on her tea and she saw the small smug smile of satisfaction from Ethan, knowing she had been bought.

  Two thousand pounds. Bloody hell. That would give her spending money for her trip to Australia. If she was careful, it would pay for her bills and her food too, for the next five weeks until she left.

  Ethan rifled through the papers on his desk until he found the cheque book. He quickly filled it in and offered it across the table towards her.

  She looked at the three zeros, shining temptingly with their wet ink. Why shouldn’t she take it, she had been traumatised after all. But a small business like this, two thousand pounds could be the make or break of it. What if this money was the difference between paying their bills and putting food on their table? What if giving her money would bankrupt them? She wouldn’t take it.

  The phone rang incessantly between them and suddenly an idea formed in her head. It was mean and underhand but right then she didn’t care.

  ‘I don’t want your money.’

  Ethan looked confused by this.

  ‘I want a job.’

  His eyebrows shot up. ‘Are you kidding?’

  ‘That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.’

  ‘I’m not giving you a job.’

  ‘I’m sure the police would be very interested in my story. Taking you to court and suing you for traumatisation would be long and messy. Poor Gizmo out there could end up behind bars again. The papers get wind of this and it’s all over for your company.’

  His eyes flashed. The cheque was crumpled in his tight fist. He stood up, towering over her. ‘That’s blackmail.’

  She stood up too, though this did nothing to diminish the height difference between them.

  ‘That’s correct, it is. I’m good though. I can type a hundred and twenty words per minute, I did events management as part of my business studies degree, so something like this is perfect for me. I have years of secretarial experience in various different roles. I work hard, I will be here nine to five every day to answer your phone. I’ll clear up all this mess and establish some proper system round here. You’re obviously good at what you do to run this company for five years and still be standing, but I’m guessing you’d be better suited in the field. If I’m here dealing with the paperwork and the phone calls then you can have two teams out doing the kidnapping. You and Baldy in one van and Gizmo and Black Boots in the other. And most importantly I can implement procedures that will assure this kind of thing never happens to anyone else ever again.’

  Izzy could see the vein in his neck pulsing away but he didn’t say anything so she pushed home her trump card.

  ‘I’ll be going to Australia in just over five weeks, so even if you hate me being here, in five weeks I’ll be gone.’

  ‘How long are you gone for?’

  ‘Six weeks initially, maybe longer. I may get a job out there so I’m not sure if or when I’d be coming back. I wouldn’t expect you to hold my job open for me when it could be months before I return.’

  ‘You’ll need good references.’

  Izzy shook her head. ‘No references.’

  He narrowed his eyes.

  ‘You gave Gizmo a job despite his criminal record, you can give me a job on face value too.’

  ‘Gizmo is my brother. I don’t know you.’

  ‘Six weeks.’

  ‘Three. Then if I’m not happy you leave without a word.’

  ‘Fine, but you’ll still pay me for those three weeks. Six hundred pounds a week.’

  ‘Three hundred.’

  ‘Four hundred and fifty or I walk out of here now and go straight to the police.’

  He glared at her, breathing heavily through his nose. ‘I want you here at eight-thirty tomorrow morning.’

  She nodded, barely able to believe her luck.

  ‘And you’ll dress a lot smarter than you’re dressed now.’

  She nodded again.

  ‘Now get out of my sight.’

  She hurried out the door into the warm welcome sunshine and Gizmo straightened from leaning on the van, ready to catch her again if need be.

  ‘Gizmo,’ Ethan called over her shoulder. ‘Take her home.’

  Gizmo opened the van door for her chivalrously and she ran towards it before Ethan could change his mind.

  ‘Wait.’ Ethan appeared in the doorway. ‘What’s your name?’

  ‘Isabelle Franklin.’

  Ethan nodded and walked back inside, slamming the door between them.

  *

  The Frog and Sausage was warm and cosy, with little booths under turret type roofs and winding stairs that led to further seating areas. It was one of Izzy’s favourite places in the world. The food was amazing, the customers friendly and laidback and right now she was sitting next to a roaring fire listening to the rain howling outside.

  It didn’t sit right
with her, blackmailing Ethan into giving her a job. She just wasn’t that sort of person. Being underhand and conniving was not part of her make-up. She would just have to prove to Ethan that she was a hard worker and that he hadn’t made a mistake in hiring her.

  The door slammed open and amongst the leaves and rain that blew in, so did a bedraggled yeti, hair like a bush, struggling with her umbrella. The yeti forced the door closed, dumped the now broken umbrella in a stand near the door and planted a wet kiss on Izzy’s cheek before sitting down at the table and taking a big glug of cider.

  Izzy smiled at her. Bex always made a dramatic entrance. Bex swept the tangle of blonde hair out of her face, ran her fingers through it and seconds later the effortless beauty that Bex so easily pulled off had returned. Izzy always thought that Bex could be a supermodel, being so tall. She had big pouty lips that many women would pay good money to have, flawless skin, big blue eyes and a great pair of breasts. She was stunning. Unfortunately the fashion industry didn’t see beauty in size twenty women, which was their loss, Izzy thought.

  ‘Good day at the office?’

  Bex shrugged. ‘My teeth fell out when I was with a visitor. It was hardly the professional image I was going for.’

  Bex’s job was as far removed from the glamour of the catwalk as it could be. Working for The London Dungeon as one of the historical characters meant she spent most of the day wearing filthy clothes and looking as ugly and hideous as she possibly could be.

  ‘I’m sure teeth falling out works quite well with what you do, adds to the gore.’

  ‘When your fake black teeth fall out leaving behind a perfect set of white gnashers, it kind of lacks the authenticity my job requires. I couldn’t find my teeth this morning so I had to borrow someone else’s and of course they didn’t fit and kept falling out. For the most part I managed to hide it, but during one big speech they fell out, straight onto the floor. The visitors all just burst out laughing, I was gutted. I had to quickly pick them up and put them back in, but they were already covered in ten tons of fur and dirt. It felt like I was chewing on fluff for the rest of the day. But I did scare the crap out of a few grown men and made a few children cry so yes, it was a pretty good day.’

  ‘You’ll miss it when you leave.’

  ‘Yes I will. How was your day?’

  Izzy felt the smile stretch on her face. ‘I’ve got a job.’

  ‘That’s fantastic, well done Iz, doing what?’

  ‘Have you heard of a company called, “Kidnap My Wife?”’

  Bex’s face fell. ‘Isabelle Franklin, what have you got yourself involved in?’

  ‘It’s nothing dodgy. It’s a fantasy role play thing. We kidnap men’s wives and take them to some big house and the husbands tie them up and have sex with them.’

  ‘How is that not dodgy?’

  ‘It’s not, the wives know about it. Think Fifty Shades of Grey on a lesser scale.’

  ‘So people pay to be kidnapped and tied up?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘And what’s your job in all of this sordidness, you better not be the one being tied up.’

  ‘No – office work, answering calls and all that.’

  Bex was clearly still not happy about it. ‘Who do you work for?’

  ‘Ethan Chase.’

  Her eyes widened. ‘Ethan Chase? Oh god honey, you don’t half pick them. Couldn’t you get a nice sensible job in a library or somewhere safe like that, working for some eighty year old man that loves poetry and bird watching?’

  ‘What’s wrong with Ethan?’

  ‘What’s right with him? His family have a terrible reputation, if you’d grown up round here you would have heard of him. He’s a total womaniser too, different woman every week. He lays on all the charm, wines and dines them and they’re putty in his hands. Then he shags them and never speaks to them again.’

  ‘Well that’s ok then, I don’t plan to sleep with him – just work for him.’

  ‘Or under him.’

  ‘Bex…’

  ‘Is he fit?’

  Izzy shrugged. ‘If you like that sort of thing.’

  ‘And what sort of thing is that?’

  ‘Big, muscular, blue eyes that look inside you.’

  ‘So yes then. Just don’t be another notch on his bedpost. My friend’s sister went out with him. He took her to dinner, shagged her and she never heard from him again. She did say he was like a god between the sheets though and if she had the chance to do it all over again she would in a heartbeat.’

  Izzy stared at her glass, not quite sure what to do with this information.

  ‘Good with his tongue too, if you know what I’m saying.’

  ‘I think everyone in this pub knows what you’re saying. He’s my boss. I’m not going to sleep with him. How awkward would that be once it turned sour – which it sounds like it would do. And he would have to be a complete idiot to sleep with one of his employees. Rule number one, don’t mix business with pleasure.’

  ‘So you’re not attracted to him at all?’

  ‘No.’ That was a lie. She knew it and Bex knew it.

  ‘Does he have a nice arse?’

  ‘I hadn’t noticed.’ Though Izzy knew Bex had seen her blush. Thankfully she was momentarily saved by the arrival of a cowboy, wearing jeans over beaten brown boots, a blue shirt rolled at the sleeves and a black Stetson.

  ‘Mmm, now that’s a rump I’d like to get my teeth into,’ Bex said, her eyes suddenly dark with lust.

  She stood up and stalked over to the unknowing cowboy, sank her talons into his behind and nipped at his ear. To his credit, he only jumped a little bit, then he whirled round and gathered her close, kissing her so deeply it was almost pornographic.

  ‘Put her down,’ called Brian the landlord as he plonked a pint down on the bar. ‘You don’t know where she’s been.’

  Bex parted from her conquest and he whispered into her ear. Bex giggled. ‘Give me half hour.’

  He whispered in her ear again and her eyes widened. ‘Ten minutes then.’

  Clearly satisfied with this response, he dipped his hat in Izzy’s direction and walked back out.

  Bex stared after him for a moment, and then finally recovering herself she re-joined Izzy at their table.

  ‘I’m in love with my fiancé, did I ever mention that?’

  ‘Only a few thousand times. You should have asked Gabe to join us for a drink.’

  ‘He’s gone home to sort a few things out.’ Bex ran her tongue across her teeth unconsciously and Izzy tried to block out from her mind what exactly Gabe had gone to sort out.

  Izzy quickly changed the subject. ‘So apart from the womanising are there any other reasons I shouldn’t work for Ethan?’

  ‘Well rumour has it he’s a drug dealer.’

  ‘Come on, I don’t believe that for a second.’

  ‘I’m just saying what I’ve heard. Whenever things get stolen in this area, everyone points to his family. They’ve never had any money or real jobs but they all live in nice houses. He’s got a hell of a temper.’

  Izzy had already borne witness to some of that, she could cope with grumpiness.

  ‘Quite violent, I hear.’ Bex took another big gulp of cider.

  ‘With women?’

  ‘No, I’ve not heard that, but he’s got into quite a few punch ups in his time.’

  ‘Maybe wrong place, wrong time.’

  ‘Wrong man more like. He hit a policeman when he was younger.’

  Although Izzy was not surprised about this, she still felt like she needed to defend him. ‘I prefer to judge people on the type of person they are now, not who they were in the past. We all have a history, ours is hardly squeaky clean.’

  Bex had the good grace to blush, but it was only fleetingly. ‘A leopard never changes its spots.’

  ‘You’re so cynical for someone so young.’

  ‘And you’re so naïve for someone so old.’

  ‘Eight months Rebecca Dale, eight mont
hs older than you does not make me old.’

  ‘Look, your decrepitness aside, the whole Chase family is a bad lot from what I hear, one of them went to prison.’

  ‘Gizmo. Ethan’s brother. He’s been in prison.’

  ‘Sexual assault. I’m sure it was.’

  Izzy felt affronted on Gizmo’s behalf. ‘That definitely wasn’t Gizmo. He’s not the type to do anything like that.’

  ‘So rapists are all a type are they, tall, white, brown hair, evil look in their eyes?’

  ‘No, but Gizmo is … kind of innocent.’

  Izzy had chatted to him when he had driven her home earlier and it had become obvious very quickly that he had a sweet childlike naivety. He loved Ethan with a fierce loyalty that was incredibly endearing. He loved his job, loved the frost on the trees that clung to the bare branches like fur. He loved his dog Sampson so much that there were fifteen photos in Gizmo’s wallet that Izzy had seen. After ten minutes in the van with his exuberant enthusiasm Izzy had fallen a little bit in love with him too. There was no way he could be a rapist.

  ‘Of Mice and Men, that’s all I’m saying,’ Bex said.

  ‘He’s not stupid Bex, nor is he violent.’

  ‘You always like to see the best in people.’

  ‘And you always like to see the worst.’

  ‘I’m a realist.’

  ‘I’m an optimist.’

  Bex smiled. ‘And that’s why I love you. Just be wary of him, both of them, and if they lay one finger on you – you tell me and Gabe, we’ll sort them out.’

  Izzy decided, then and there, that she wouldn’t tell Bex how she had met Ethan and Gizmo in the first place.

  Bex fished around in her bag and pulled out a pot of green cream. She stuck her fingers in and scooped out a dollop which she rubbed into her hands. It stank of a peculiar combination of coriander and green tea. Bex was always carrying these homemade concoctions around with her, but her skin always looked radiant and blemish free so it must have some benefits. Bex had made cures for dry skin, spots, scars, burns and chapped lips to name but a few. Izzy was sure she probably had a truth telling ointment and one for eternal life somewhere up her sleeve. Five hundred years before, Bex would have been burned at the stake.