by Susan Lewis
“I borrowed your husband for a while,” she said. “I do hope you don’t mind.”
“Not a bit,” said Ellamarie. What else could she say?
Blanche looked at Julian expectantly.
“Blanche,” he said at last, “let me introduce you. This is Ashley, Ellamarie, Jenneen and Kate. Bob and Joel you’ve already met. Ladies, this is Blanche Wetherburn uh, Conrad’s cousin.”
Conrad choked and turned away to hide his smile. Bob too couldn’t resist a grin.
“Hello,” said Blanche. “Now let me see if I can remember your names. Darling, you really are perfectly dreadful at this sort of thing. You,” she said, turning to Kate, “are Kate.” Kate nodded. “And you,” she continued, looking at Jenneen, “are Jenneen.” Jenneen smiled a very insincere smile. “And you,” Blanche went on, “are Ella Mary . . .”
“Ellamarie,” Ellamarie interrupted, smiling sweetly. “Mur, as in murder.” Bob avoided Julian’s eyes.
“Perhaps we should be going back to our own table now,” Julian said.
“And I am Ashley,” said Ashley, standing up and holding out her hand. “It’s so nice to meet you, Blanche. I’ve heard a great deal about you.” Blanche took Ashley’s hand, and looked at her with interest. “I work at Frazier, Nelmes,” Ashley explained.
“Oh, I see,” said Blanche, and she did. “Very nice to meet you. I expect we’ll be seeing a lot more of one another, in the future.”
“Really?” said Ashley. “That will be nice.”
Julian looked decidedly uncomfortable and was longing to tear Blanche away. But Blanche wasn’t finished yet.
“Yes,” she was saying, and she turned to Julian. “I don’t think there’s any harm in telling anyone now, do you darling?” and she reached out for his hand.
Julian closed his eyes.
“You will be the first to know,” Blanche went on, turning back to the table. “Julian and I have set the date. We are going to be married at Easter.”
NINE
Jenneen dropped Ashley at her flat. She offered to go in with her, but Ashley had insisted that she wanted to be alone. She had a lot to do before she went home tomorrow, she told Jenneen, and there were more reports to be got together so she’d have to go into the office in the morning. And she hadn’t wrapped all of Alex’s presents yet. If she didn’t get a move on she’d never get any sleep tonight.
Jenneen’s heart went out to her. Fate had a cruel way sometimes of adding to the agony one already suffered. If only Julian and Blanche hadn’t decided on Easter.
She waited for Ashley to go inside, then drove off.
Her heart sank as she pulled up outside her own flat in Argyll Road. Sitting on the steps, his long grey raincoat falling over his knees, head resting in his hands, was Matthew.
“Dear God.” she muttered, “they’re all crawling out of the bloody woodwork tonight.” She was tempted to drive on, but he had seen her, and she knew that he would only wait till she returned.
She opened the car door and got out. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.
He looked up, but made no move to get to his feet. “I wanted to see you, Jenn.”
She slammed the door and locked it.
“I think we should talk.”
“I don’t think we have anything to say to one another, Matthew.”
“I do,” he answered.
“You want something, don’t you? You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”
He grinned. “You’ve got a very suspicious nature, Jenneen Green, uh Grey.”
Jenneen froze. Was it a deliberate slip of the tongue?
“Something the matter?” Matthew asked, pulling himself to his feet.
“Yes, you!”
“Don’t be like that, Jenn. Look, I promise, I haven’t come here tonight for any other reason than to see you. I don’t want any money, no favours. I just want to talk.”
“Pull the other one, Matthew.”
He shrugged. “OK, don’t believe me. But you’ll see.”
Jenneen looked at him suspiciously. It wasn’t like him not to be drunk when he came to see her, and she could tell just by looking at him that he wasn’t. He smiled and she looked away.
“You’re shivering,” he said. “Why don’t we go inside? I think you’ll want to hear what I’ve got to say.” To her surprise she saw that he looked doubtful and unsure of himself. “At least, I hope you will,” he added.
Had something happened that she didn’t know about? Had he decided that his revenge had gone on long enough? Oh please God, if only that were true.
“Let’s go in and have a drink.”
“No thanks,” she said wearily, “I’ve had plenty already.”
“Then keep me company,” he said.
“You mean sit and watch you while you do an impression of a sponge,” she replied, nastily. “No thanks.”
“I’m on the wagon,” he said.
“Oh? I wonder how long you’ll be able to keep that up.”
“Please, Jenn, I’d like to talk to you.”
“Matthew, I’ve already told you, we have nothing to say to one another.”
He thrust his hands in his pockets and turned away. For a moment she thought he was going to leave, but then he turned back. “Look, it’s just that I want to tell you how sorry I am, and I can hardly do it here, in the middle of the street, now can I?”
“Matthew, I’m not interested in your apologies. The only thing I am interested in is seeing you disappear from my life, for good!”
“Jenneen, please,” he said. “I’ve got to talk to you. Please! Let me come inside.”
A sudden gust of wind made her pull her coat tighter round her, and she wiped the drizzle from her face. She knew she had no choice but to take him in. If she didn’t, he’d probably only force his way in.
She led the way up the stairs to her flat. Once inside she took off her coat and followed him into the lounge. He was at her small bar, pouring two drinks. She was surprised to see him with an orange juice. Perhaps he really did intend to become a reformed character.
“So,” she said, leaning against the wall. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Us.”
“What do you mean ‘us’? There isn’t any us.”
“No,” he admitted. “But there used to be.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“I know, but I haven’t forgotten.”
Her eyes sparkled with anger. “Forgotten what? The way you beat me up? The orgy of benders you were committed to, and tried to drag me into? Your vile accusations? Is that what you remember, Matthew? Because it’s what I remember.”
“I suppose it is,” he sighed. “And I can’t say I blame you. There’s no excuse for the way I behaved towards you, except maybe I just couldn’t see sense for a while. I ruined my own life, and I tried to hang the blame on you. I’ve tried to punish you ever since, and now I’m ashamed, Jenn. Truly ashamed. And I want you to know that I don’t blame you. I never did, really, but as I said, I suppose it was just that I couldn’t make any sense of anything at the time. But I’ve decided to try and make a go of it again, and I wanted you to be the first to know.”
She regarded him closely, suspicion still in her eyes. “You’re not seriously expecting me to congratulate you, are you?”
“No. No, that would be too much to expect.”
“You’re damn right it would.”
“Jenn, please. Don’t be angry with me. I’ll repay the money I took from you, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
“It’s too late, Matthew, you’ll never be able to do that.”
“At least let me try.”
She looked at him, his eyes were sad, and she wondered if he really meant it. He was looking better. He had lost some weight, and his pallor was healthier than the last time she had seen him. He was looking into his glass, and she was reminded of a little boy whose mother had walked out and left him. She couldn’t help it, but she found herself
feeling sorry for him.
“Matthew,” she said, her voice much softer now.
He looked up.
“Do you really mean it? Do you really want to make it up to me?”
He nodded. “Yes, Jenn. I do.”
“Then leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone.”
He sighed. “I want to. Believe me, I want to. But I can’t. I know it’s going to sound absurd after everything I’ve done, but I think I’m in love with you.”
She stared at him. Had he gone completely mad? “You do remember that it was you who finished it between us?”
“Yes,” he said. “I remember.”
“Then why?”
“I don’t know. I don’t understand it myself.” He sounded weary and defeated. His shoulders began to shake, and she realized that he was crying.
“Oh my God,” she said under her breath. “Matthew, please, pull yourself together.”
He looked into her eyes, and for the first time in over a year she was reminded of how handsome he was. She wiped the tears from his cheeks with her fingers, and allowed him to take the glass from her. Then, taking her in his arms, he kissed her. Tenderly, with no building passion, just tenderness and love.
She pushed him away. “Matthew, stop! Please stop! I can’t! Not after everything . . . No, stop!” she cried, as he took her in his arms again. This time he pressed himself against her, and buried his tongue in her mouth. “I can’t stop, Jenneen,” he growled. “I love you, don’t you understand?” She felt herself beginning to weaken. Oh God, what was happening to her? Did she have no control over her sexual appetite? This was madness. After all he had put her through, the humiliation, the degradation, still she responded to him.
Kate was lying in bed, her head propped up on one arm, gazing down at Joel, who was still sleeping. After a minute or two she touched the dark hair that was stuck to the side of his face, and ran her thumb across his early-morning beard. His eyelids were so dark they looked shadowed. She leaned over and dropped a kiss onto them.
His long lashes fluttered, and slowly his eyes began to open. Immediately a pain shot through his head. His hangover was worse than he had thought it was going to be, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Qudkly he closed his eyes again, and turned over. Kate snuggled in behind him, moulding herself to his body. She was running her fingers across his belly, sending his muscles into spasm. He caught her hand, and pulled it up to his chest. Jesus, there was nothing worse than waking up in someone else’s bed when you had a hangover. Especially when that someone was a woman desirous of attention. He turned onto his front, leaving her hand trailing across his back. If she wanted to tickle him somewhere, then let it be there. He liked that, and it would send him off to sleep again.
But Kate had other ideas, and finally Joel had to give in and accept that there was to be no more sleep for him. Not yet anyway. It would be easier if he were like other men, those who awoke with an erection. But he had never been good first thing in the morning.
He sighed, and turned to face her. The look in her eyes confirmed all he had suspected. Some women were never satisfied. But he had to admit that the idea was beginning to grow on him, so to speak.
“Something you want?” he whispered.
She nodded.
“I thought so.” Holy shit, the way she was looking at him he could do anything with her. His mouth twisted into a smile. “Just what exactly did you have in mind?”
“This,” she said, taking him in her hand, and feeling him begin to grow.
“Oh,” he said, looking into her eyes.
She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, but his arms remained folded across his chest.
“Is there something in particular that you would like to do with it?” he asked.
“Whatever you would like me to do with it.”
He really was beginning to wake up now. He didn’t know her well enough yet, but she would soon catch on to what he wanted.
“What about here?” he said, pushing his fingers between her legs.
She gasped, and nodded.
“Then ask me.”
She looked confused.
“Ask me to put it there,” he said.
“Please will you put it there,” she said softly.
“Beg me!” he murmured, closing his eyes.
She couldn’t do as he said.
“Beg me!” he said again.
She swallowed, and opened her mouth to speak.
His eyes were gleaming as he looked at her. “You want it, you beg for it.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
He pushed his fingers into her. “Come on,” he said. “Tell me just how much you want it. Let me hear you beg.”
He was becoming harder and harder now. This kind of talk, or was it power over women, never failed to turn him on. Especially with a woman like Kate Calloway. So refined and proper.
“Please!” she said.
“Please what?”
“Please will you make love to me?”
“You mean, will I fuck you?”
She nodded, her cheeks were crimson.
“Then say it?”
He heard her swallow.
“Go on,” he said, his eyes burning. “Ask me to fuck you.”
“Will you fuck me?”
He rolled over on top of her, and pushed into her. “Ask me again!” he cried. “Go on, beg me, beg me to fuck you, hard!”
She said nothing, but clung to him, as he thrust himself against her.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said, his voice unsteady.
“It feels good,” she sobbed, and began to move with him.
His love-making was fierce, and he rolled her over and over, pushing her and pulling her, squeezing her breasts, bruising her mouth with his kisses. He rolled onto his back and pulled her onto him again.
“Ride me!” he growled.
By now Kate could feel her inhibitions fleeing. His mouth was a thin line of aggression, his eyes blazed with lust. She leaned forward and placing a hand either side of him she rode him with all her might.
“Speak!” he yelled. “Say something to me.”
She chose the richest vocabulary she knew, and screamed it into his face. He caught her by the hair, and threw her onto her back. His mouth was almost cruel as he pressed it to hers. She arched her back, and clawed her nails across his buttocks. His fingers dug cruelly into her shoulders and he cried out to God as finally he was spent.
Soaked in his own perspiration, he rolled over onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm, and breathing heavily. She put her arms round him, and looked into his face, but he didn’t move.
The spasms inside her body were beginning to ease, and she waited for him to regain his breath before he spoke. “You know,” she whispered, “last night. Last night was the first time for me in over a year.”
He didn’t hide his surprise. “A year?” he said, but he didn’t lift his arm from his eyes. “That’s a long time for anyone, especially a woman who fucks like you.”
She wished he would lift his arm. “I suppose you could say I was saving myself,” she said.
This time he raised his arm and looked up into her face. He wasn’t smiling; on the contrary, he looked almost angry. “Then all I can say is I hope it was worth waiting for.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, it was.”
He looked at his watch. Alarm bells were starting in his head, and he knew he would do well to get out of here fast. She was serious, she really had been saving herself. Holy shit! Why him?
“Would you like some breakfast?” she said quickly.
“I think it’s time I was going.”
“So soon?” she said. “After all, it is Christmas Eve.”
“What difference does that make?”
“None, I suppose. But do you have to rush off?”
“I’ve got a lot to do today. Still got presents to buy.” He pulled himself up from the bed.
“What about some coff
ee then?”
“No thanks, haven’t got time. Where are my clothes?”
“Where you left them.”
He scratched his head.
“In the drawing room.”
“Oh yes,” and he left the room.
Kate stayed beside the bed and watched him go, furious and humiliated. A few minutes later she heard him whistling in the lounge as he pulled on his clothes. She slipped on her robe and went to stand in the doorway.
“What are you doing for Christmas?” he said, when he saw her watching him.
“I’m going down to my parents, this afternoon.”
“Oh.” He sat down on the settee to pull on his socks.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Going to my brother’s in Hampstead.”
“How super.”
He didn’t know if she was being sarcastic or not. People like her often used the strangest and most unsuitable vocabulary. “Where’s the nearest Underground?”
“South Kensington. Go to the end of the street into Fulham Road and turn right,” she said, deliberately directing him in the opposite direction to the Tube, and she flounced back into the bedroom. Of all the rotten bastards! She had never felt quite so used in her life. How dare he just come here, fuck her and leave? Treat her as though she was some common pick-up. Men! She hated them!
“Let yourself out,” she called. “I’m going to have a bath.” She slammed the bathroom door, and locked it. Two could play at this game.
She turned on the taps, and sat on the edge of the bath, feeling utterly miserable. She had really liked him. OK, he was a bastard, but that made him more of a challenge. Besides, she had wanted to talk to him about her novel. They could have more in common than sex, if only he would give it a chance. And now she would probably never hear from him again. She felt cheap. Men could put it wherever they pleased, then just pass on to the next one. Didn’t they realize that for women it was different?
She heard a tap on the door, and looked up.
“Kate!”
Be thankful for small mercies, she thought, at least he remembers my name. “Yah,” she answered, and began to hum.
Can I come in?”
“What do you want?”
“To say goodbye.”