gesture.
‘ Corinne … I ’ m sorry, I don ’ t understand, do you mean the previous PA?’ Marisa inquired, baffled by Clara ’ s comment.
Clara cut her off. ‘ Yes, dear. The PA before you, yes, of course. ’
‘ Look is Lord St. John around? I just popped in on the off chance, I need a quick word, in private,’ she added icily.
Marisa cringed. Okay, so clearly this wasn’t to be a pleasant call.
‘ Yes, he ’ s in the estate office. Go right ’round, I ’ m sure he won ’ t mind.’
‘ Mind, of course he won’t mind, ’ Clara replied haughtily.
‘ I…didn’t mean… ’ Marisa began, but Clara dismissed her with a wave of her hand, as though she was swatting an annoying fly away. Marisa ’ s heart sank. What a bitch, she thought. How fucking rude!
Clara gave the children a peck each on their heads and strutted off across the courtyard.
‘ See you later, Mama! ’ they cooed after her. She stuck her slim arm up and waved behind her.
Wow , thought Marisa. What a coldhearted cow ! She took the children ’ s hands, and they all ran back towards the gardens.
‘ Come on, last one to the tree house gets tickle torture! ’ she yelled.
She tackled them both to the grass, tickling them until they were giggling little heaps begging for mercy.
* * * *
Clara knocked on his office door and walked in before James could answer.
He groaned at the sight of his ex-wife. He tolerated her because of the children, but she rarely came to see him. He knew it meant trouble.
‘ Hello, James, darling,’ she drawled seductively. ‘You look great, sexy as ever.’
‘ What brings you here, Clara? ’ he replied, sounding agitated.
‘ Oh, James, don ’ t be a bore. I come in peace,’ she trilled.
I doubt that, he thought. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms defensively, watching her.
Clara perched on the edge of his desk. ‘ Gosh, I remember you fucking me over this very desk after our wedding, do you remember that? ’ she asked suggestively as she trailed a manicured fingertip across the polished wood.
He sucked his breath in. ‘ Clara, please don ’ t come here to play games. I ’ m very busy today. What is it that you want exactly? ’
Rebuffed but undeterred, Clara continued goading him.
‘ You loved it. You said it was the hardest anyone had ever made you come as your cock spat all over my Vera Wang wedding gown. The stains never did come out of the raw silk, you know. ’
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, wishing she would stop it. He felt his blood pressure rising. She actually repulsed him now, but it wouldn ’ t do to tell her that.
‘ Get to the point, Clara, for God ’ s sake! ’ He was losing patience.
‘ Fine, I want to know what ’ s happening with the American. Is it serious? ’
James was stunned. How on earth did she know … ?
‘ I don ’ t know what you ’ re talking about, Clara. You have obviously been misinformed.’
‘ Oh, I don ’ t think I have, James. I have it from a very reliable source.’ Clara eyeballed him defiantly.
‘ Well, I really have no idea what you ’ re talking about. Now if you don ’ t mind, I have work to do.’
Clara got off the desk and flicked her silky mane, admiring herself in the mirror behind his chair.
‘ Very well, James, play it that way, but I ’ m warning you. I will not be amused if I hear talk of anymore weddings...You are behaving like a total fool.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, slamming the door behind her. James grimaced as the door shook on its hinges, the shock reverberating around the room. Bitch , he thought bitterly.
* * * *
‘ How did things go with Clara? ’ Marisa asked softly as she lay in his arms that night after making love.
He replied ‘ Oh, fine, you know, okay. ’ He did not elaborate, making her feel shut out.
‘ Fine … well, what did she want? ’ Marisa pressed further.
‘ Oh, she was just sticking her oar in as usual. There are
‘ Corinne … I ’ m sorry, I don ’ t understand, do you mean the previous PA?’ Marisa inquired, baffled by Clara ’ s comment.
Clara cut her off. ‘ Yes, dear. The PA before you, yes, of course. ’
‘ Look is Lord St. John around? I just popped in on the off chance, I need a quick word, in private,’ she added icily.
Marisa cringed. Okay, so clearly this wasn’t to be a pleasant call.
‘ Yes, he ’ s in the estate office. Go right ’round, I ’ m sure he won ’ t mind.’
‘ Mind, of course he won’t mind, ’ Clara replied haughtily.
‘ I…didn’t mean… ’ Marisa began, but Clara dismissed her with a wave of her hand, as though she was swatting an annoying fly away. Marisa ’ s heart sank. What a bitch, she thought. How fucking rude!
Clara gave the children a peck each on their heads and strutted off across the courtyard.
‘ See you later, Mama! ’ they cooed after her. She stuck her slim arm up and waved behind her.
Wow , thought Marisa. What a coldhearted cow ! She took the children ’ s hands, and they all ran back towards the gardens.
‘ Come on, last one to the tree house gets tickle torture! ’ she yelled.
She tackled them both to the grass, tickling them until they were giggling little heaps begging for mercy.
* * * *
Clara knocked on his office door and walked in before James could answer.
He groaned at the sight of his ex-wife. He tolerated her because of the children, but she rarely came to see him. He knew it meant trouble.
‘ Hello, James, darling,’ she drawled seductively. ‘You look great, sexy as ever.’
‘ What brings you here, Clara? ’ he replied, sounding agitated.
‘ Oh, James, don ’ t be a bore. I come in peace,’ she trilled.
I doubt that, he thought. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms defensively, watching her.
Clara perched on the edge of his desk. ‘ Gosh, I remember you fucking me over this very desk after our wedding, do you remember that? ’ she asked suggestively as she trailed a manicured fingertip across the polished wood.
He sucked his breath in. ‘ Clara, please don ’ t come here to play games. I ’ m very busy today. What is it that you want exactly? ’
Rebuffed but undeterred, Clara continued goading him.
‘ You loved it. You said it was the hardest anyone had ever made you come as your cock spat all over my Vera Wang wedding gown. The stains never did come out of the raw silk, you know. ’
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, wishing she would stop it. He felt his blood pressure rising. She actually repulsed him now, but it wouldn ’ t do to tell her that.
‘ Get to the point, Clara, for God ’ s sake! ’ He was losing patience.
‘ Fine, I want to know what ’ s happening with the American. Is it serious? ’
James was stunned. How on earth did she know … ?
‘ I don ’ t know what you ’ re talking about, Clara. You have obviously been misinformed.’
‘ Oh, I don ’ t think I have, James. I have it from a very reliable source.’ Clara eyeballed him defiantly.
‘ Well, I really have no idea what you ’ re talking about. Now if you don ’ t mind, I have work to do.’
Clara got off the desk and flicked her silky mane, admiring herself in the mirror behind his chair.
‘ Very well, James, play it that way, but I ’ m warning you. I will not be amused if I hear talk of anymore weddings...You are behaving like a total fool.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, slamming the door behind her. James grimaced as the door shook on its hinges, the shock reverberating around the room. Bitch , he thought bitterly.
* * * *
‘ How did things go with Clara? ’ Marisa asked softly as she lay in his arms that night after making love.
He replied ‘ Oh, fine, you know, okay. ’ He did not elaborate, making her feel shut out.
‘ Fine … well, what did she want? ’ Marisa pressed further.
‘ Oh, she was just sticking her oar in as usual. There are
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