that out loud but she still held his gaze.
He laughed and gestured with his head so to join her in the empty space right beside her, “Actually I’m just off,” she said and walked off putting her glass on a table.
Chris’s eyes followed memorized till she had walked out the door.
He stood momentarily dazed by what had just happened. She just knocked him back without a second thought the ‘MINX’, he thought before setting the two glasses on the same table she had.
He quickly followed her out. As he hurried out of the exit, he caught sight of her black taxi cab driving away; he was too late... he had missed her.
She was sitting smiling to herself about the great night she had, when the taxi pulled up outside her building. It was only when she had got out of the cab when she spotted George; he had been waiting still since she had left earlier. What a bunny boiling prick .
“FUCK OFF GEORGE,” she stated as she passed him again.
Same on Sunday, Monday, in fact on Monday he had stepped up his game. He must have had shares in a flower shop. Flowers, calls, her P.A. took messages. He couldn’t get through on her mobile she had blocked him.
Her poor P.A. was a lovely polite girl, who was finding it very hard to just take his endless messages. Rebecca had told her to tell him to stop harassing her but she couldn’t do it. Poor thing by the end of the week her bin was full of the unwanted messages but she got harder as the weeks went on and had stopped writing them by the second.
She worked through the days, her P.A grabbed her lunches, she worked late all month to make up for the ‘leaving on time’ she had done in the last few months since Monaco. Her time had been filled with a George fest.
She was still thinking of the wasted seven months she spent with George. She was angry and hurt; she had really liked him. Why didn’t he tell her?
When she was leaving there ‘George’ was there AGAIN waiting. He did all month come rain or shine,
Every time she pasted him heading for the station she would only say;
“FUCK OFF GEORGE” never giving him a chance to speak never wavering.
It was like that all month for George, but he was there every day or night without fail. He just wanted the chance to explain.
*
Two weeks after first meeting Chris Harper, she was there again at the same venue with Deb’s and Sarah and a few other comrades. Chris had made sure he was there in the off chance she might be there.
He looked for her all night at the busy venue. Then he saw her, she was looking just as gorgeous; if not more. She was being chatted up yet again, looking rather bored mouthing silently ‘Help me’ to one of her friends who was at the other end of the table.
He watched finding it funny until he saw the guy getting a bit touchy feely. He saw she was looking slightly uncomfortable.
Seizing an opportunity, he walked up to Lucy, spinning her round into his strong arms.
“There you are darling,” he said kissing her tenderly on the lips much to her surprise.
Totally ignoring the flabbergasted Mr. Wandering Hands, who just stood there with his jaw hanging as Christopher’s firmly kissed Lucy.
“Oh do excuse me Christopher Harper how rude of me” he said turning to him.
He extended his hand out to the bewildered chap, who eventually shook his hand and apologized for hitting on his girl before walking off into the crowd.
*
“Thought I’d try a different approach this time,” he said flashing his smile at her giving her a cheeky wink. Lucy laughed.
“Much better this time” Lucy went to walk off.
“Surely not again.” He said gently catching her wrist,
”Have a glass of champagne with me at least. Just think of it as your good deed of the day,” he said joking beckoning her to him with his hand.
“It’s a free bar.” Lucy laughed and walked to the bar with him.
“Let me guess,” he said. “You’re more of a spirit girl. Jack Daniel’s, I reckon’ and called for the bar tender who promptly arrived ready to
He laughed and gestured with his head so to join her in the empty space right beside her, “Actually I’m just off,” she said and walked off putting her glass on a table.
Chris’s eyes followed memorized till she had walked out the door.
He stood momentarily dazed by what had just happened. She just knocked him back without a second thought the ‘MINX’, he thought before setting the two glasses on the same table she had.
He quickly followed her out. As he hurried out of the exit, he caught sight of her black taxi cab driving away; he was too late... he had missed her.
She was sitting smiling to herself about the great night she had, when the taxi pulled up outside her building. It was only when she had got out of the cab when she spotted George; he had been waiting still since she had left earlier. What a bunny boiling prick .
“FUCK OFF GEORGE,” she stated as she passed him again.
Same on Sunday, Monday, in fact on Monday he had stepped up his game. He must have had shares in a flower shop. Flowers, calls, her P.A. took messages. He couldn’t get through on her mobile she had blocked him.
Her poor P.A. was a lovely polite girl, who was finding it very hard to just take his endless messages. Rebecca had told her to tell him to stop harassing her but she couldn’t do it. Poor thing by the end of the week her bin was full of the unwanted messages but she got harder as the weeks went on and had stopped writing them by the second.
She worked through the days, her P.A grabbed her lunches, she worked late all month to make up for the ‘leaving on time’ she had done in the last few months since Monaco. Her time had been filled with a George fest.
She was still thinking of the wasted seven months she spent with George. She was angry and hurt; she had really liked him. Why didn’t he tell her?
When she was leaving there ‘George’ was there AGAIN waiting. He did all month come rain or shine,
Every time she pasted him heading for the station she would only say;
“FUCK OFF GEORGE” never giving him a chance to speak never wavering.
It was like that all month for George, but he was there every day or night without fail. He just wanted the chance to explain.
*
Two weeks after first meeting Chris Harper, she was there again at the same venue with Deb’s and Sarah and a few other comrades. Chris had made sure he was there in the off chance she might be there.
He looked for her all night at the busy venue. Then he saw her, she was looking just as gorgeous; if not more. She was being chatted up yet again, looking rather bored mouthing silently ‘Help me’ to one of her friends who was at the other end of the table.
He watched finding it funny until he saw the guy getting a bit touchy feely. He saw she was looking slightly uncomfortable.
Seizing an opportunity, he walked up to Lucy, spinning her round into his strong arms.
“There you are darling,” he said kissing her tenderly on the lips much to her surprise.
Totally ignoring the flabbergasted Mr. Wandering Hands, who just stood there with his jaw hanging as Christopher’s firmly kissed Lucy.
“Oh do excuse me Christopher Harper how rude of me” he said turning to him.
He extended his hand out to the bewildered chap, who eventually shook his hand and apologized for hitting on his girl before walking off into the crowd.
*
“Thought I’d try a different approach this time,” he said flashing his smile at her giving her a cheeky wink. Lucy laughed.
“Much better this time” Lucy went to walk off.
“Surely not again.” He said gently catching her wrist,
”Have a glass of champagne with me at least. Just think of it as your good deed of the day,” he said joking beckoning her to him with his hand.
“It’s a free bar.” Lucy laughed and walked to the bar with him.
“Let me guess,” he said. “You’re more of a spirit girl. Jack Daniel’s, I reckon’ and called for the bar tender who promptly arrived ready to
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