hanging off the end falls back down onto my plate. If I've got any oil on me, I swear I'll decapitate him.
âPardon?â I ask, hoping that I've misunderstood.
But Ian is in the mood for pointless conversation. âItâs been unbearable, recently. There's a whole gang of girls literally harassing meââ he continues relentlessly, not noticing my expression. And for the record, I think my facial expressions are usually fairly eloquent.
âPoor thing, being so irresistibleââ I mutter, nauseated.
âExactly â itâs not my fault, obviously. Itâs all because of this âtitleâ nonsense,â he concludes.
I don't think it is
just
because of this 'title nonsense', though. When was the last time he looked at himself in a mirror? Of course, I'd never say anything like that to
him
, or at least, not until aliens have landed on earth and taught us all how to live together in harmony and brotherhood, but itâs a fact: he is objectively terribly, annoyingly good looking.
âSo?â I ask, regretting it almost instantly.
âSo you'd be perfect!â he exclaims enthusiastically. For a moment I'd actually hoped for a different conclusion.
I must have misunderstood. He canât really be asking what I
think
he's asking. âIan, are you on some kind of weird medication?â I ask very seriously. Thereâs no other explanation. That or a temporary memory loss. Does he even
realise
who he is asking to pretend sheâs his girlfriend? He laughs as he tucks in to his ketchup covered chips, and the sight is upsetting, to say the least.
âThe only weird thing in my system is the bloody smog in Peckham,â he answers, âwhich Iâm sure isn't particularly healthy, but I doubt it affects your mental abilities. And anyway, why? Does my idea sound so absurd to you?â
Is this supposed to be a joke? Ok, Iâm definitely not hungry any more.
I put my fork down and look at him very seriously. âThen please run it by me again, because Iâm sure you would never â and I repeat,
never
â ask me what I think you're asking.â
The rogue smiles at me so innocently that I almost buy it. Almost. I'm not that ingenuous.
âAs hard as it is to admit it, youâre the only woman I know who could pretend to be in a relationship with me without really wanting to be. And anyway, they've already photographed us togetherââ
I pick up the glass in front of me and take a gulp of whisky.
âWhat?â is the only thing I can say, and Iâm glad that the alcohol has got me slightly tipsy.
âYes â and youâre not the usual stunner, which would make the plan even more ingenious.â
Iâm starting to get really annoyed.
âOk, maybe I shouldnât have said that last part, right?â he asks, as soon as he sees my face.
âProbably notââ I confirm through gritted teeth.
âBut it would be perfect!â he repeats, ignoring what we've just said.
Right, this joke has gone on too long, and it's going too far.
âAnd what would I get out of this little farce?â I ask, trying very hard to stay calm. âAnd anyway, everybody who knows me knows that I have much better tasteââ
It's a complete lie, but it sounds so good I can't help saying it. Ianâs expression is resigned for a moment, but then goes back to neutral. His discomfort lasted maybe five seconds, but I treasured it.
âThink about it, Jenny â you'd be seen with the most desirable bachelor in town. That alone would raise your market value quite a bitââ
Like I need my 'market value' raising.
âIâm certain that I can make myself pleasant enough even for your parents and friends. I know how to make people like me, when I want to,â he goes on, blabbering like an idiot.
I stop him with a murderous look.
âI consider you an intelligent person,â I say in a
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