Premier Deception
people were very nice and
Charlotte was enjoying meeting the players with their wives and
girlfriends. Some of the girls looked at her suspiciously probably
thinking that as she was so young and beautiful she may be a threat
to their husbands or boyfriends, but Charlotte made everyone feel
at ease and was so natural with them that it wasn’t long before
everyone felt relaxed in her company and they were having a lovely
time.
    Suddenly Charlotte stepped back into the
path of a waitress carrying some drinks who almost dropped the
tray. “I’m so sorry,” said Charlotte putting out a hand to steady
the tray, she looked up and was startled to see a familiar face
holding it. “Chantelle!” she exclaimed, “Oh my God what are you
doing here? It’s great to see you!” Chantelle smiled in delight and
said, “Charlotte, I was hoping to get a chance to speak to you,
congratulations you obviously did very well at the interview.” They
laughed and Charlotte said, “what happened, did you get a job?”
Chantelle laughed, “only the player’s bar,” she said excitedly,
“which means I get to help out at these sort of functions. I am
loving it and have seen so many famous people already.” She stopped
and smiled saying, “ we all did very well that day didn’t we?”
Charlotte laughed saying, “yes I think we did, who would have
thought it. By the way have you seen Max, he is around here
somewhere?” “I have seen him in the kitchen chatting up all the
other staff,” Chantelle said with a wink. “He is sooo gorgeous
isn’t he? Could be a film star or a footballer himself. All the
other waitresses and waiters I might add won’t leave him alone in
there!”
    Charlotte smiled but felt a prickle of
jealousy running through her, she didn’t like the idea of him being
targeted by the waitresses, she realised that the idea of him
meeting somebody else filled her with such dread. She suddenly felt
very insecure and alone, wishing that he was with her. Chantelle
said, “I must get on now Charlotte and hand out these drinks, maybe
we can meet up later, or at the stadium. You can always find me in
the players bar, it would be great to get to know you better, but
only if you think it appropriate,” she said looking suddenly unsure
of herself. Charlotte smiled and touched her arm, “of course we
will you just try and stop me. Have fun tonight Chantelle I’ll
catch up with you soon.”
    As Chantelle moved away Charlotte
suddenly spotted Luke standing in a corner of the room talking to
one of the players. He was dressed in jeans and a t shirt and
looked the most relaxed that she had ever seen him. His dark angry
face was relaxed into a rare smile which seemed to light it up. He
looked rugged and handsome and she could see that his body was hard
and toned, the muscles rippling through his T shirt. He was very
good looking and Charlotte could see many of the females in the
room were surreptitiously glancing his way, to which he was
oblivious. Suddenly he looked up and saw her watching him and once
again his face hardened, a dark shadow passing over it. He really
hates me she thought sadly, I have his job and he can’t forgive me.
Her shoulders slumped and she leaned against the wall behind her.
He was approaching her now so she stood up and smiled as he drew
near.
    “ Charlotte pleased to see you,” he
said looking anything but. “Have you met everyone?” he said, “I
think so,” she said quietly. “This is really a lovely house don’t
you think?” she said looking around her, “and Ronnie’s wife is
gorgeous, I would love to get to know her better.” All at once his
face softened and he said, “yes, Sylvia is one of a kind. Not only
is she stunning looking but she has a personality to match, unusual
in this day of plastic surgery and materialism. It’s a shame though
that Ronnie doesn’t always treat her the way he should,” he said
bitterly. Charlotte looked at him startled, she didn’t think that
he would

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