Some Girls Do by Clodagh Murphy Page B

was still with Philip?’ she asked indignantly.
    ‘Honestly? I think you would, yeah,’ he said with a smirk.
    ‘Fuck you!’ she said softly, but she wasn’t even trying to hold back her smile. Aisling liked her reputation as a ballsy man-eater. ‘Well, I wouldn’t,’ she said archly. ‘I may play around, but when I’m with someone, I don’t cheat.’
    ‘Very admirable. You’re almost up there with the Virgin Mary. Lucky for me, then, that I caught you when you were between gigs with Philip.’
    ‘What makes you think I’m getting back with him?’
    ‘Because it’s what you and Philip do . You’ll probably still be breaking up and getting back together when you’re both ninety.’
    ‘Not this time. I’m going to tell him it’s over for good. He’s really pissing me off. He can be such a knob.’
    ‘You’ll get no argument from me there.’
    ‘So you think I should?’ She looked up at him coquettishly from beneath her lashes. ‘Break up with him?’
    ‘If you want to.’
    ‘What kind of answer is that?’ she said, her smile swiftly replaced by a scowl.
    ‘What do you want me to say? If you want to break up with him, you should break up with him.’
    ‘I want to know what you think. I mean, how would you feel about it?’
    Luca shrugged. ‘Dump Philip or marry him and have his babies – what difference does it make to me?’
    ‘How can you say that? I just told you I wouldn’t be here with you now if I was with Philip.’
    ‘Look, I’m not saying it hasn’t been fun, but that’d hardly be the end of the world, would it?’
    ‘Charming!’ she said petulantly.
    ‘Anyway,’ he grinned, ‘I could catch you next time around.’
    ‘I told you, there isn’t going to be a next time. If we split up this time, it’s over for good. Then you and I could have lots more afternoons like this,’ she said seductively, playing with the hair on his chest.
    ‘Well, don’t break up with him on my account—’
    ‘Jesus!’ she huffed, pulling away abruptly. ‘Why are you being like this?’
    ‘Like what?’
    ‘You act like you don’t even care.’
    ‘I’m not acting. I don’t care. And neither do you, remember?’
    ‘Maybe I’ve changed my mind.’
    ‘Well, I haven’t changed mine.’ He stood. ‘I’m going for a shower.’
    ‘You’re such a shit, Luca,’ she hissed to his back.
    Yeah, whatever, Luca thought wearily as he stalked into the vast, open-plan living room. Aisling lived in a loft-style apartment at Grand Canal Dock. On his way to the bathroom, he stopped by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water to take in the view, leaning his forehead against the glass. He was so fed up with girls telling him he was a shit because he didn’t want what they wanted – especially when he’d made it perfectly clear what he wanted from the start. He wasn’t the one changing his mind, and it wasn’t his fault that Aisling had been lying, pretending she was cool with casual sex because she wanted him to stick around long enough for her to change him.
    ‘For fuck’s sake, Luca, get away from the window,’ Aisling said behind him. ‘People will see you.’
    ‘So? I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.’
    Her eyes flew to his dick. ‘No.’ She smiled saucily as she walked towards him, completely naked. She stood beside him at the window, looking down at the people passing on the walkway below.
    ‘Aren’t you worried people will see you ?’ Luca asked.
    ‘You’re not the only one who has nothing to be ashamed of.’ She touched his hand, stepping closer so her breasts were brushing against his chest. ‘Why don’t we really give them something to look at?’
    His body was already starting to respond to her. ‘I told you, I have to go,’ he said, pulling away from her and starting to gatherup his clothes, which were scattered around the living room. He could shower at home. Now he just wanted to get out of there.
    Aisling’s smile disappeared and she folded her