asked.
“I help in the VIP membership area
from about ten and then I head to the media box before eleven. The journos
don’t get in too early. What about you?”
“Ah… eleven-thirty start, so I’ll
be there after nine or so to get strapped and psyched. Are you going to the Shaken
Not Stirred bar afterwards?” he asked. Nik was getting his weekend sorted.
“Nope, I never do.”
“Why?” he asked, glancing towards
me. “I thought you’d be a party girl.”
I shook my head. “I don’t go where
the players go. I leave that to the groupies and girlfriends. Some of my
friends and I go to the Ska Bar .”
“I like ska music! But I don’t
know that place,” he said. “I have to see you Sunday.”
“Then let’s lock it in,” I agreed,
and he visibly relaxed. This man was going to be the end of me. What a way to
go. He pulled into my apartment block.
“Would you like to come up?” I
asked.
“Yes,” he said and turned off the
ignition.
We were a very direct pair. He
held my hand as we took the stairs, and my body was betraying me already; I was
wired and wet. And then Nik blew it.
“Those phone numbers weren’t
needed after all Sah-sha,” he said, “we lived to tell.”
He jinxed it. Sitting on my
doorstep was Saffron. The wedding was off. Fuck on so many levels.
Chapter 11
Nik was so understanding—he brushed my cheek, kissed
me and left me to take care of Saffron with her swollen face from crying. I
watched his gorgeous butt descending the stairs, my vagina ached for him but my
heart was breaking for Saffy—catastrophe! I unlocked and led my twin sister to
the sofa and went to make us both a cup of tea. I knew all about relationship
pain, but I also knew not to run down her fiancé, Daniel; he was a really nice
guy and this might be fixable.
Minutes later, I put her cup of tea
in front of her and sat next to Saffy on my white sofa. Prada bolted, the scaredy
cat; he wasn’t good with crying women.
“Saffy, take a deep breath, a
mouthful of tea, and if you feel up to it, tell me what happened,” I said “If
not, I can put you straight to bed. The guest room is made up.”
She nodded and followed
instructions. Wow, I was on a roll lately… I must try it on The Russian, and see
if he obeys.
Saffy took a deep breath, wiped
her eyes and took a sip of tea. I hated seeing my twin so distraught especially
when Saffron was such a sweet, up-person. The only times I remember her crying were
when our family dog Muffy died—we all cried then—and when our brothers had a
food fight with our birthday cake. Daniel was really her first big love. I was
hoping she’d cruise through life unhurt.
“Sassy, Dan said he’s not sure
he’s ready to be married,” she said, choking on the words.
Oh not good, so not good.
“Okay, let’s break this down,” I
said to her. “He still wants to be with you?”
She nodded. “He said he does, but
he wants to do more things before settling down. He’s got cold feet.”
“What things did he say, exactly?”
I asked.
“He said we should delay the
wedding and do some travel, work overseas, maybe see more of our friends—and we
both know what that means, he wants to meet other women. He’s not sure.” She
started crying again, heart-wrenching sobs, each one like a cut in my chest.
“Saffy, we don’t know that, stop,
listen,” I said. “Remember when you graduated from teachers’ college and you
wanted to go abroad for a year?”
She nodded, picking up her tea and
cupping it in her hands.
“Remember Daniel didn’t want to
go? He wanted to get a few years’ work experience under his belt first and then
do a working holiday. You were worried being married to him might be like
wearing ‘cement boots’—your words. You were worried that he might tie you down.
Remember?” I challenged her.
“Yes.” She stopped crying long
enough to look at me and take my words in.
“You had plans to do big things
then, but you adapted
“I help in the VIP membership area
from about ten and then I head to the media box before eleven. The journos
don’t get in too early. What about you?”
“Ah… eleven-thirty start, so I’ll
be there after nine or so to get strapped and psyched. Are you going to the Shaken
Not Stirred bar afterwards?” he asked. Nik was getting his weekend sorted.
“Nope, I never do.”
“Why?” he asked, glancing towards
me. “I thought you’d be a party girl.”
I shook my head. “I don’t go where
the players go. I leave that to the groupies and girlfriends. Some of my
friends and I go to the Ska Bar .”
“I like ska music! But I don’t
know that place,” he said. “I have to see you Sunday.”
“Then let’s lock it in,” I agreed,
and he visibly relaxed. This man was going to be the end of me. What a way to
go. He pulled into my apartment block.
“Would you like to come up?” I
asked.
“Yes,” he said and turned off the
ignition.
We were a very direct pair. He
held my hand as we took the stairs, and my body was betraying me already; I was
wired and wet. And then Nik blew it.
“Those phone numbers weren’t
needed after all Sah-sha,” he said, “we lived to tell.”
He jinxed it. Sitting on my
doorstep was Saffron. The wedding was off. Fuck on so many levels.
Chapter 11
Nik was so understanding—he brushed my cheek, kissed
me and left me to take care of Saffron with her swollen face from crying. I
watched his gorgeous butt descending the stairs, my vagina ached for him but my
heart was breaking for Saffy—catastrophe! I unlocked and led my twin sister to
the sofa and went to make us both a cup of tea. I knew all about relationship
pain, but I also knew not to run down her fiancé, Daniel; he was a really nice
guy and this might be fixable.
Minutes later, I put her cup of tea
in front of her and sat next to Saffy on my white sofa. Prada bolted, the scaredy
cat; he wasn’t good with crying women.
“Saffy, take a deep breath, a
mouthful of tea, and if you feel up to it, tell me what happened,” I said “If
not, I can put you straight to bed. The guest room is made up.”
She nodded and followed
instructions. Wow, I was on a roll lately… I must try it on The Russian, and see
if he obeys.
Saffy took a deep breath, wiped
her eyes and took a sip of tea. I hated seeing my twin so distraught especially
when Saffron was such a sweet, up-person. The only times I remember her crying were
when our family dog Muffy died—we all cried then—and when our brothers had a
food fight with our birthday cake. Daniel was really her first big love. I was
hoping she’d cruise through life unhurt.
“Sassy, Dan said he’s not sure
he’s ready to be married,” she said, choking on the words.
Oh not good, so not good.
“Okay, let’s break this down,” I
said to her. “He still wants to be with you?”
She nodded. “He said he does, but
he wants to do more things before settling down. He’s got cold feet.”
“What things did he say, exactly?”
I asked.
“He said we should delay the
wedding and do some travel, work overseas, maybe see more of our friends—and we
both know what that means, he wants to meet other women. He’s not sure.” She
started crying again, heart-wrenching sobs, each one like a cut in my chest.
“Saffy, we don’t know that, stop,
listen,” I said. “Remember when you graduated from teachers’ college and you
wanted to go abroad for a year?”
She nodded, picking up her tea and
cupping it in her hands.
“Remember Daniel didn’t want to
go? He wanted to get a few years’ work experience under his belt first and then
do a working holiday. You were worried being married to him might be like
wearing ‘cement boots’—your words. You were worried that he might tie you down.
Remember?” I challenged her.
“Yes.” She stopped crying long
enough to look at me and take my words in.
“You had plans to do big things
then, but you adapted
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