with a woman over the other side of the desk, then continues, âI just wanted you to go and have some fun, thatâs all. And anyway, how did it go tits up?â
âBecause I went in black.â
âWell, I told you about a million times to wear a red dress.â
âYes, I know, Liz, but I thought it might have meant something, so I opted for black. Then when I got there, my date was standing with a woman in a red dress, and she was all over him. He only approached her because you told him that I would be in red.â I pause for thought. âAnyway, I didnât like the club, and we had much more fun back at mine.â A smile lifts my lips.
âOh, I bet you did.â She reaches out and grabs her mug. Cupping it with both hands and blowing onto her tea, she smiles. âSee, it all worked out in the end.â
âYeah, yeah, but it could have ended very badly,â I say, before giving her a blow-by-blow account of what happened in the club and telling her about George. Before I even finish pronouncing his surname, she cuts me off.
âStay away from that guy, Ruth. Iâve heard some awful things about him.â
Shocked and intrigued, I ask, âWhat?â
âI wouldnât like to say, in case it isnât all true. But promise you will stay away from him.â She nods in hope that I will agree with her plea.
âI only met him last night, and Iâm not going back, so I doubt Iâll ever see him again.â
âGood. Keep it that way.â
I nod and agree to stay away.
Sheâs quiet for the rest of the day, and I canât help but feel like Iâve pissed her off by mentioning George.
Checking my phone as I log off, Iâm crushed to see no word from Heath still, but I shake it off and head out to the car park with Liz.
âIâm sorry about sending that text, Ruth. Really.â
âItâs fine.â I put my hand out and rub her arm. âHonestly.â
She smiles reluctantly, before reminding me of her warning.
Telling her that she has nothing to worry about, I say goodbye and head to my car.
Turning the ignition on, my ears are met by Dinah Krallâs Temptation , and Iâm right back there, sitting in that bar with Heath at my side, tapping. My heart flutters, and I long for him again, for his touch, his words, his smell, his smile, or even just to see his car drive by. Itâs time to admit it, Ruth, youâre head over heels in love with this man. I grab my phone and compose a text.
Heath, Iâm not sure how to put this but, well...
I delete and start again.
Heath, Iâm in love with you...
I delete again. Maybe itâs best coming from a phone call. Texting just seems to lose all meaning sometimes, and he might read me wrong. At least if I was on the phone and he could hear my voice, he would hear how I truly felt. I search for his name and hover my thumb over the telephone symbol until my phone buzzes and I exit the screen to see a new email. Touching on the envelope icon, I open the mail from the unfamiliar address.
Ruth,
Where did you vanish to last night? I was disappointed that I didnât get to have my kinky way with you. Iâd like to see you again. When will you next be visiting my club?
George.
P.S. If youâre wondering how I got your email address, donât forget I own the club that you registered at ;)
Studying the words slowly, my frown becomes deeper and deeper with every word. The cheek of the guy! This is an invasion of privacy, even if he does own the club. Thank God I didnât give my real number or address .
I think better of replying and giving him a mouthful; instead I remember Lizâs request and delete the message.
Putting Mr. Stalker to the back of my mind, I focus on Heathâs number once more. After several minutes I finally pluck up the courage and press the phone icon. The phone rings and I strain my ear in hope that I will hear his
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