Lucy reappeared wrapped in a towel. “So? We on?”
“He says to do whatever I want.”
“So?” Lucy expected her friend to leap into action and begin getting ready.
“Sorry. I need to phone Carly and see if she can do my waxing. Jim is going to be here, London, lunchtime tomorrow so I have to preen, buff and pack.” She grinned at that realisation.
“Do that tomorrow. You were due at Carly’s tomorrow anyway,” protested Lucy weakly.
“No can do. There’ll be no touching and showering straight after a Brazilian which means I need Carly’s services tonight to ensure my skin is not red and certainly not sore,” she said seriously.
“You’re sex mad since you’ve met him. You were bad enough with Jake and Gerry, but he is something else.” Lucy laughed. “Although, do you remember that dancer you picked up that night? I thought you had given yourself to the church with all of your cries of God and Jesus Christ.” She laughed again.
Tasha laughed too at her friend’s words and the memory. “Tony. He was seriously fit and bloody gorgeous. I think he must have taken Viagra because he went for twelve hours straight, not even a breather between sessions.”
“Why was he only a one-night wonder then?” asked Lucy curiously.
“He was a twenty-four hour wonder actually. I brought him home at five in the morning on the Sunday and sent him packing at five in the morning on the Monday. But as brilliant as he was, by Sunday afternoon he was trying to talk and unfortunately I couldn’t cope with his Scouse accent. Shallow I know, but shagging him long term and not allowing him to speak was the alternative and that seemed a little unfair.”
“You are terrible, Tash.” Lucy giggled. “Can I ask you something, without offending you?”
“Course, but hurry, I need to call Carly,”
“This thing with Jim, are you sure it’s not just sex?”
Tasha shook her head. “It was for the first couple of days and we’ve had lots of hot, dirty sex, but there’s something more.”
“Okay,” Lucy replied, but clearly wasn’t done with her thoughts and concerns. “I love you, Tash, and I’m worried that if you commit to him and the sex fizzles out you could be out in the cold and with six ex-wives he doesn’t have a good track record, does he?”
Tasha nodded. “Luce, you’re not saying anything I haven’t thought myself, but he is more than sex.”
“If you’re sure.” With the subject apparently closed, Lucy returned her attention to her night out. “I’m off to get dressed then. You’ll be in bed when I get back, so if I don’t see you before tomorrow have a fab time. Text me when you’re coming back and I’ll make sure it’s tidy and that Ryan and I are both dressed.” Lucy gave a cheeky wink.
Tasha was sitting in her car outside Carly’s salon when she quickly sent Jim a text.
And now he planned on coming to the gallery opening. She was a little startled but knew if she even hinted at him not attending Mr Suspicious would go even crazier than usual and still escort her. Plus, there really was no reason for him not to accompany her.
She returned home fully waxed, threaded and preened and began to sort her things to pack. She put the kinky stuff in the Prada bag and giggled at the contents before wondering what the hell he wanted a blindfold for? She didn’t care. She knew it would be really hot and erotic, whatever he did with it.
With her clothes on the bed next to her case, Tasha text Jim.
