She laughed again, but not as loudly. There was no point in pissing James off further for the sake of it and she knew that apparent hilarity at the doctor’s words would do just that.
“No, I’m visiting a friend. I have mainly done TV and some musical theatre in England,” she explained.
“Oh, I see, anything on Broadway?”
“I have a very loose possible Broadway show in the pipeline, but mainly U.K. work.”
“Very impressive,” he said, revealing a perfect set of straight white teeth.
“Not as impressive as being a paediatrician,” she replied and meant it. She enjoyed her work but had almost fallen into it and in the grand scheme of things caring for sick children really was far more impressive.
Smiling, Parker glanced out of the window. Tasha stretched across too, mirroring his movement as he asked, “Would you like to swap seats? I don’t mind if you want the window seat.”
“No, I’m fine, really. Thanks though.” She knew her and Parker having to brush against each other to swap seats would undoubtedly constitute James’ sharing and that was a big no-no.
Suddenly, Justin was back with more refreshments.
Tasha declined another alcoholic drink, just in case she’d exceeded her limit without knowing it. Parker took another beer, but excused himself before drinking any. Tasha stood up to allow him past and felt uncomfortable as there was more than enough room. Her standing had been unnecessary, has had all of the stretching she’d done imagining it to be a tight squeeze like she was on the District Line in rush hour. You can take the girl out of the east end but you can’t take the east end out of the girl she thought as she made a slight backwards glance to Jim and immediately regretted it. His demonic expression looked like the girl fromThe Exorcistjust before her head spun. Quickly, sitting back down, Tasha winced as her still sore ass rubbed against her dress and she suddenly thought this might be as comfortable as she was going to be for a while judging by Jim’s face.
Unexpectedly, Justin was at her side again, with a glass of mineral water and piece of paper. He handed them to her nervously. “The gentleman was most insistent—”
Tasha cut him off and smiled, “It’s fine, thank you.”
She put her drink down and slowly opened the note.
What the fuck are you playing at?
Do you really want to get into this?
I swear to God you will not sit down for a month
and we will be heading to Vegas!
When lover boy comes back from jacking off
in the bathroom whilst thinking about
your legs, your ass, your tits and
your pussy you get in there and wait for me
and that was not a question or a suggestion J
The first thing Tasha noticed was the omission of his kiss after the J, presumably indicating just how annoyed he was, and the second thing was his suggestion as to what Parker was doing in the bathroom. Strangely, the reference to Vegas didn’t even register. Sitting nervously, she sipped her water whilst waiting for Parker to return. When he eventually did she stood up again to let him take his seat but said nothing, she merely headed to the bathroom and waited for what seemed like an eternity.
Tasha’s breathing was laboured due to the rising nerves she felt whilst the long, tense minutes passed slowly until she began to wonder if Jim was actually testing her obedience in some way by sending her to wait.
The sound of a surprisingly gentle tap at the door was followed by Jim whispering, “Let me in.”
Opening the door, Tasha stepped back to accommodate the charge of a very angry looking Jim. He closed the door and locked it before turning to face her. Him pinning her against the wall was probably inevitable in such a confined space leaving nothing between them.
“I can’t even begin to tell you how pissed I am right now, and you smell of beer.”
“James, Jim, I am so sorry, it isn’t—”
“No! You do not speak. I do not want to hear you until we get home. Not a single word, understand?” he growled, her face a mere hairs breadth from his.
Tasha simply nodded.
