She stared at him, said nothing and got back in the car, slamming the door.
The rest of the journey home was virtually silent for Tasha, even when Jim spoke to her or stroked her hand or leg, she ignored him.
“What are we doing for dinner?” asked Philip suddenly.
“Miraculous recovery son?”
“Yes, Tasha was right, a sleep was just what I needed.”
“She’s great, isn’t she? She has all the answers, doesn’t she?” Jim looked at her strangely.
“What about pizza?” suggested Lizzie.
“Tasha?” asked Jim.
“I’m not hungry so have what you want,” replied a sulky and pouting Tasha.
Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Juan or Philip who exchanged a glance as Jim said, “Then you four choose what you want.”
“We could order pizza in and the girls could come to us if they want,” said Philip.
Lizzie and Danielle seemed more than happy to accept the invitation.
“You two can come too,” said Juan to Tasha and Jim, although he looked as though he was willing them to decline the invitation as the atmosphere that was thickening by the second wouldn’t be conducive to a chilled and relaxed pizza in front of the TV kind of evening.
“Thanks, maybe later,” said Tasha as they drove through the gates to the house.
Lizzie and Danielle followed Tasha to the front door and waited with her for Jim to open it. She was irritated by that too. She was supposed to be living here and didn’t even have a key to the door. This was a weird situation to be in; they now had a flat in London, together, she was sharing his house, but had no key to the door or a life of her own here. She needed to sort this out, in her head and then practically. She felt seriously pissed off now having gone from horny to angry in the blink of an eye and all because of that slutty woman and Jim.
Juan and Philip shouted a joint, “See you later,” as Juan unlocked their front door.
Even he had a key to Philip’s home. Tasha felt irrationally irritated at that as Jim appeared behind her and opened the door. The girls disappeared upstairs immediately while Tasha went straight into the kitchen followed by Jim who wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her ear, melting her resolve to be cross with him slightly.
“You seem a little cranky, baby,” he whispered.
She shrugged at him and his comment.
“Correction, you are a little cranky, baby. I could help you with that.” He grinned when he turned her to face him.
She laughed a short exasperated laugh. “You think I’m horny?” She was angry, really angry, but managed to keep her voice low and even.
“I know you are,” he replied, his tone curt suddenly.
A loud huff was Tasha’s only response.
“You can say you’re not, but your tits appear to be disagreeing with you,” he said looking at her hard, obviously aroused nipples pressing against her bikini top and thin t-shirt. He pulled her towards him roughly and whispered in her ear, “And we both know your pussy will contradict you, baby. You want it, don’t you? You want me? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
A single, low moan escaped her lips causing an embarrassed flush to tint her cheeks while the same sound made Jim smile triumphantly before he pulled away and sauntered over to the TV and switched it on.
A confused Tasha disappeared upstairs, passing Lizzie and Danielle on the landing.
“See you later, Tash. We’re off to Philip’s,” called Lizzie, then they were gone leaving Jim downstairs doing whatever it was he was doing and Tasha upstairs alone, confused and increasingly embarrassed by her body’s own betrayal of her.
Chapter 7
When Tasha emerged from the bathroom after showering she found her phone beeping.
