Ros wobbled her head; she wasn’t convinced. ‘You do have three spare bedrooms, even if they’re lacking beds, and you have a large sofa,’ said Ros, thinking out loud.
‘It’s frowned upon to sublet properties while you’re house-sitting,’ said Darla.
‘It would hardly be subletting. A friend sofa surfing wouldn’t get you into trouble, would it?’
‘Are you trying to dump your boyfriend on me?’ Darla laughed.
‘He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a stand-in, as well you know. And notdumpexactly. It just feels awkward him being here.’ Although she had to admit she even felt a little like that when Darla stayed. Perhaps Ros had just spent too long living alone.
‘Ahh come on, it’s Cameron. He’s a sweetie. And we know he’s tidy. That’s what’s got him booted out by the rich kids.’
‘But still – sharing your home with a virtual stranger feels weird. I’m hoping he isn’t planning on staying long.’ And by long she meant more than a couple of nights.
‘Don’t be hasty,’ said Darla. ‘He’s not a stranger and the more time you spend together can only help make you seem more authentic as a couple. I reckon he’ll be a great housemate.’
‘But for how long?’ Ros was aware her voice was a few octaves higher than usual.
She heard a noise that sounded like Darla was sucking her teeth. ‘Students usually go home June or July time so he’ll probably get a new house share around then.’
‘But that’s months away!’ Ros’s voice had reached a whole new pitch.
Her dilemma was on Ros’s mind all day and she was aware that she had been a little abrupt with a couple of people, which was against her new policy. As soon as it was noon she fired off a well-composed text to Cameron:
Good afternoon, Cameron. Hope you slept well. How hasyour day been so far? I hope you are managingto resolve your issues. Ros
There was no immediate response so she went to get her lunch from the office fridge. Berlinda was stirring a Pot Noodle.
‘Hello, Berlinda,’ said Ros, before rummaging in the fridge. ‘I was thinking of getting out a plate, or should I stick with my Tupperware?’
Berlinda snorted a laugh. ‘I don’t know how that happened. But no hard feelings. Yeah?’
‘Indeed,’ said Ros, thinking murderous thoughts, which was technically different.
‘How’s that cute boyfriend of yours?’ asked Berlinda.
‘Very well, thank you for asking.’
‘Does he have any brothers?’ Berlinda made an unattractive snorting noise.
Ros liked straightforward questions especially the ones she knew the answer to. ‘No, he has an older sister.’
‘Shame. He was quite the star of the barbecue.’
‘Was he?’ Ros wasn’t sure how she felt about that comment. A little pride perhaps?
‘Yeah. Most of the admin team were drooling over him.’ She leaned closer, and Ros had to stifle the urge to move the same distance away. ‘The thing none of us can figure out is how you landed him. I mean no offence or anything.’
How could you not take offence at that? Berlinda and her coven obviously had discussed them as a couple and decided that Cameron was out of Ros’s league. Annoyingly it now made Ros consider it too. They were the same age. She currently had a more lucrative job although he would hopefully secure something of a similar calibre when he graduated. Ros realised Berlinda was most likely more focused on looks – they were a shallow bunch. Cameron wasn’t classically good-looking but he certainly couldn’t be described as ugly. She didn’t know where she would class herself in the looks department – it wasn’t something she thought about. Cameron had certainly tidied himself up since their first meeting. He had a strong jawline and an almost constant smile. A little off-putting at first but she was getting used to it. Ros rarely smiled.
Right at that moment she made a point of pasting on a smile. Now to answer the question. She took Cameron’s advice of being comical so as not to be in conflict or cause offence. ‘He offered me a screaming orgasm. How could I resist?’ she said.
Berlinda looked like she’d been hit in the face with a spanner and Ros resisted the urge to wave a hand in front of her eyes to check if she was still functioning.
‘It’s a cocktail,’ clarified Ros when there was no response other than the shock on Berlinda’s face. ‘He works in a bar,’ added Ros. It definitely lost something when you had to explain it.
Ros’s phone pinged. A timely response from Cameron. ‘That’s him messaging me now,’ she said.
Berlinda seemed to recover. ‘Oh right. I see... still doesn’t really explain it. But then it takes all sorts.’ She forked up a heap of noodles and chewed thoughtfully.
