Why did Igoto medical school again?
At the beauty’s stunned expression, I bite back my burgeoning grin, along with the instinct to tell her I’d happily fuck her on the house.. .all over the house.
For free.
Chapter Two
SADIE
Ten Minutes Earlier
‘But what happens if he doesn’t remember me?’
‘No,’ Kallie replies stridently. ‘Don’t you go there.’ Her responding look is one I know well; dark and elegant brows pinched above fierce honey coloured eyes. But it’s hard for her to stare me down right now, given we’re oceans apart and reliant on both an internet connection and the phone I hold in my hand.
‘I refuse to indulge you in this negativity,’ she continues. ‘Say the words again. And lift me up; I don’t need to see how fabulous your tits look right now.’
My eyes glance down at my silk covered form, ash coloured to accentuate my pale colouring. According to the sales associate, at least, right before she’d parted me from the equivalent of a week’s rent. ‘Do you think it’s too much?’
‘Take me to a mirror so I can get a better look.’
I make my way over to a massive gold rococo style mirror in the hallway.
‘Hang on. I’ll just switch the camera around.’ I do so, feeling a bit silly; I look like I’m about to take a selfie. I know this is how some friends are, but not me and Kallie.
Probably because our social lives aren’t all that interesting.
‘Sadie, it’s... beautiful. You look like a starlet from the days of the silver screen.’
The dress does have that sort of vibe. The cowl neckline leaves most of my back bare, save for theVof the straps clasped low at the base of my spine. I’ve never owned something quite so gorgeous. Or so expensive.
My self-conscious moment over, I flip the camera to Kallie smiling back at me.
‘You know, when I’m sitting in bed pulling toast crumbs out of my hair, I could maybe do with not seeing justhowfabulous.’ I ignore this. Jammies or not, she’s gorgeous herself—quite the exotic beauty.
‘I wished I was still in bed.’ And not because of jet lag.
‘Play your cards right tonight and you might be,’ she answers with a bawdy wink.
‘That’s not why I’m in London,’ I mumble. Although the chance would be very welcome.I think.It has been a while since...
But I have higher hopes for tonight.
‘We had a real connection,’ I whisper, running my fingers over the invitation I’d printed from my email. The familiar mixture of anxiety and thrill twists inside—familiar because I’ve been riding its wave since I boarded the plane a few days ago.
It’s safe to say I’m sort of terrified.
‘Yes, that connection is why you’re there.’
‘No,’ I say, looking back at my screen. ‘I’m here because you got me drunk and made me book a ticket to fly to London last Saturday night.’
‘Ha, true story,’ she replies, delighted. ‘It was a tactical plan on my part. You’ve been droning on about the fair Julian for weeks with no signs of movement. A potential love connection or not, this thing has to be tested by physicality, if not physically, to see if this spark has actual power—a momentum, if you will. And you were never going to do it without me.’
‘I was supposed to be doing itwithyou,’ I complain. We’d both booked flights. We were going to travel to London together.
‘Believe me, I’m not happy about it either. But now you’re there, and you have to make the most of it—grab love by the balls and make it your bitch.’
‘Your metaphors are... frightening. Best you stick to teaching science.’
