Page 43 of Heartbreaker

She just looks at me. “What do you mean?” she says with an innocent smile.

“Coffee, biscuits, smiling! You’re making me nervous and I know you’re up to something, you old crone!” I state, and she laughs that deep, smokers laugh. I can’t help but smile at her. Her wrinkled face looks so much younger when she smiles.

“Okay you got me you little shitbag,” she grins. “So I happen to have a friend who lives near Sweet Heaven and a little birdie told me that she saw you kissing the face of the sweet owner.”

I look at her agog, my mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“And?” I ask.

“And I kind of have a really sweet tooth for those Irish Cream Truffles she makes. Seriously they are the best in London, and I kind of hoped you know, that maybe you could get some samples.”

I throw my head back and laugh a deep belly laugh, I laugh until tears run down my face. I throw an arm around Lindy and kiss her grey head. “You only had to ask,” I tell her.

She shrugs me off and huffs. “Well, if I’d known that you and the little weirdo in there could have made your own coffee.”

I turn and head back to the office, I enter and watch as Alex looks up. “Everything okay?” he asks, I nod.

I sit back down and start going through my diary. After finalising some appointments, I pick up my phone.

Tinkerbell: So, do you need me to bring anything later?

Jackson: No just yourself

Jackson: Second thought if you have any Irish Cream Truffles, can I get a box please?

Tinkerbell: Sure :)

Jackson: Thanks beautiful. I can’t wait to see you later. I can’t stop thinking about you. You looked so fucking beautiful this morning.

Tinkerbell: Not as gorgeous as you, you literally make my mouth water and my body hum.

Jackson: The things I am gonna do to you tonight Tink. I can’t wait to see that sweet ass bent over my sofa, taking my cock.

I watch the dots appear and disappear and I grin as I move so that my trousers aren’t cutting off the circulation in my balls.

Tinkerbell: Keep talking like that and I’ll have to go and see BOB to take the edge off.

Jackson: Don’t you dare. The only thing going near that pussy is me. BOB can only play if I’m there to watch.

I grin as I send it.

Tinkerbell: Okay maybe a cold shower will work.

Okay now I have that thought in my head. Little minx is killing me.

Jackson: What time do you shut up shop? Can Taylor close up?

Tinkerbell: Taylor can close up. What time do you want me?

Jackson: I want you now, but I have work until 4. So, will pick you up about 4:30.

Jackson: And Tink………. I wish I was kissing you instead of missing you.

Tink: Awe Jackson…… You are so getting lucky.

I smile what I am sure is a goofy smile and turn back to my computer. An hour later I get a text from my mum telling me how much she loves Ashley. I am searching the internet for a birthday present for Sadie when I see a pop-up advert for the Disneyland Paris end of summer show. It has Tinkerbell and Cinderella on it and I think of my Tinkerbell. I wonder if she would like to go. I will ask tonight. The thought of a weekend away, just us two would be amazing and I bet she would love that.

Checking my emails I see an invitation to the Children’s Bereavement Charity Ball. My first instinct is not to go, those things are boring but then I wonder if I can persuade Ashley to go with me. She makes everything fun and the thought of her on my arm all dressed up, looking like sex personified makes the idea so much more appealing.

She is like a breath of fresh air in my life, she has coloured all the dark corners filling them with light. I smirk at that, fuck I’m turning into a right sap. What is funny though is I couldn’t give a toss.

The rest of the day passes depressingly slowly and around three I tell Alex he can go. He has been quiet today and I wonder if maybe I made a mistake with him. But I look at all the research he has done, and they are very comprehensive. He seems to have grasped what I want well.

Soon I am in my car and racing across London. Somehow the thought of being with Tinkerbell leaves me feeling giddy.