didn’t care who paid. Alex arranged for payments to be made the next morning at the post office.
“How much more does she owe?” Clive asked again.
“No more money talk.” Alex shoved all the paperwork away, and shooed at the demon. “I’m done talking business for today. And I need some time off.” She wanted to call Jeremy and go out with him. She wanted to leave Clive and the strange sexual effect he had on her behind, and return to being normal. For as long as possible, anyway.
“You want me to go away?” he asked.
“Please Clive.” She touched his arm, the heat tingling her fingertips. Would he be cross, try and hurt her? “Give me a little time on my own.” She waited for an answer, her eyes wide. For a second she thought it was a wave of fear shortening her breath. But then Clive stepped up to her, so close his warmth caressed her skin from her head to her toes. No, she decided, it was definitely lust.
Clive took her hands in his and rubbed them gently. His burning touch seemed to drug her. He could have taken her, there, in the living room, and she wouldn’t have the willpower to say no.
“Sure thing, babydoll. I’ll see you later.” Clive let her fingers fall through his as he stepped away. Then he cocked his hand into a gun and pretended to fire before disappearing in a theatrical puff of red smoke.
“Ohhh,” Alex groaned in a small voice, a dreamy look in her half opened eyes. As if in a trance, she floated over to the phone and dialed Jeremy’s number. “Hi babe,” she said as he answered at the other end. “Whatcha doing tonight?” She listened for a second. “A movie? Sounds fabulous. When’ll you pick me up?” She curled her fingers around the telephone cord. “I’ll be ready and waiting,” she teased in a sexy voice before hanging up. That demon best stay away, she thought.
Alone for the first time in seemingly ages, Alex pampered and preened her body within an inch of perfection. Eventually, she took herself down to the living room, surrounded by a haze of Sunflowers perfume, and waited for Jeremy. Lily was noticeable in her absence. Alex didn’t waste time worrying about her. The drunk, as Clive so kindly described her mother, was able to take care of herself—most of the time.
Alex cleared her mind, but her thoughts kept creeping back to Clive. He really was dishy. Oh my God, Alex thought. I’ve got a crush on a fantasy demon. For a second, a dark cloud hovered over her as she attempted to unravel the possibility of her insanity, and the fact that Clive probably didn’t exist. Saved by the bell, or the loud knocking in this case, Alex leapt off the sofa and answered the door, half expecting to find Clive on the other side.
“Aren’t you the vision of loveliness this evening,” Jeremy said. He pulled her into his arms and Alex stretched up to give him a long loving kiss. This was what love was all about, she told herself. With Clive relegated to the back of her mind, Alex succumbed to Jeremy’s embrace. “Let’s go then.” He took her by the hand and led her out of the house.
The War of the Worlds was coming to the end of its run, and they arrived to an almost empty theatre. With a nod and wink that Alex only just noticed in the dark room, Jeremy led her to a row of empty seats, in a spot pretty much as far from anyone else as possible.
They did try and watch the movie, and they did actually get to the lightening scenes when the first machine erupted out of the ground. Alex jumped and squealed as the aliens started firing, and Jeremy raised the armrest in between to put an arm around her as she let out a shriek. His cuddle soon degraded into kissing and fondling. Finally, about an hour into the movie, he raised a couple more of the armrests and gently laid her down..
Chapter Four
“B ecky, guess what!” The morning sun shone around the edges of the curtains as Alex lay in her bed, phone pressed up against one ear.
“How much more does she owe?” Clive asked again.
“No more money talk.” Alex shoved all the paperwork away, and shooed at the demon. “I’m done talking business for today. And I need some time off.” She wanted to call Jeremy and go out with him. She wanted to leave Clive and the strange sexual effect he had on her behind, and return to being normal. For as long as possible, anyway.
“You want me to go away?” he asked.
“Please Clive.” She touched his arm, the heat tingling her fingertips. Would he be cross, try and hurt her? “Give me a little time on my own.” She waited for an answer, her eyes wide. For a second she thought it was a wave of fear shortening her breath. But then Clive stepped up to her, so close his warmth caressed her skin from her head to her toes. No, she decided, it was definitely lust.
Clive took her hands in his and rubbed them gently. His burning touch seemed to drug her. He could have taken her, there, in the living room, and she wouldn’t have the willpower to say no.
“Sure thing, babydoll. I’ll see you later.” Clive let her fingers fall through his as he stepped away. Then he cocked his hand into a gun and pretended to fire before disappearing in a theatrical puff of red smoke.
“Ohhh,” Alex groaned in a small voice, a dreamy look in her half opened eyes. As if in a trance, she floated over to the phone and dialed Jeremy’s number. “Hi babe,” she said as he answered at the other end. “Whatcha doing tonight?” She listened for a second. “A movie? Sounds fabulous. When’ll you pick me up?” She curled her fingers around the telephone cord. “I’ll be ready and waiting,” she teased in a sexy voice before hanging up. That demon best stay away, she thought.
Alone for the first time in seemingly ages, Alex pampered and preened her body within an inch of perfection. Eventually, she took herself down to the living room, surrounded by a haze of Sunflowers perfume, and waited for Jeremy. Lily was noticeable in her absence. Alex didn’t waste time worrying about her. The drunk, as Clive so kindly described her mother, was able to take care of herself—most of the time.
Alex cleared her mind, but her thoughts kept creeping back to Clive. He really was dishy. Oh my God, Alex thought. I’ve got a crush on a fantasy demon. For a second, a dark cloud hovered over her as she attempted to unravel the possibility of her insanity, and the fact that Clive probably didn’t exist. Saved by the bell, or the loud knocking in this case, Alex leapt off the sofa and answered the door, half expecting to find Clive on the other side.
“Aren’t you the vision of loveliness this evening,” Jeremy said. He pulled her into his arms and Alex stretched up to give him a long loving kiss. This was what love was all about, she told herself. With Clive relegated to the back of her mind, Alex succumbed to Jeremy’s embrace. “Let’s go then.” He took her by the hand and led her out of the house.
The War of the Worlds was coming to the end of its run, and they arrived to an almost empty theatre. With a nod and wink that Alex only just noticed in the dark room, Jeremy led her to a row of empty seats, in a spot pretty much as far from anyone else as possible.
They did try and watch the movie, and they did actually get to the lightening scenes when the first machine erupted out of the ground. Alex jumped and squealed as the aliens started firing, and Jeremy raised the armrest in between to put an arm around her as she let out a shriek. His cuddle soon degraded into kissing and fondling. Finally, about an hour into the movie, he raised a couple more of the armrests and gently laid her down..
Chapter Four
“B ecky, guess what!” The morning sun shone around the edges of the curtains as Alex lay in her bed, phone pressed up against one ear.
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