a matter of minutes, my darling. I’m out the door. Be with you in thirty.’
‘Oh and Blue?’
‘Yes, darling?’
‘Flowers – stop at Liberty and get the biggest bunchof flowers for Pepper. I’m never late for her. Jesus, what was I thinking?’ Tiger snapped her phone shut and rubbed her temples.
She sank back into the duvet and inhaled the delicious aroma of sex, sweat and aftershave on the sheets. Turning to Rex, snoring softly by her side, her heart took a little somersault and she kissed him tenderly. ‘Wake up, sleeping beauty,’ she whispered, fluffing up her hair before reaching under the Egyptian cotton sheets to give him a wake up call he wouldn’t forget.
Sienna slumped into her chair at Hunter Gatherers’ headquarters on Charlotte Street, exhausted already. The office was like St Pancras in rush hour and the morning hadn’t even passed yet.
‘Run off twenty copies of the Diamond Suisse account presentation will you, I just emailed you the PDFs, and then I need you to get Lou from World PR on the phone, she hasn’t returned my calls and I need to speak to her. Just keep holding ’til you get her.’
‘Sure,’ Sienna replied wearily to Rex’s second-in-command, Steve, a towering, charmless figure with porcine features – the exact opposite of the delectable Rex Hunter.
‘Oi, Gareth mate, did you get the Tiger Starr press releases over to
The Times
? They need to get the feature wrapped up for the supplement. Oh and Kat, you’re gonna have to put your foot down for copy approval if we’regonna let Tiger do the …’ Steve broke off from his directives. ‘Shit, Sienna! Where’s – didn’t you get my bacon butty?’ he demanded from behind his desk, staring open mouthed like a guppy at the space where his elevenses would normally be.
‘Um, I was running tight on time,’ Sienna lied effortlessly over the desk divide.
‘How come you managed to get Rex a pastry?’ snapped Steve, patting his generous gut.
Sienna blushed red and marched to Rex’s desk. Grabbing the croissant she thrust it under Steve’s nose.
‘Good job he’s not in this morning then. Here, you have it,’ offered Sienna tartly.
‘Nah, I’ve lost my appetite now. Why don’t you eat it, you could do with a bit of meat on your bones anyway.’ Steve chuckled and winked over at Kat who appeared to be fixated on Sienna’s thigh-skimming hemline.
Sienna turned on her heel in silence and simply hitched her dress up even higher, cursing inwardly whilst blushing. The heating in the busy office was making her head itch under her cheap beret. Fuck manmade fibres, she thought angrily, trying to reach her itch with a pencil. Where the bloody hell was Rex this morning anyway? She didn’t remember seeing any morning engagements in his diary for today.
Sitting back at her desk she set about Steve’s tasks and stabbed the World PR switchboard number into her telephone.
‘Lou Klein please … Hunter Gatherers … Yes … No … I’ll hold thanks.’
Britney’s ‘Oops I did it again …’ played through down the line as Sienna was put on hold, which wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t been the extended pan pipe remix. She rolled her eyes and settled into her chair for the duration.
Chewing on her pen Sienna swivelled on her chair idly amidst the hubbub and stared over at Rex’s vacant desk with a beady eye. Now where could he be? she mused, annoyed that he wasn’t there to see her leggy display.
Behind his desk the wall was a shrine to Tiger Starr. Framed magazine covers, a photograph of Tiger in James Brown’s show, funny newspaper headlines, a suspended scale model of the Boeing 747 infamously painted with her pin-up image. A small corner was devoted to Rex’s highly treasured framed photograph of himself with his idol Ricky Hatton, taken in Las Vegas after another victorious fight. Sienna wondered what it would be like to be in Vegas with Rex. I bet he’d be fun, she thought, imagining herself
‘Oh and Blue?’
‘Yes, darling?’
‘Flowers – stop at Liberty and get the biggest bunchof flowers for Pepper. I’m never late for her. Jesus, what was I thinking?’ Tiger snapped her phone shut and rubbed her temples.
She sank back into the duvet and inhaled the delicious aroma of sex, sweat and aftershave on the sheets. Turning to Rex, snoring softly by her side, her heart took a little somersault and she kissed him tenderly. ‘Wake up, sleeping beauty,’ she whispered, fluffing up her hair before reaching under the Egyptian cotton sheets to give him a wake up call he wouldn’t forget.
Sienna slumped into her chair at Hunter Gatherers’ headquarters on Charlotte Street, exhausted already. The office was like St Pancras in rush hour and the morning hadn’t even passed yet.
‘Run off twenty copies of the Diamond Suisse account presentation will you, I just emailed you the PDFs, and then I need you to get Lou from World PR on the phone, she hasn’t returned my calls and I need to speak to her. Just keep holding ’til you get her.’
‘Sure,’ Sienna replied wearily to Rex’s second-in-command, Steve, a towering, charmless figure with porcine features – the exact opposite of the delectable Rex Hunter.
‘Oi, Gareth mate, did you get the Tiger Starr press releases over to
The Times
? They need to get the feature wrapped up for the supplement. Oh and Kat, you’re gonna have to put your foot down for copy approval if we’regonna let Tiger do the …’ Steve broke off from his directives. ‘Shit, Sienna! Where’s – didn’t you get my bacon butty?’ he demanded from behind his desk, staring open mouthed like a guppy at the space where his elevenses would normally be.
‘Um, I was running tight on time,’ Sienna lied effortlessly over the desk divide.
‘How come you managed to get Rex a pastry?’ snapped Steve, patting his generous gut.
Sienna blushed red and marched to Rex’s desk. Grabbing the croissant she thrust it under Steve’s nose.
‘Good job he’s not in this morning then. Here, you have it,’ offered Sienna tartly.
‘Nah, I’ve lost my appetite now. Why don’t you eat it, you could do with a bit of meat on your bones anyway.’ Steve chuckled and winked over at Kat who appeared to be fixated on Sienna’s thigh-skimming hemline.
Sienna turned on her heel in silence and simply hitched her dress up even higher, cursing inwardly whilst blushing. The heating in the busy office was making her head itch under her cheap beret. Fuck manmade fibres, she thought angrily, trying to reach her itch with a pencil. Where the bloody hell was Rex this morning anyway? She didn’t remember seeing any morning engagements in his diary for today.
Sitting back at her desk she set about Steve’s tasks and stabbed the World PR switchboard number into her telephone.
‘Lou Klein please … Hunter Gatherers … Yes … No … I’ll hold thanks.’
Britney’s ‘Oops I did it again …’ played through down the line as Sienna was put on hold, which wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t been the extended pan pipe remix. She rolled her eyes and settled into her chair for the duration.
Chewing on her pen Sienna swivelled on her chair idly amidst the hubbub and stared over at Rex’s vacant desk with a beady eye. Now where could he be? she mused, annoyed that he wasn’t there to see her leggy display.
Behind his desk the wall was a shrine to Tiger Starr. Framed magazine covers, a photograph of Tiger in James Brown’s show, funny newspaper headlines, a suspended scale model of the Boeing 747 infamously painted with her pin-up image. A small corner was devoted to Rex’s highly treasured framed photograph of himself with his idol Ricky Hatton, taken in Las Vegas after another victorious fight. Sienna wondered what it would be like to be in Vegas with Rex. I bet he’d be fun, she thought, imagining herself
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