This Man Part 6

'John, don't open the f.u.c.king gates.' he yells into his phone. 'Well, tell Sarah not to!'

As soon as the opening is big enough to allow, I squeeze through, just as they start closing again. I see Jesse run to his car, bas.h.i.+ng something on the dash board. The gates start opening again. Won't the man just give it a rest? I get my phone out and dial a cab number as I start walking down the lane. The call connects and I go to speak, but the wind is knocked clean out of me when I'm grabbed around my waist.

'What!' I scream as I'm hoisted from my feet, spun around and tossed over his shoulder.

'You're not wandering around on your f.u.c.king own, lady.' he grates, his tone full of authority, making me feel younger, or him older a I'm not sure 'What's it got to do with you?' I spit. I'm boiling mad and bobbing up and down as he strides back to his car.

'Apparently, nothing, but I do have a conscious. You're not leaving here unless it's in my car. Do you understand me?' He places me on my feet, grasps my elbow and guides me into his car before slamming the door and getting into my Mini to move it to the side of the driveway.

I smirk as I watch him yank the lever to slide the seat back as far as it will go, but even at its furthest away from the wheel, he still struggles to cram his tall, lean body in. He looks pretty stupid. I want to yell at him some more when he wheel spins and skids to a stop. My poor Mini has never been so ill-treated.

He huffs his way back and throws himself in his car, giving me a ferocious scowl before he starts the car and roars off.

The journey home is painfully silent and frighteningly fast. The man is a menace on the roads, and I wish he would at least put the radio on to rid the car of the awkward silence.

I begrudgingly admire the interior of his DBS. I'm cradled in the seat, with acres of black, quilted leather surrounding me, as I stare out of the window the whole way home. I feel his eyes fixed on me every so often, but I ignore it. Instead, I concentrate on the guttural roar of the engine as it eats up the road ahead. What has just happened?

He pulls up outside Kate's, after I direct him in with short, sharp instructions, and I let myself out.

'Ava?' I hear him call me, but I shut the car door and race up the path to the house, cursing out loud when I realise he's got my b.l.o.o.d.y car keys. I turn to make my way back down the path, but I hear the roar of his engine burning off down the road.

I screw my face up in my own private disgust. He's done that on purpose so I have to call him. Well, he'll be waiting a long time. I would rather go without my car. I traipse back up the path and bash on the door.

'Where are your keys?' Kate asks when she answers the door.

I think quickly. 'My car's having some new brakes. I forgot to remove my house keys.'

She accepts my excuse with no further questions. 'There's a spare door key in the pot by the kitchen window.' She runs back up the stairs and I follow, immediately opening a bottle of wine before rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. Nothing takes my fancy. Wine will do.

'Yes, please.' Kate comes breezing back into the kitchen. She's already jimmy-jammed up, and I can't wait to join her. I pour her a gla.s.s, while trying to morph my face into anything other than the shocked expression that I know is still visible.

'Good day?' I ask.

She collapses into one of the mismatching chairs around the chunky, pine table. 'I spent most of the day collecting cake stands. You would think people would be kind enough to return them.' She takes a sip of her wine, gasping in appreciation.

I join her at the table. 'You need to start asking for a deposit.'

'I know. Hey, I have a date tomorrow night.'

'With who?' I ask, wondering if this one will make it past the first.

'A very yummy client. He stopped by to collect a cake for his niece's first birthday a a Jungle Junction cake. How sweet is that?'

'Very sweet,' I agree. 'How did that come about?'

'I asked him.' She shrugs.

I laugh. Her confidence is charming. She must hold the world record for first dates. The only long term relations.h.i.+p she's ever had was with my brother, but we don't talk about that. Since they split and Dan moved to Australia, Kate has been on endless dates, none of them progressing past the first.

'I'm going to get changed and give my Mum a call,' I get up, taking my wine with me. 'I'll meet you on the sofa soon.'

'Cool,'

I really need to speak to my Mum. Kate's my best friend, but you can't beat your Mother when you just want comfort. Not that I can tell her why I need comforting. She would be horrified.

Once I'm changed into my baggy pants and a vest top, I flop onto my bed and dial my Mum. It rings once before she answers.

'Ava?' Her voice is shrill, but still soothing.

'Hi, Mum.'

'Ava? Ava? Joseph, I can't hear her. Am I doing it right? Ava?'

'I'm here, Mum. Can you hear me?'

'Ava? Joseph, it's broken. I can't hear anything. Ava!'

I hear my Dad's mumbled moans in the background before he comes on the line. 'h.e.l.lo?'

'Hi, Dad,' I yell.

'You don't have to b.l.o.o.d.y shout!'

'She couldn't hear me.'

'That's because she had the b.l.o.o.d.y thing upside down, stupid woman.'

I hear my Mum laugh in the background, followed by a slapping sound that is, without doubt, her walloping my Dad's shoulder. 'Is she there? Can you hear her? Give me it here.' There's a little scuffle before she's back on the line. 'Ava? Are you there?'

'Yes!' Why didn't I just ring the landline? She insisted I ring her new mobile so she can get the hang of it, but good G.o.d, she's hard work. She's only forty seven, but a complete techno-phobic.

'Ah. That's better, I can hear you now. How are you?'

'Good. I'm good, Mum. You?'

'Yes, everything's fine. Guess what? We have exciting news,' She doesn't give me a chance to guess. 'Your brother's coming home to visit!'

I sit up in excitement. Dan's coming home? I've not seen my brother for six months. He's living the dream on the Gold Coast as a surf instructor and only comes home once or twice a year. We were so close. Kate's going to freak out over this news, and not in a good way.

'When?' I demand.

'Next Sunday. Isn't it exciting? I was only saying to your Dad last week that we should fly out to see him, but he won't get on a plane. You know what he's like.'

My Dad's fear of flying is highly frustrating to my poor Mum, who has to endure a two day drive to Spain every year. 'Do you know what his plans are?' I press.

'He's flying into Heathrow, coming straight down to Cornwall for the week to see me and Dad, and then he's making his way back up to London. Will you come with him? You've not visited in weeks.'

I suddenly feel rotten. I've not seen my parents for nearly eight weeks. 'I've been so busy at work, Mum. I've got the Lusso launch, it's hectic. I'll try my best, okay?'

'I know, darling. How's Kate?' she asks. Mum still loves Kate. She was as devastated as I was when she and Dan called it quits.

'She's great.'

'Good. Have you heard from Matt?' she asks tentatively. I know she's hoping it's a big resounding NO. She wasn't as devastated when Matt and I split up. He wasn't Mum's favourite person. Come to think of it, Matt wasn't many peoples favourite person. We've talked since we split, but Mum doesn't need to know that.

'No, I'm just getting on with things.' I inform her, hearing her sigh in relief. I won't volunteer exactly what I have been getting on with. I'm too ashamed of myself.

'Okay. Joseph, get the door, will you? Ava, I've got to go. Sue's here to pick me up for yoga.'

'Okay, Mum. I'll ring next week.'

'Okay. Good luck for your launch and have some fun!' she orders. I know she thinks I've wasted seven years on two worthwhile relations.h.i.+ps. She's right. I have.

'Bye, Mum.'

I hang up. Dan's coming home. Well, that's cheered me up a little. And I always feel better when I've spoken to my Mum. They're miles away and I miss them like crazy, but I'm comforted by the fact that they've escaped the rat race of London, taking early retirement in Newquay after Dad's heart attack scare.

My phone starts ringing and I look at the screen, expecting to see my Mothers number a she's probably forgot to lock the keypad and sat on it a but it's not. It's Jesse Ward.

Ughhhhhhhhh! 'Reject.' I huff as I red b.u.t.ton him and throw my phone on my bed. I leave my bedroom to go and join Kate on the sofa, hearing it ring again as I walk down the hall. I ignore it. The man is relentless. At least I don't have to see him again. He's given me the perfect reason to flatly refuse designing anything for him.

Chapter 6.

'Morning,' I sing to Tom as I sashay past his desk on Thursday.

He looks up at me over his thick framed spectacles a a blatant fas.h.i.+on statement and Tom's effort to be taken more seriously. I should tell him to lose the canary yellow dress s.h.i.+rt and grey trousers that are verging on leggings. That would do the trick.

'Did someone get laid?' He smirks. 'Join the club, I'm exhausted!'

'No! Tom, you're such a tart.' I feign a disgusted look as I throw my bag down by my desk. 'Anything to report?' I ask to divert the conversation from Tom's s.e.xcapades.

'Nope, I'm just going over to Mrs Baines to give her a cuddle. You know, she rang me at eleven last night to ask if she could expect the electricians in this morning. Interrupted me right in the middle of...'

'Enough!' I hold my hands up. 'I don't want to know.' I sit down, swinging my chair around to face him.

'Apologies, darling. It was really good though!' He winks. 'Anyway, she's in a panic because her summer ball is scheduled for July and she wants all the works completed in time. There's not a hope, darling! If she would just stop changing her b.l.o.o.d.y mind, then we might get somewhere.' He springs up from his chair and air kisses me from ten feet away. 'Au Revoir, darling!'

'Bye. Oh, where's Victoria?' I shout after him.

'Appointments.' he calls, shutting the door behind him.

I turn to face my desk as Sally places a coffee in front of me. I pick it up immediately, taking a sip while she hovers at my desk nervously.

'Patrick called to remind you that he's not in today.' she says.

'Thank you, Sally. Did you have a good weekend?'

She smiles, nodding enthusiastically as she pushes her gla.s.ses up her nose. 'I did, thank you for asking. I finished my cross-st.i.tch and cleaned all the windows, inside and out. It was wonderful.' she says dreamily as she scurries off to file some invoices.

Cleaning windows? Wonderful? The girl is sweet, but good Lord, she's as dull as dish water.

I spend a few hours working through my email to clear my inbox. I check the final clean-up of Lusso is complete and grab my phone when it starts dancing across my desk. I roll my eyes when I see who's illuminating my screen. He just will not give up. Yesterday was a relentless bombardment of calls a all of which I rejected a and he's still at it. I've got to speak to the man eventually. He has something that I need...my car.

At one o'clock, I leave the office to meet Kate for lunch.

'Are there any decent men left in the world?' she asks thoughtfully, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. 'I'm losing the will to live.'

'It wasn't that bad, was it?' I ask. Her date yesterday evening was a failure. When she walked into the apartment at nine thirty, I knew it couldn't be good news.

She drops her napkin on her empty plate, pus.h.i.+ng it away. 'Ava, when a man gets a calculator out at the end of a meal to work out what you owe, it's usually not a good sign.'

I laugh. No, this is not a good sign; it's equality gone mad. The modern man needs to catch on to the fact that women want to be treated as equals, but only when it suits us. The modern woman's fierce need for independence doesn't mean we want to pay for our half of a meal, or that we don't want a man to hold a door open for us. We still want to be looked after, but on our terms.

'So, you won't be seeing him again?'

She scoffs. 'No, the bill saga was bad enough. When he dropped me home in the taxi and accepted the twenty I offered him, it finished me off.'

'You were a cheap date.' I giggle.

'Yeah.' She picks up her phone and starts tapping away at the screen, holding it up to show me. 'One BLT and two waters, you owe twelve quid.' We both have a little laugh at Kate's failed date. I love that she can be so lighthearted about it. Kate maintains that it will happen when it happens. I'm with her on this.

'When will your car be ready?' she asks.

c.r.a.p! She's supposed to be borrowing it to visit her Nan in Yorks.h.i.+re on Sat.u.r.day, and it's Thursday already. I need to sort this out. 'I'll give the garage a ring later.' I a.s.sure her.

'I don't mind taking the van.'

'No, it's fine. I don't think Margo will get you there.' She's a twenty year old, hot pink VW camper van that spits and fires all over London on cake deliveries. Kate's carbon footprint must be huge.

My phone shouts and Kate leans over to see who's calling me. I whip it off the table, far too hastily. But it's too late. I look at her nervously as I red b.u.t.ton him again, before placing it back on the table as casually as I can. My jumpy reaction doesn't get past Kate. Not much does.

'Jesse,' she says with an arched brow. 'What would he want?'

I've not shared any of the hideous events of Tuesday with Kate. I'm too ashamed.

I shrug. 'Who knows?'

'Have there been any more suggestive texts?'

Oh, more than texts. There have been endless phone calls and the fact that he tricked me into going back to The Manor on the pretense that I was designing, only to have me trapped in one of his hotel suites so he could seduce me. Kate would thrive on my misfortune, which is exactly why I've not told her. If I don't hear the words out loud, then I can almost pretend it didn't happen...almost. I'm a fool. I've thought of little else, and he's not helping me in my attempt to eradicate him from my mind with all his calls. I don't need to be getting involved with anyone, especially someone who's already involved with someone else. Besides, I'm just a mission for him to accomplish. The man's a playboy and not the sort of man I need to be getting involved with. He quite obviously has commitment issues. I don't like Sarah, but I do feel sorry for her.

'No.' I answer on a sigh.