Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend by Jenny Colgan

Author:Jenny Colgan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2020-01-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

It was just like I’d hoped it would be. Fierce. Not particularly gentle. God, it felt good to be with a man who knew exactly what he was about and what he wanted, even if—maybe especially if—he’d honed his skills through an insane amount of practice with different girls. Nonetheless it didn’t feel as if he was going through the motions; Philly once slept with an ex-boy-band member and said he was completely lazy, as if he was doing it because he felt obliged to share himself with the world, just because so many women fancied him. Oh, and he was unbelievably, insultingly concerned about the condom going on properly, implying she was riddled with disease and desperate to steal his spunk at the same time. (Not completely unwise on his part when dealing with Philly though.)

I took in the smell and sense of Cal’s long, lean body. He wasn’t muscly, but skinny and smooth. Weirdly, he wasn’t entirely unlike a very sexy snake himself. I finally fell into an exhausted sleep around five, watching the shadows brighten across his concave cheeks, his eyelashes nearly brushing the cheekbones. It was the first dreamless sleep I’d had in weeks.

OF COURSE, WHEN I woke up in the morning, he had gone—and I’d known he would all along. Vanished. At least he’d had the manners not to disappear the second it was over, and go and see if there were any more pickings to be had at the party. He’d hardly gotten warmed up, I reflected, by the time I’d hauled him upstairs.

I brushed away my disappointment. I’d known this would happen, of course. This was what boys did to me. Rufus had done it, and Cal would do it too. And I’d wanted a quick fix. And it had worked, for a while, even if I wasn’t particularly proud of myself. I’d used him far more than he’d used me. Still.

Oh God. I suddenly realized I was going to have to do the walk of shame in my own bloody flat. Surely not. I glanced over at the window. No, we were three stories off the ground. Climbing out wasn’t an option.

I looked around. The room looked a lot less romantic in the harsh light of the morning. There were no curtains on the windows. How could people live like that? Had it genuinely just never crossed his mind to get some curtains? I guessed not. I suppose when all your concentration was focused on sculpting and shagging, maybe you somehow skipped the other stuff.

Well, I had to do something. I was desperate for the toilet for starters. I looked around for clothes. Oh God, of course there was only the dress I’d been wearing the night before. I could grab one of his shirts, but, one, it would look totally, embarrassingly presumptuous and, two, I’d seen too many girls arrive shyly in our kitchen having done exactly that. I didn’t want him to think for a moment that I was one of those, desperately hanging around for too long, calling long after he’d stopped answering.

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