London Harmony: Flotilla by Schubach Erik

Author:Schubach, Erik [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2016-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8 – Tabby Cat

In the morning, I yawned and stretched in bed. I pulled the hair out of my mouth that I was apparently intent on eating. Follicle spaghetti, it's all the rage.

I yawned again. I needed coffee.

I slipped out of bed and headed into the pilot house to start a pot. I switched on the light, then pulled my nightshirt down where it had pulled up over my butt cheeks, and then scratched said butt. Hey, glamour queen I'm not.

I stopped mid-scratch as the door opened and a woman came backing through the door with a cardboard tray with three coffee cups in it and a paper bag. She unceremoniously dropped her still open umbrella to the ground and was speaking as she turned around, “Hiya Paya. I brought caffeine and...” She trailed off as she saw me.

I realized where my hand was but couldn't drop it, couldn't even be embarrassed as I just gaped in utter shock at the copper haired woman standing before me. I finally found my voice, sort of, as I whispered, “Bloody hell.”

I was staring at Tabby Cat. Not more than three meters from me. I was there scratching my bloody arse in front of Tabitha Romanov... superstar.

She hastily put her parcels on the conference table and grinned at me, offering her hand, “Right, so you must be this Angie that Paya went on about just yesterday. I'm Tabs, pleased to meet you.”

I looked at her hand then at mine, I could have died from embarrassment at that very moment as I moved it from its current perch to shake her hand woodenly. I repeated, “Bloody hell.”

She said in a playful tone that had just a hint of a Slavic, Russian accent to it, “So you've said. Twice.” She gave me a toothy grin.

I realized what I must look like and panicked as I ran my fingers through my hair to try to organize the matted mess. To my utter embarrassment, some more hair pulled out of my mouth. I darted back through the door, calling out as I dove for my bureau to find some clothes, “What... what are you doing here?”

I heard her chuckle. “Paya said she was coming in early this morning to shuttle you to the Tennison, so I thought I'd bring the two of you coffee and breakfast sandwiches. I saw the light on when I got to the door and assumed she was already here.”

I called out in as singsong voice as I could manage, “Well she's not.”

She deadpanned, “Apparently.”

I had to stop myself from smiling. Who would have thought someone of her stature would be so playful and engage in banter with someone that she didn't know?

I pulled on some clothing and ran to the loo to look in the mirror as I brushed out my hair. Then I took a deep breath and stepped back out. My bare feet scrunching nervously on the hardwood floor. I squared my shoulders and pretended she hadn't just witnessed me in my natural state.

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