Talk to Me by Jules Wake

Author:Jules Wake
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9781781890639
Publisher: Choc Lit
Published: 2014-06-14T23:00:00+00:00

Cinderella is my favourite fairy tale, the ultimate romance. Of course, she has to scrub a few hearths on the way but it turns out all right in the end. Watching Emily sashay down the red carpet while I went back to the car drop off point, hoping Frank the Mercedes driver might still be there, was a real hearth moment. The problem was, I didn’t believe in fairy godmothers. I pulled a face, watching her disappear without a backward glance. Luckily Frank was still jammed into the traffic and at my frantic waving, opened the door for me, ignoring an officious chap who was jumping up and down, waving a clipboard at us, screaming, ‘This is a no waiting area, we’re backing up, you need to move now.’

‘Come on, Cinders. I’ll take you back to your hotel.’ Frank ushered me into the car, shutting the door crisply, before stepping back deliberately squashing Mr Clipboard’s toes.

The journey back was quieter than the one there; the rustle of Miranda’s dress was missing, along with the electric current of palpable excitement that had run around the car. I sniffed forlornly, gazing round at the leather seats. A cloud of perfume still lingered, the heady overpowering notes of Miranda’s Samsara and underneath the gentler lemon fragrance of Daniel’s aftershave. He’d snagged a lift with us, in search of some sports bar just off Leicester Square. The car was a luxury really, as it was only a five-minute walk. Nobody had minded the squeeze, as legs and feet were tangled like computer cables on the floor. Miranda had even said, ‘Isn’t this cosy?’ as she surreptitiously rubbed her leg up and down Daniel’s.

‘Yes,’ gushed Emily, oblivious to what she was up to.

‘Would you like a bit more room?’ asked Daniel, shuffling closer to me, away from Miranda. The heat of his thigh against the thin silk of my dress made me even more conscious of him.

Nobody had noticed that we were doing our utmost not to look at each other. My bravado had done a runner after my little floor show. The timely phone call had been Emily saying that Miranda was all set to go.

Now in the empty car, the waves of giddy anticipation long gone, I felt bereft. What was I going to do now? I had a whole evening to myself. My feet tapped irritably as we trailed along, through the clogged roads. It would have been quicker on foot, and inside the car I felt as if I was trapped in slow motion.

When Frank deposited me back at the front of The Grayville, I slunk out, keeping my head down. Less than half an hour ago we’d departed in a triumphant procession of colour and verve. As I got out, Frank slipped me a bottle of Cristal – perhaps I would down the whole lot.

‘Fancy dinner? There’ll be a meal in the kitchens for the drivers. Always good grub here. You can join us.’ It was kind of him but both of us knew that I would be lousy company.

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