One Dirty Scot by Donna Alam

Author:Donna Alam [Alam, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Donna Alam
Published: 2017-07-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

My heart hammers against my ribs as I spend the next ten minutes trailing Niamh; my lifeline and strength in my resolve. We mingle, she introduces me to a smattering of people; names and faces that scarcely register as I sense his eyes following my every move. In my absence, the poisonous Jen all but drools over him, flicking her hair manically and tittering like a total twat. I can’t blame her, not really. He’s taken off his t-shirt, revealing abs you could use to grate cheese. I hate how the sight of Jen makes me almost want to pee on him myself. Obviously, not kinkily . . . each to their own, even if I can’t imagine what people find sexy in that.

But I feel sick with jealousy, and I want, irrationally, to tear the girl’s head from her shoulders. Sofia, Jen, either would do. I watch him peripherally, a bitter sickness twisting my insides. At the end of my forbearance and seething red-hot, I excuse myself from company, deciding to cool my anger in the pool. If Niamh senses my mood, she doesn’t say. Maybe she grew some tact?

Loosening my sarong to the tiles, I lower myself into the water and swim a cool length, coming to rest at the far side. Folding my arms across the pool edge, my legs are buoyant beneath the water line. To my right, Kai now stands at the edge of the cabana, one half of a deep-looking conversation with Niamh. His face wears an intense sort of look, while Niamh stands with hands braced against her hips in full-out teacher mode. I’m pleased I’m not in earshot and I don’t care if she is chewing his head.

Submerging my head in the now tepid water, I twist and push away from the wall. Halfway across the pool, I come to the surface much quicker than I should, not that I’ve intended to at all. I burst from the water like a flying fish as a head emerges from between my legs. I hang onto the head like grim death, as Matt links my feet under his armpits. Somehow, I’m securely seated on his shoulders.

What the hell?

‘Have you completely lost the plot?’ I splutter through the water, wiping it from my eyes and simultaneously struggling to stay upright.

‘We need a girl for the game. Your boyfriend won’t mind.’

Wading through the water, Matt approaches a group of guys who all appear to have precariously balanced girls on their shoulders. Behind me, Kai and Niamh stand no longer talking. Hand over her mouth, Niamh’s shoulders heave, but my heart begins the backstroke in my stomach acid at the dark look of displeasure clouding Kai’s face.

‘What? Are you twelve or something?’ I swat Matt firmly across the head, but I’m still stuck. Short of thrashing around like a tantrum throwing toddler or thrusting my groin into the back of his head, I can’t see how I can get down. ‘Let me go,’ I hiss, bashing him again.

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