the table polishing a set of crystal glasses. “ Ah Mr Drake, just the person I was
looking for, I need your help please. ”
“ Of course Miss, how may I be of assistance? ”
“ Put the kettle on to boil for me please,
we ’ re going to have a tea
party. ”
“ A tea party Miss? ”
“ Yes Mr Drake a tea party and we are going
to use the tea set I have here. ”
“ Miss, may I suggest coffee for Mr King
and Mr Blackman, neither of them has a liking for tea. ”
“ Excellent, that ’ s exactly what I was counting on. Not Steve, don ’ t get me wrong, I love Steve but this
time he ’ s gonna have to take
one for the boys. ”
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“ Ready? ” Aviva asked as she looked over her shoulder at Drake who was
holding a large tea tray and sporting a devilish look in his eyes that more
than matched her own.
“ Oh yes Miss, I ’ m very ready, shall we …”
“ Okay Mr Drake, game on, ” Aviva said with a wink to her
co-conspirator at which she opened the door with a grand flourish and plastered
a huge smile on her face, announcing to the room at large that tea was served.
Holding the door open for Drake, Aviva asked him to place the tray on the end
table, positioned along-side the large couch on which Jason was sitting.
Hope caught
on immediately as she spotted the tray which contained a teapot, milk and sugar
bowls, saucers and the tiniest tea cups she had ever seen, except for when she
was a child playing with her dolls. Hope was amused that Aviva was going to
make these huge men drink tea, which they both hated, from those tiny cups. Not
even their smallest finger would be able to get through the handle of cups.
Hope just knew this was going to be fun.
Steve
opened his mouth to no doubt refuse the offer of tea and Hope gave him a quick
jab to the stomach to keep him quiet. “ Just what we needed, you must have read my mind. ”
“ Mr Drake, would you please pour the tea,
Mr King first I think, he looks a bit parched. ” Aviva refused to look at Jason although she could feel his eyes
boring into her. Drake turned his back in order to obscure his movements as he
prepared Jason ’ s tea. Once
it was ready, as per Aviva's instructions, she took the cup and handed it to
Jason still not meeting his eyes. Jason refused to take the cup and saucer Aviva
offered until she looked at him. Once she met his eyes as he silently demanded,
he slowly reached out his hand and accepted the tea cup. Aviva blinked
innocently to dispel her laughter as the little cup all but disappeared in his
paw like hand. In the meantime Drake had prepared and delivered cups of tea to
both Steve and Hope. Turning to Drake, he presented her with a cup of tea and
left the room. Aviva had promised him she would fill him in on Jason's reaction
to the five spoons of sugar that had been heaped into his drink.
What was
the little minx up to this time, Jason wondered. Drake knew that he didn ’ t drink tea, couldn ’ t stand the stuff. Looking down at the
liquid, he rationalized that it couldn ’ t be anything harmful as they were all drinking from the same
pot, plus it had milk in it, he couldn ’ t stomach milk. Oh well, he thought, I can drink the stuff, the
cup was so small it would only equate to one mouthful and further there was no
way on earth he was about to wimp out. A challenge had been thrown down and he
had every intention of meeting it. Very aware that Aviva was watching him
peripherally, he slowly raised the cup to his lips, never taking his eyes from
her face. Just about to take the first taste, Drake knocked at the door to
inform him he had an urgent telephone call. “ Ah, saved by the bell ” Jason said
lowering the cup into its saucer, a grin on his face. ‘ Damn! This was the most fun he had had in a long time ’ . The look on Aviva ’ s face was priceless as her plan went up
in flames. Jason grinned so wide his dimples creased his face as he excused
himself to take the call.
Chapter 4
Jason