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reverie.
    ‘It’s all right, I know how much the partnership means to you,’ he said. ‘I can’t believe we both have such great news, but . . .’ She knew what that
‘but’ meant: great news that wasn’t great news if you zoomed out and looked at the whole picture.
    Clare swallowed hard and tried to block out all images of going to Dubai with Lud.
    The wine waiter arrived at their side with a bottle of iced champagne.
    ‘I took the liberty of ordering some for us when I made the booking,’ said Lud. ‘To celebrate.’ He dropped her hand and her fingers seemed to grow cold in a second.
    The waiter twisted out the cork and poured the Cristal into two long flutes. Then Lud’s phone rang and he immediately he picked it up to answer it.
    Maybe if he had ignored it, things would have been different, but even now, in this most intimate of moments when he was asking her to give up everything that she had worked for to follow him
thousands of miles around the other side of the world, she was less important than whoever was at the end of the phone. The significance of him taking the call was massive to her.
    Over dinner they talked more about Dubai and the partnership. The position in the land of blue skies and opulence sounded wonderful, although Lud said that he didn’t want to pressure Clare
into making any rash decision. But Clare knew that however much she wanted to be seduced into going with him, when the time came for her to tell him her answer, it would be no. And all because he
had picked up his phone just after the champagne had arrived.

Chapter 7
    Lara laid her head on James’s chest and listened to his heartbeat: still racing after sex. He liked her to be on top, which she hated because she didn’t like all
her flesh on show. He relished the sight of her generous breasts bouncing up and down. Lara worried about her stomach jumping up and down as well, banging on his and making slapping sounds,
although he – in the throes of passion – never seemed to mention it. Tonight, he was too tired for much foreplay; he had just enough energy to conjure up an erection for her to work her
magic on, with her on-top bouncy dance, then he came and whispered how much he had needed that. Lara, unsated, was glad to climb off at the end and snuggle up to his side. He lay, his arm around
her, in such a post-orgasmic glow one would have been forgiven for thinking he had just eaten a huge portion of Ready-brek and acquired a neon orange aura.
    She knew she had tried extra hard just then, haunted by pictures of him in bed with Tianne. Had the sex with his ex been so good that he couldn’t stay away? Was she some sort of siren,
luring him in to crash against her rocks?
    Lara didn’t like to acknowledge to herself that she was envious of Tianne’s and James’s history. Especially as she noticed that sex had become much more perfunctory since she
had moved into his house. She hated to admit that it would slide very quickly into bored middle-aged, old-married-couple sex if they didn’t take care to address it. In the early days, at her
old Islington flat, their lovemaking had been much more mutually satisfying. And when she moved into his gorgeous boudoir of a bedroom and they became a co-habiting couple, she’d hoped their
sexual repertoire would only increase, but it had worked the other way. Okay, so they both worked long hours and were tired, but she was always ready to put her heart and soul into sex when things
were heading that way. She couldn’t remember him giving her an orgasm since she moved in, though, and somehow doubted the hedonistic minx that was Tianne would have stood for that.
Tianne
Tianne Tianne –
all roads seemed to lead back to bloody Tianne. Lara needed to know whether what Keely had said had been the truth. It was the elephant in Lara’s room. She started
off by bringing up the subject casually.
    ‘Was that okay for you? That’s your favourite position, isn’t it?’ she said,