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are wound up aren’t you?” she offered, laughing gently.
It was common knowledge, that the number of sugars in my tea was directly
proportional to my current mood or the state of my nerves. Castle vodka had
been a three sugar day, best buddy was a zero. It was fair to say, a five sugar
brew was about as bad as it got.
    I
tried to get through the afternoon, pushing away the visions of Kings face,
handsome and smouldering, bearing down on me against the door in his office and
it was a task that was easier said than done, and not helped by the numerous
Google alerts that persisted in popping up after I had programmed them into my
computer yesterday. ‘King Foundation to back teenage entrepreneur scheme’ was
one, ‘Jason King and Tamsin Lloyd’ was another,
boasting an amazing picture of him and the famous supermodel leaving last
night’s event together. Right after he had tried to kiss me. What a prick, I
sighed to myself, shutting down the computer and praying that the end of the
day would roll around quickly. Alison called for an update on the pitch for the
fashion account, utterly bemused by my less than enthusiastic attitude. I
wasn’t sure whether to share the information that I had even stiffer
competition than usual, but decided to hold on to it for now. My boss was less
than impressed at my current dip in performance and the last thing I needed was
another showdown with anyone.
    Eventually
it was time to leave and as Katie and I took our usual booth, I was relieved to
find Jason King nowhere in sight. “Go on” she smiled kindly as I sipped on my
Chardonnay, revealing the lengths I had gone to last night to crash the London
Models event, the information I’d uncovered, the kiss, the dress and the little
run in that had taken place in Kings office this afternoon as she sat there
slack jawed.
      “Well fuck me” she grinned eventually “When
are you going to shag him?” she laughed and it was my turn to be slack jawed,
my shock preventing any words from forming as I shook my head. “Oh come on Lotty , it’s so obvious. If you want my advice, the only way
around this is to sleep with him, get him out of your system and move on” she
laughed as we were interrupted by a waitress who approached the table smiling.
“The gentleman at the bar asked me to send these over” she gushed, looking over
her shoulder, enamoured by the smirking, dark haired God leaning casually
against a stool as he raised his glass. Katie raised hers back, mouthing the
words ‘thank you’, then turned to grin at me as I put
my head in my hands. He had to be kidding me.
    “You’re
going to have to help me think of another plan Katie, I’m not doing it” I said
eventually, feeling the weight of Kings eyes all over
me. “I don’t see why” she looked at him, before turning her attention back on
me. “He is mighty fine and you’ve got to admit, there is no way he is going to
be anything other than awesome in the sack” she laughed blowing out in an
exaggerated gesture and I couldn’t help but laugh back. I looked across at the bar, relieved he was facing the opposite way and took the
opportunity to drink him in. Strong broad shoulders, muscular, tall and dark
with a face to make angels weep and if the speech last night was anything to go
by, much more charming and humble than I’d ever given him credit for. Maybe she
was right. There would definitely be worse ways to spend an evening, and I
blushed at the thought, much to the amusement of Katie who simply said “that’s
settled then”.
    We
proceeded to drink way too much wine, avoiding all conversation about Jason
King, concentrating instead on how we could blow the fashion campaign out of
the water. I couldn’t back out, I had to run with it
so it had to be unique, new, different and better than anything my nemesis
could dream up. Katie had some fabulous ideas, at least they seemed fabulous
two bottles of wine in, and we arranged to run them by some of the