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the flow of women in the front
door and out the back. It became the norm I expect. Perhaps the
blonde thing is safe to him. His mum was dark haired, quite a
stunner, slim and tall, as I recall. But after her, his dad messed
around with a lot of floozies from the local pubs. Mainly blondes.
They weren't particularly nice women, just something to fill the
gap in his life.”
    I'm beginning to see
Mason as a completely different person. A victim, and broken in
some way. It hurts my heart to learn about this bad time in his
life. Having been through my parents' divorce, I understand only
too well. My parents' divorce had been World War Three. They'd
argued over everything, including me, non stop.
    If I hadn't felt such
a mad ― never before experienced ― wild fever, in Jackson's arms... and
didn't like him so much, I might stop this thing between us
developing any further.
    Because, now I know
more about him, I don't want to hurt Mason. He's my friend and my
cherished dance partner. And I care about him. A lot.
    But not quite enough
to say no to Jackson, it would seem.
    Love and war and the
end of friendship springs to mind.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    I'm having my second
wine when Sandy arrives with her other friend Ella, her boyfriend
Sam, and the new guys. I attach myself to her side and then chat
non stop about nothing in particular. Mainly to divert her
attention away from Jackson, who's standing next to me, and now
striking up a conversation with new guy number one, who looks like
he's into fitness and health too.
    But Sandy's a sharp
cookie and not fooled for a minute. She's intuitive with a capital
I.
    “How long have you two
been here?” she asks suspiciously.
    “Well I got here ten
minutes ago,” I lie. “I'm not sure when the others arrived.”
    “Yeah, right. Well,
this should go down well,” she says, sarcastically.
    Obviously I'm not a
good liar. And she's sharper than a cookie, more like a sword.
    I come clean.
    “Okay, okay... I've
been here a while. We kinda got together, outside,” I whisper in
her ear.
    “It's none of my
business, actually,” she huffs.
    “Sand... don't be
off...” I start.
    “I'm not off.”
    “Yes you are. “
    “Look, if you want to
shag his best friend, go and do it. Only please don't rub my nose
in it, because I'm just about dying for Mason to shag me.”
    “Maybe this is your
chance. If we break the friend taboo, perhaps the way is open for
you to move in on him. But remember, he's not boyfriend material.
Just a bit of fun.”
    She looks at me
considering her enhanced prospects, her tasty booty bonus on the
back end of Jackson and I, and smiles a wicked little smile.
    “ Oh yes... ” she
says slowly, linking her arm through mine. “When are you gonna tell
him, soon I hope?”
    I swallow nervously at
the thought. “Soonish. But not tonight. I want to enjoy myself
first.”
    She snorts loudly and
then breaks into a laugh. “I'd love to be a fly on the wall when
that happens.”
    But it's not funny.
None of it is.
     
    We all head off to the
party, at tennish, by foot. It's a fifteen minute walk, and we
follow Ella who seems to know where she's going. Jackson and I drop
behind the rest of them by a few yards and he pushes me into a shop
doorway for a hot kiss refresher.
    Our tongues twist
together in rapture. In ten seconds my knickers are drenched and
I'm just about out of my head with desire. Kissing has just been
elevated to a whole new level. It's now an erotic art form. My legs
have started to lose their ability to support me, and I reluctantly
push him away with a groan.
    “We really need to get
going... We don't know where this party is, do we?” I point out,
gasping.
    “I'm more than going
right now,” he replies with a chuckle, hugging me so tight I can
barely breathe. “But you're right...” He releases me from the bear
hug and takes my hand. “Come on then, before we lose them...”
    We walk quickly,
catching the others up as they turn off the main