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you’ll definitely be in the running for Sales Person of the Year.’ She taps Toby on the shoulder. ‘Look and learn, Toby, and don’t think I’ve not noticed that you were late twice last week and haven’t reached your target for three weeks running.’ Then she strides off on her racehorse limbs towards a slightly scared-looking marketing team.
    Toby’s shaking his head at me.
    ‘You’re such a lick-arse, Steele.’
    I am about to reply when a high-pitched ‘Eeek! Eeek!', unmistakable as the sound from the shower scene in
Psycho,
interrupts us.
    ‘What the hell’s that?’ exclaims Toby.
    ‘What?’
    ‘That noise like the shower scene from
Psycho.’
    ‘I’ve no idea.’
    Toby looks around him. ‘Well, it’s not coming from me.’ The noise continues, grows louder, more urgent.
    ‘I didn’t say it was coming from you.’
    ‘So where is it coming from, then?’
    ‘I don’t know!’
    ‘It’s coming from you, Steele!’ Toby slides back on his chair, pointing at my bag.
    I pick up my bag and open it, look inside.
    ‘Have you got a rape alarm in there? That’d be typical of you.’
    ‘What the hell do you mean by that?’
    ‘A bomb, then?’
    ‘Don’t be bloody ridiculous.’
    ‘What is it, then?’
    ‘I don’t know!’ I hold up the bag a metre away from me. ‘But I’m not looking – you can.’ And I walk over and thrust it onto his desk.
    ‘Oh, nice. So I get the bomb-in-a-bag,’ says Toby, shaking it up to his ear. He opens it. ‘Jesus, there’s like a whole ecosystem in here.’
    He rummages a little and then, a smirk spreading across his handsome face, lifts out my mobile phone, the ‘Eek! Eek!’ becoming ear-splitting as he does. He stands up and hands it to me. LEXI is flashing in silver.
    ‘Hello?’
    ‘Hiya!’ says the Yorkshire voice on the end of the line. ‘What d’ya reck to what I’ve done with your ringtone? It’s awesome, isn’t it?’
    ‘So how long is she staying?’
    Toby is highly amused but trying not to show it. Shona is sitting on her desk, biting hard on her pencil, trying to come up with a solution, because this is what Shona does in every problematic situation.
    For some reason, Toby seems to have orchestrated a ‘crisis’ meeting and skidded over next to me on his office chair, which is causing all manner of problems, mainly in the pelvic region, since I can smell him: a clean, just-had-a-shower smell, but made purely of pheromones and mixed with something reminiscent of fresh, sugary bakery goods. Something delectable. Something flutters between my legs.
    ‘The whole summer,’ I say, pretending to lookconscientiously at my emails, when really I’m picturing Toby, in bed, naked, and me, burrowing my head in his chest hair.
    ‘What, like July and August?’
    ‘That’s the whole summer, isn’t it?’
    Toby sucks air between his teeth. ‘Oh, Steeley,’ he says, squeezing my shoulders. The something fluttering between my legs is positively flapping now. ‘Sharing your space with a whole other person? How are you coping?’
    ‘Not very well, actually. There’s stuff all over my flat.’
    ‘Oh no. Not stuff. In flat?’
    ‘Piss off!’ I nudge him in the side.
    Shona groans. Poor Shona. She’s worked with Toby and I nearly a year now and the constant sexual tension by proxy must be beginning to wear thin.
    ‘And what about her not leaving the cushions lined up symmetrically? Leaving the tap dripping? Spoiling your one-woman efforts to save the Great Barrier Reef?’
    I slap him over the head as he twinkles his swimming-pool-blue eyes at me.
    ‘You’re so rude! And this morning she dyed her hair in my bathroom – purple dye all over my brand new Italian bathroom.’
    Toby bursts out laughing. ‘Fuck, I’m surprised you made it into work.’
    ‘How old is she?’ asks Shona
    ‘Seventeen.’
    Toby almost falls off his chair.
    ‘Seventeen?’ Health and Safety Heather swings around and sighs dramatically, but we all ignore her since